<?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-2853570067377089622</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:37:46.859+08:00</updated><category term='Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Joie de Vivre</title><subtitle type='html'>iLaugh. iCry. iDance. iSing. iPlay. iWorship. iPray. iPraise. iLove.

I am ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5995514429386990677</id><published>2011-01-09T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:10:26.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I never imagined that blogging would be uber-easy through BlogPress! Expect more blogs from me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011! &lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58388.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5995514429386990677?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5995514429386990677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2011/01/realizations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5995514429386990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5995514429386990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2011/01/realizations.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2699555367384332160</id><published>2010-12-19T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:02:02.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaspoon Christianity</title><content type='html'>I read this from a tumblr site and I think this is something that everybody has to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For those of us who have been Christians for a while, it becomes easy to think that we’ve pretty much exhausted the possibilities of the Christian life. We can settle into a routine of activities at church and in our small groups and Bible studies, with little expectation of anything new. The familiar becomes the predictable, and everything from here on out will be more of the same. We dip our teaspoon into the vast ocean of the living God. Holding that teaspoon in our hand, we say, ‘This is God.’ we pour it out into our lives, and we say,’This is the Christian experience.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God calls us to dive into the ocean. He call us into ever new regions of his fullness, his immensity, his all-sufficiency. There is more for us in Christ than we have yet apprehended. Let’s never think that we have him figured out or that we’ve seen all he can do. The Bible is not a guidebook to a theological museum. It is a road map showing us the way into neglected or even forgotten glories of the living God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ray Ortlund, When God Comes to Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that makes sense to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2699555367384332160?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2699555367384332160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/12/teaspoon-christianity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2699555367384332160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2699555367384332160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/12/teaspoon-christianity.html' title='Teaspoon Christianity'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6772871335046189613</id><published>2010-11-12T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:44:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I want to be in Singapore or in another country where I could experience how to be on my own and be independent. I'd like to find ways on how I could bless my family.But somehow all these dreams remain but a dream. I can't help but wonder at times if my motives are purely selfish. I want to grow more, study more, and yeah... Travel more. If only I'm not racing against time... Oh my! I'd be trying out extreme random things ever. But there's also more to life aside from traveling and studying. I have to start building my future and prepare for my family life. I think of such things too...I love this life. There's so many to hope for... So many things to aim for. Yes it is frustrating that I can't have it all and that most likely I won't achieve all those things but knowing that I could aim for all those gives me the excitement which I need in life.Oh I wish to fulfill and experience so many things before my hair turns white and starts thinning out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6772871335046189613?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6772871335046189613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6772871335046189613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6772871335046189613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-552149748404090409</id><published>2010-10-27T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:14:31.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU + ME</title><content type='html'>Long walksHolding handsEndless laughtersCorniest jokesBonding momentsSpecial dinnersDancing togetherMovie datesCar ridesWorking in silenceSharing of sorrowsCelebrating victoriesCrying momentsDriving lessonsSent messagesLate night phone callsBroken promisesSorry'sSweet I love you'sTerms of EndearmentBear hugsGuineeI miss all these thingsI miss the best friend I had in youI miss youMost of all, I miss me and you...Together...TOGETHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-552149748404090409?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/552149748404090409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/552149748404090409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/552149748404090409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-me.html' title='YOU + ME'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4972327456254141755</id><published>2010-09-19T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:47:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see-saw</title><content type='html'>One moment you see it, the next thing you know it, it's nowhere to be found. So, I woke up with this heavy feeling in my heart. Yeah, I decided to stay in bed longer hoping to push my bad vibes away. But then, I decided to stand up and do something bout it. So, I got my pile of laundry and started working. While I did so, I also ended up speaking with Jorlan. I'm glad he was online. We talked and it was good. A few minutes later, he sent me an email and yes, I have to admit that everything seemed better afterwards.Simple and no so noteworthy, I know. But thank you, Lord, for bringing Jorlan to my life. At least that unexpected email made me smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-4972327456254141755?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4972327456254141755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/see-saw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4972327456254141755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4972327456254141755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/see-saw.html' title='see-saw'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6577951420061244604</id><published>2010-09-15T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:02:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>I got the news I've been waiting for. I didn't get in. It's painful. I don't understand and I honestly feel not good enough. But I prayed to God about this and this was His answer so for tonight I'll cry my heart out and tomorrow I'll wake up, hold my chin up, and move on. I will try again.For now, I just want to cry it out... All of it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6577951420061244604?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6577951420061244604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6577951420061244604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6577951420061244604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2042379541244122857</id><published>2010-09-12T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:18:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Compliment</title><content type='html'>Being an educator, I am often in touch with children. Tonight, a kid posted on my wall that he got me a bracelet. So, I told him, "thank you. You're the best! &lt;3" Those were my exact words. His reply touched my heart. He said, "Thank you for telling me I'm the best. I love you." Then, he sent me another message, "I'm bringing some Malaysian treats for you tomorrow." I don't know what's so special with the remarks I gave him but tonight, I realized that I should never stop giving compliments to my children. Nothing beats building someone up. I may not have given him anything tangible but those meaningful remarks definitely encouraged a kid tonight. I think that matters more. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2042379541244122857?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2042379541244122857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/compliment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2042379541244122857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2042379541244122857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/compliment.html' title='The Compliment'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8618725092444586945</id><published>2010-09-12T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:10:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>Lord, make a difference in me. May You use me to bless my family. I accept this challenge of learning what patience is all about. I am eager and anxious to depend on my abilities but Lord, I will trust in you alone. You know better than I. I will be still and know You're the Lord over my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8618725092444586945?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8618725092444586945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8618725092444586945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8618725092444586945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-difference.html' title='Make a Difference'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7779058463970638584</id><published>2010-09-05T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:05:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still</title><content type='html'>Okay and so my prospect replied and asked me something unexpected. I submitted all what they requested for and now I'm here, waiting... Waiting... And waiting even more.Excitement and anxiety are not good pairs... Add to that facing reality and responsibility... It's stressful.My mind is full of "if only I could's" for I have no great powers to make all things possible. I dream and desire the best things in life but I too can only do so much. Yes, if I could have it my way, I'd be gone by now doing everything to fulfill my responsibilities and make everyone around me worry-free. Unfortunately, I am not in control.Yes, it's another day to learn how to be still and know who my God is.Not my will, but my Lord's will be done in my life. For now, I'll excel in the work that I have and keep believing that God knows what's best for me. He will provide for my everything and will never forsake me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7779058463970638584?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7779058463970638584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7779058463970638584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7779058463970638584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-still.html' title='Be Still'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-410999440214050905</id><published>2010-09-04T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:08:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the couch and pondering</title><content type='html'>The TV is on but my thoughts are somewhere else. I have been thinking. I've been dreaming for nothing but the best so I could experience the best in life as well. However, at the end of the day, I still end feeling not happy knowing that there's more to reach for and dream of and explore out there.Then, it dawned upon me that what I desire for myself is not what God wants for me. What I think is good for me is not good for God. It's tough learning the lesson of contentment. Being human, I can't help but desire the best things... The better thing in life. Then again, after desiring everything, I continue to submit to what God wants for me.God knows better than I and in times of trials, I should remain firm in believing that my Lord knows which is for me and which is not. Doubt and envy must have no room in my heart for my Lord will bless me in ways beyond my comprehension. I gotta open my eyes and allow myself to see how God is moving in my life. That way if I focus more on Him, my heart will be contented and I shall not want no longer.. And my Lord will be more than enough for me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-410999440214050905?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/410999440214050905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-couch-and-pondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/410999440214050905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/410999440214050905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-couch-and-pondering.html' title='By the couch and pondering'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2256161901134901518</id><published>2010-08-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:16:38.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I enjoyed every moment having you around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;but knowing you're so far always leaves me with a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever you become silent, I can't help but wonder, "do you still think of me?" or "have I been forgotten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel things have turned from surreal to real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The longing and the pain, both these emotions, I could finally feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to hold on for I am scared to be let down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But whenever I give up, &amp;nbsp;your honest answers pull me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But then again, who could ever really tell that you have been so honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's all I could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's all I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's all I that's in my head - You and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2256161901134901518?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2256161901134901518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2256161901134901518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2256161901134901518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-real.html' title='For Real'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3855115319548924328</id><published>2010-08-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:23:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It has been five years since my parents first allowed to go out of town on my own with my friends. That was a momentous event for me. Being sheltered by my parents, the fact that I was allowed to go to an out-of-town trip with just my friends was a big deal for me. Anyway, my friends and I headed to Puerto Galera to have an overnight of a lifetime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It became a night of many firsts and realizations for me. Add to that, major lessons learned too. How could I ever forget that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, cliche' as this may sound but there were things which were rather be left and buried in Puerto Galera just like how the famous adage goes, "What happens in Puerto Galera, stays in Puerto Galera." And so I thought that would be applicable for me. However, right after I got back to reality, I just realized that what supposed to be a fun vacation brought me tons of extra baggages to carry back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With what happened, I found it tough to move on. Think: emotional rollercoaster kind-of-stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, it took a while before I moved on. I had to force myself to do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUT... something happened tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I finally got the closure I needed. How? Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: Jamie, is this still ur no.? &amp;nbsp;-7:41pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Yep. Who is this please? - 7:43pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: M*** :) still remember me? -7:44pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Oi! Yeah, I remember you. What's up? -7:45pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: Just browsing through phone nos. haha. Doin ok. How are you? -7:46pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Nice. Haha.. All is well with me. You? How's life? -7:47pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: still workin, still in music. ikaw still teaching? married ka na no? -7:48pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Me? Married? Haha where did that come from? Baka you're the one who's married. Yeah, still teaching. -7:49pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: Haha, ako married? Yeah right! Anyways glad to hear frm you. -8:01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Haha I hope you're still random and crazy, Moses! ;p nice to hear from you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: man, im a bit wiser and smarter now. still silly sometimes. i do apologize fr that phase when i was silly with you. -8:04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: It's okay. :) -8:11pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: awww thanks. for what it's worth, that was one awesome puerto galera trip. Right? -8:18pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: It was memorable. ;) -8:19pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: Haha. U dont sound happy abt it. -8:24pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: And what are you now -- a mindreader? Haha! I enjoyed that trip kaya -8:27pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M: haha. great! lets have coffee when i visit bf again. -8:55pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Sure - 9:09pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I know he did not use "Sorry" but the apology was all I needed to close that chapter of my life. I forgave him years ago but it feels way better to hear an apology from the person who hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm okay.. I'm better. Thank you, Lord, for this one. For all it's worth, I treasure the friendship that I had with M***. Fact remains that he made me smile, laugh, love, forgive, grow and mature...and for all those, I continue to praise the Lord for how his life made an impact on mine. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3855115319548924328?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3855115319548924328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/closure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3855115319548924328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3855115319548924328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3151936126967858022</id><published>2010-08-09T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:06:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>•sigh•</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted but I can't help but push myself further because my students are working sooooooo hard! I can't just leave them hanging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3151936126967858022?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3151936126967858022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3151936126967858022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3151936126967858022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html' title='•sigh•'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6042057000414108995</id><published>2010-08-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:29:46.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Wants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, yeah.. I have no time to deny it. I am not getting any younger. I know. I am aware of that. I need to level up. I gotta do something and do it now. NOW. Lord, help me know what You want me to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6042057000414108995?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6042057000414108995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-my-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6042057000414108995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6042057000414108995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-my-wants.html' title='Not My Wants...'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-148596644627377589</id><published>2010-08-07T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:08:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Super Weight Loss Foods | Model Diet Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.modeldietplan.com/top-10-weight-loss-foods.htm"&gt;Top 10 Super Weight Loss Foods | Model Diet Plan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.modeldietplan.com/realmodeldiet4.htm" style="color: #aa0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Anna's 3-day diet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for some ways to incorporate these foods into your diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Chickpeas as a weight loss food" class="diet" src="http://www.modeldietplan.com/images/chickpeas.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #333333; float: right; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;1. Chickpeas&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Also know as garbanzo beans. They are normally found precooked and canned, but you can also buy them in a dried form and cook them yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Chickpeas lower bad cholesterol, as well as being a good source of protein, iron and other vitamins and minerals. They are also a high source of insoluble fiber, great for combating constipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Chickpeas make a delicious addition to salads, soups and stir fries. You can turn them into a great homemade hummus – just blend with garlic, lemon juice, chili pepper and a teaspoon of olive oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;For those trying to cut back on meat, chickpeas make a great protein replacement. Mix them with whole grains such as brown rice or couscous for a complete meat substitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;2. Oatmeal&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Oatmeal is a very high source of soluble fiber that digests slowly, curbing your hunger and cravings for hours. It stabilizes blood sugar levels, unclogs arteries, and lowers risk of colon cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;It is best to avoid the flavored and sweetened oatmeal as they have added sugar and chemicals. Go for plain oatmeal with low fat milk and blueberries or your favorite fruit for a power breakfast. It's inexpensive and you can buy it in bulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Japanese squash as a weight loss food" class="diet" src="http://www.modeldietplan.com/images/pumpkin.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;3. Kobacha Squash&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Also know as a Japanese winter squash or pumpkin. You might have seen it on the supermarket shelf but you probably weren’t sure what it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;A cup of Japanese squash contains just 40 calories, but it is high in nutrients like antioxidants, vitamins A and C and fiber. The best thing, however, is its delicious taste. It really is a tasty, guilt-free diet food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;I love Kobacha wedges. Just cut them up and pop them in the oven with salt for 20 minutes. They make a filling, super-yummy snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;4. Sardines&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;In recent studies it has been shown that an increased intake of Omega 3 fatty acids can help to balance blood sugar levels and control appetite. And (as if that wasn’t enough), they also reduce levels of Cortisol, a stress hormone responsible for storing fat. They are a very low calorie source of protein and calcium, both very important for weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Sardines are great because they are cheap, abundant and contain lower levels of mercury and PCBs than most fish. This is because they are lower in the food chain than tuna, for example, and so spend less time ingesting poisonous chemicals. Sardines are an excellent and underrated fish choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Chilis as a weight loss food" class="diet" src="http://www.modeldietplan.com/images/red-green-chillies2.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;5. Chili Peppers&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Chili Pepper not only adds flavor to your favorite dishes, it actually increases your metabolism for a short period of time after eating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Chilies raises your body temperature, increases your circulation and helps you burn fat faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;As an added bonus, chili peppers contain Capsaicin (the active chemical in red chili peppers). This increases your body's levels of endorphins, the chemicals that make you feel happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;6. Yogurt&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Studies have shown that yogurt aids in burning fat and increasing weight loss. It’s a great low fat source of calcium and protein, both of which are important for maintaining a high metabolism. Calcium reduces fat storage and boosts your metabolism, while protein maintains and protects lean muscle tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Try to choose plain yogurt – the flavored ones contain high amounts of sugar and additives. Alternatively, homemade yogurt is a healthy and economical way to add fresh yogurt to your life every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Yogurt can also be used as a substitute for mayonnaise or sour cream in dips and salad dressing recipes. If plain yogurt isn't your thing, mix in fruits and nuts or use it in smoothies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Blueberries as a weight loss food" class="diet" src="http://www.modeldietplan.com/images/blueberries.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;7. Blueberries&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Blueberries contain a powerful antioxidant named Anthocyanin that may promote weight loss by reducing abdominal fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;It has also been shown that consuming blueberries actually reduces your food cravings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;I like to add fresh or frozen blueberries to low fat muffins, cereal and yogurt. I also blend them into smoothies, and they also make a good snack for evenings watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;8. Eggs&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Eggs are nutrient-dense and a great source of protein. A medium sized egg contains just 70 calories. Studies have shown that eating eggs for breakfast tends to reduce the amount of calories that you consume throughout the rest of the day. Eggs promote satiety and curb hunger and cravings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Eggs contain all of the essential amino acids, but it is the amino acid leucine that provides the link to fat loss. This naturally occurring substance helps to stabilize blood sugar levels and maintain lean muscle tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Grapefruit as a weight loss food" class="diet" src="http://www.modeldietplan.com/images/grapefruit.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;9. Grapefruit&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;I'm sure you've heard of the grapefruit diet? Well it turns out there might be something to it. Grapefruit contains fat burning enzymes that are responsible for reducing insulin levels and encouraging weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Grapefruit is low in calories and high in antioxidant vitamin C and potassium. It also contains bioflavonoids and other plant chemicals that protect against cancer and heart disease. You can eat grapefruit alone or toss it on salads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #bb3333; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 1em; font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: -0.02em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8em; margin-right: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.3em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;10. Almonds&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;A good source of protein, fiber, and powerful antioxidant Vitamin E. Studies have shown that eating small amounts of almonds aids in weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Although almonds do contain fat, research suggests the fat in almonds does not get completely absorbed by the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;"&gt;Almonds are a satisfying snack that you can carry with you instead of chips and other unhealthy snack foods. You can also toss them in salads and smoothies or mix them with oatmeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-148596644627377589?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/148596644627377589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/top-10-super-weight-loss-foods-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/148596644627377589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/148596644627377589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/top-10-super-weight-loss-foods-model.html' title='Top 10 Super Weight Loss Foods | Model Diet Plan'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2390520890086970153</id><published>2010-08-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:17:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We are limited only when we put limits for ourselves. When you think about it, we can achieve greater altitudes when we challenge ourselves and go out of our comfort zones. However, the idea of conservatism limits us. We often try to make sure that we have buffers just IN CASE an unexpected happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Once more, I am challenged to move out of my comfort zone. I am scared. I have to admit, I am terrified. My life here is so comfortable that I am not sure if I am ready to give it up. Whatever I need is within my reach. I may not have so much to buy all that I want in my life but all I need is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;However, I know that there is so much that I can do. I know that there are a lot of things to explore. And I know for a fact that I can only make these happen if I let go and plunge right in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I need a GO signal. I need to hear God's audible voice telling me to GO. I need a GREAT PUSH to jump right in and I know that this won't happen. I know that right this very moment, it's all up to me. It's either I plunge right in and see what's in store for me or forever wonder what could have had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My dream is simple... to bless my family and to learn more about life, love, and experience more of God. What should I do know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have taken a tiny move... what's next now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Should I leap and let go and just FALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me WISDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2390520890086970153?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2390520890086970153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2390520890086970153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2390520890086970153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-chances.html' title='Taking Chances'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8971272687775124874</id><published>2010-07-18T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:18:59.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINISCING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A few months back, around this time, it was also a Sunday when Rej and the rest of his Torch friends decided to take a walk outside our house. They were searching for a park where we could all hang out. Rej, Timothy, Thiu, Tsende, Bajji, John and I walked from our place all the way to Bf resort. I remember enjoying every moment of it because it was rare for me to walk outside my home at around this time -- it's past 8:30pm, mind you. We talked about random things along the way. Thiu had his iPod earphones stuck on his ears, Timothy never stopped finding things to laugh at, the couple were singing, John was texting, Rej walked by my side and I was in awe of the stars. We went inside the churches. We walked and walked and walked. It was a bonding of a lifetime. At one point we all got tired. Someone didn't wear the right footwear hence resulted to aching toes, we had to stop somewhere. We all opted to hang out at a sari-sari store. Sitting by the gutter was a bit unhygienic but it seemed the most logical thing to do since the chairs weren't enough for us. We bought a liter of Sprite and grabbed a drink. I will never forget Bajji's cute expression when she saw the Sprite being poured on the plastic. Oh and Timothy's funny face was totally hilarious as he drank from the plastic. Talk about bonding moments. •sigh• it's nice to pause for a while and remember all of it. I cant help but be sentimental. A few hours ago, Timothy buzzed me on YM and was checking on how I was doing. I miss that guy. We chatted for a while. As always, I ended laughing my heart out. The joy was irreplaceable. It revives every low points in my life.For a while, he made me forget&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;the pressures of life that I'm about to face this week.  I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rej. I miss his crazy friends. I just miss them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=jamieorila&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0015T963C&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8971272687775124874?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8971272687775124874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8971272687775124874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8971272687775124874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/reminiscing.html' title='REMINISCING'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6263224001056708371</id><published>2010-07-15T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:41:53.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basyang</title><content type='html'>•sigh•Basyang, you totally made your presence felt. Your strong winds and heavy rains really made an impact earlier this morning. You disturbed my sleep. You kept me awake. You busted the power sources. Great! Now, there's nothing much that I can do. Yes, I liked the idea of being home to rest but I don't like the idea of being idle. With no electricity, no wifi, no phone, no water, what else is left to do?Oh, Basyang! Tsk tsk tsk &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6263224001056708371?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6263224001056708371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/basyang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6263224001056708371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6263224001056708371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/basyang.html' title='Basyang'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5310197758018841287</id><published>2010-07-15T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:03:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Companionship</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I worry about my single state but most of the time, I find myself enjoying the fact that I'm alone. Some thing is bothering me. Well, I have been single for so long mainly because I had to take care of so many things and I just enjoyed my singlehood so much - no one to take care of, no responsibilities and no accountabilities.However, lately, there are these two guys who occupy my mind. My friend call them as my quasi-boyfriends. You see, thanks to technology, the world seems way smaller now and everything seems so accessible. These two guys are from two different continents. One is from Brazil and the other is from Italy. Both are decent and in terms of presentability, both will definitely pass this criterion with flying colors. Mr. Brazil is a punk rock / reggae singer sporting a long back haircut while Mr. Italy is an IT specialist sporting a clean, crisp corporate look. Both guys have been spending time for me. Mr. Brazil even tries his best to improve his English language skills to keep in touch. He even buys credits just to call me on my mobile. On the other hand, Mr. Italy, who's currently in my country, kept me company when I was sick and is asking for an opportunity  to meet up on person.Both guys are charismatic. They are so fun to talk to and I admit that I truly enjoy the attention I'm getting. However, I'm torn. My mind is going against my heart. Should I take a risk and give love a chance? Am I in for serious trouble once I open my heart to this? What are the chances that this is for real? And the best question of it all is, do they share the same belief as I do that God gave Jesus to us to die on the cross and save us from our sins?These are yet to be answered... I am anxious to know. Could this be it or is this just another addition to my long list of male companions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5310197758018841287?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5310197758018841287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/companionship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5310197758018841287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5310197758018841287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/07/companionship.html' title='Companionship'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-210788506811596535</id><published>2010-06-27T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:14:38.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Magical Words</title><content type='html'>"There's only 1 thing 2 say, 3 words, only 4 you -- I love you..."That's a line from Plain White T's 1234 song (I hope I got the title right). Yes, I am inspired. I am wearing this funny smile on my face. I am loved. It's amazing how these 3 words, I Love You, could bring so much love, joy, and encouragement to people. These words are so strong that it lifts the heavy burdens and feelings that one has been keeping inside the heart.If only we would all realize the power of love, then, things would be a little better. God has put love in u for us to edify one another and be the source of joy of the people around us.Be that source today. Spread the love. Share the love that God has for us. Anyway, God really intended us to love one another. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-210788506811596535?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/210788506811596535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-magical-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/210788506811596535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/210788506811596535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-magical-words.html' title='The Three Magical Words'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7820752895420815841</id><published>2010-06-26T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:42:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l o v e</title><content type='html'>It's good to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;He said I love you yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I'm flattered.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, "do I truly love him back?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7820752895420815841?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7820752895420815841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7820752895420815841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7820752895420815841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/l-o-v-e.html' title='l o v e'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6883206186696789051</id><published>2010-06-17T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:54:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Planting</title><content type='html'>Teaching is an ungrateful job. We do not see the end or outcome of what we have planted. Remember that we have to continue to keep planting because God tasked us to do so. It is not the people around us who will crown our efforts, it is God who will reward us. When we feel taken for granted, be thankful always because gratefulness is a gift from God. When  we're exhausted and feeling low, remember to keep planting seeds and be consistent in fulfilling our calling... Plus Note to self: be more grateful everyday! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6883206186696789051?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6883206186696789051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/keep-planting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6883206186696789051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6883206186696789051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/keep-planting.html' title='Keep Planting'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7342377130129737441</id><published>2010-06-16T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:03:40.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious???</title><content type='html'>Not. Okay, this would be another quick post. I went out of my room a few seconds ago. The light in our living room was lit so I checked it out. Found my mom in front of the laptop clicking the mouse away. Since I am no longer wearing my contacts, it's difficult for me to decipher the blurry images on the laptop screen. So, I went near her only to find out that she was playing solitaire. Nice one, mom. Staying up late for a game of solitaire.... Hmmmm... :)) tsss so much for working seriously &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7342377130129737441?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7342377130129737441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7342377130129737441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7342377130129737441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/serious.html' title='Serious???'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6152848535970336977</id><published>2010-06-16T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:57:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>I just had to blog about this boo-boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I accidentally ironed my left pointer finger and middle finger. Talk about SMART! :)) lol. ( I seriously can't get over it) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6152848535970336977?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6152848535970336977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-in-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6152848535970336977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6152848535970336977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a Lifetime'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2751402482488609424</id><published>2010-06-15T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:13:41.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Thunder</title><content type='html'>It's raining here and for the past 5 minutes, the thunder has roared for approximately 5 times as well. I was a bit in denial earlier but now I'm sure that I'm scared of thunder. Yeah, I know it's but sound. Fact remains that my heart skip / bungee jump big time from my chest when I hear the thunder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through a lot today. School year 2010- 2011 finally commenced today. I stood up most of the time and I started my day kind of unprepared. Thank God, I survived this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, everyone has a tantrum / thing against each other. Yeah, it's one of those days when you simply opt to  shut up  and avoid each other so as not to provoke each other. Yeah, talk about a day full of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time check: it's already 9:09pm and I'm tucked in my bed. Off to dreamland I go with the hopes that tomorrow will be way better than today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2751402482488609424?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2751402482488609424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/bring-on-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2751402482488609424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2751402482488609424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/bring-on-thunder.html' title='Bring on the Thunder'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3650150091990499672</id><published>2010-06-12T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:13:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Conversations</title><content type='html'>I enjoy my family's car conversations. We get too random that we end up talking about just anything under the sun. Name it, we probably have discussed it - from family matters to work related stuff to church / faith matters. Then, there's everyday life topics, politics, science and technology. It's just enjoyable and exciting. Our car conversations make me think less of the traffic and the distance we've travelled. Every moment spent increases my knowledge about life and it definitely molds me to the person I am now. I love it. I am proud to have really cool parents -- the best there is! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3650150091990499672?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3650150091990499672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/car-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3650150091990499672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3650150091990499672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/car-conversations.html' title='Car Conversations'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5167633903502536607</id><published>2010-06-11T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:35:53.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep.:( Here I go again, I'm exhausted but I find it so difficult to sleep. It's finally Friday... I'm kind of happy it's almost weekend. I can't wait for this day to end. I think I'm like this because both my best buds are not so well. :( I wanna shake off this feeling! I hate it:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5167633903502536607?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5167633903502536607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5167633903502536607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5167633903502536607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8187438635045253501</id><published>2010-06-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:03:36.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTouch</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds not so important but I just have a reason to rejoice. Today,I finally got hold of my new baby! My iPod Touch. I am so amazed at how it makes my life so easier. Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful gift and for your provisions. I'm so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8187438635045253501?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8187438635045253501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/itouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8187438635045253501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8187438635045253501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/itouch.html' title='iTouch'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-355711828584288766</id><published>2010-06-06T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:24:57.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There are days when I find myself questioning my existence. I try to find my purpose yet sometimes I feel that it's nowhere to be found. However, in those few moments, God has never failed to embrace me and let me know that He is holding me closely and that there's a purpose why I am living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, I had to report to work to submit and post some charts. For some reason, I just knew that I had to do those and that was it. I planned to attend my cousin's daughter's baptism and that was it. When I got home, exhaustion attacked and I got tempted to just lie down and get a nap. What I thought was simply a nap ended up to be a full 3 hour sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My best friend, Erwin, called up and said that he was picking me up. Since I had nothing to do. I agreed to do so. So at around 8pm, he arrived here and fetched me. As usual, all he had were but tentative plans. We found ourselves at MOA, eating at this Thai resto, and bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It got me thinking. What would he do if he didn't have me as his best friend? Succumb to his stress and sleep it away hoping that all of his worries would be gone? Yesterday, I know that I was able to minister to him. I know that I was able to make him feel better and I was able to encourage him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The whole experience has taught me never to question God of my purpose again. There are things which I often take for granted. What I didn't realize is that God is at work in my life. Though I don't see it. Though I have never realized it, I exist because God's plan will be actualized through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I praise God for all that He has done. He has opened my eyes to things and I'm grateful for His ways. Though I may never completely understand what's going to happen to me next or what's in store for me, it really pays to completely trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-355711828584288766?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/355711828584288766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/realizations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/355711828584288766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/355711828584288766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/06/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2741109353461911147</id><published>2010-05-30T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:06:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Still. Waiting. Airport Terminal. NAIA. Miss A. Elle. John Rae. Immigration. Delay. Oh, Manila. Sounds. Royal Brunei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2741109353461911147?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2741109353461911147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2741109353461911147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2741109353461911147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4413036573986285441</id><published>2010-05-30T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:02:24.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting airplanes</title><content type='html'>I'm outside the airport terminal with my brother. Miss A, and Elle. We're waiting for my dad and mom and it's been like more than 30 minutes that we've been waiting. Being parked outside the terminal is not so bad. This is the first time I got to do this. Well, there are lots of things to look at. And new airlines that I came across with - Vietnam Airlines, Air Macau, Asiana, and this Hawaiian something. Interesting because I could check those places out and save up for it. Oh well, gtg. Out of space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-4413036573986285441?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4413036573986285441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/counting-airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4413036573986285441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4413036573986285441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/counting-airplanes.html' title='Counting airplanes'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7431239336996480610</id><published>2010-05-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:35:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S_0TJfUzyYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ru0gmME_ax8/s1600/800px-Flag_of_Brunei.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S_0TJfUzyYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ru0gmME_ax8/s320/800px-Flag_of_Brunei.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You know what I love about being single and free? I can pretty much do whatever I feel like doing. Right now, I'm saving up to go to Brunei for a vacation. Yep, you got that right, Brunei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;At first, I was just considering 3 countries. Two of which, I've already been to but I haven't exactly explored quite well yet. So I was thinking of traveling to HK, Sg, or Bangkok. But then with what's happening in Bangkok, I decided to forget about it first. Then, there's HK and Sg, but I've been there already so nothing much to get excited with. Then, I got in touch with Ezra. He's from Bandar Seri Begawan and yeah, I just felt like going there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, I'm fixing my travel documents and saving up as I wait for the "right time" to book my vacation. Brunei, unlike HK and Sg, is not a shopping area. According to Ezra, there are so many hills and jungles to explore in Brunei and that alone excites me. Come on! It's not your usual vacation! And for a city girl like me, the idea of jungles, forests, hills, and trees kinda excite me. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope this pushes through. Aside from meeting new Christian friends, I am seriously looking forward to seeing what Brunei has to offer me. I want to find out for myself how their food tastes like. Haha! And for all you know I might even be able to take a side trip to Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia! ^_^ (Ezra said it's roughly 15 minutes away from Brunei!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, may God bless my plans. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7431239336996480610?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7431239336996480610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/brunei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7431239336996480610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7431239336996480610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/brunei.html' title='Brunei'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S_0TJfUzyYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ru0gmME_ax8/s72-c/800px-Flag_of_Brunei.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7922147671972011586</id><published>2010-05-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:36:02.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B L A N K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like there is something wrong in my life. I wish I knew what it is. Unfortunately, I don't and I feel so out of control. I hate not being in control of things though I know that through this circumstance I would learn how to be more dependent on the Lord. It's just that... I can't help but feel anxious... :( I hate moments like these. I can't wait for tomorrow to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7922147671972011586?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7922147671972011586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-l-n-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7922147671972011586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7922147671972011586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-l-n-k.html' title='B L A N K'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8692032655417255075</id><published>2010-05-14T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:28:12.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Keeping it Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I was a kid, I kept wondering if it was possible to have a friend until the end. For instance, you've consciously decided with a stranger to become friends when you were 5 years old and you've remained as such until you died. However, growing up taught me that it is unreal. In life, you really lose some friends along the way. Either you lose touch or simply you lose the person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I met up with a friend at the spa. I just realized that we have been friends for 11 years now. He has seen my ups and downs in college. He joined me in my joys each time I receive my commendations each semester and he was with me when my ex- broke up with me. I was there on his graduation. He was there on mine. We celebrated the first time he got a job, as we celebrated too when I got mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In retrospect, I seriously don't know what brought us this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; We have different points of view, came from different backgrounds, with different orientations and principles, yet somehow we were able to see each other through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe that respect is very important. To give attention and deference is important to make the friendship work. Grace is also important. It is true that it is important to give and take. But I think it is also important to be gracious. We simply have to understand the fact that none of us is perfect and that at one point in our lives, one's weaknesses and flaws will surface and we have to be ready to handle it. When that happens, we have to be willing to accept and embrace the reality of it. Grace operates with love. To be able to accept and embrace the shortcomings of one person, one must love the person for who he is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am in awe at how we were able to make it through these years. How we managed to make each other feel secure with our friendship, I do not know. How we make ends meet, I don't know. How one chooses to respond to matters as they come is important to make friendships work. I think ours work because we choose to listen and understand each other even when we do not feel like it. We face issues head on when it arises. We confront the negative issues when we go through it. It helps. There are no clear steps how to make friendships work but here's my unsolicited advice: if you want your friendship to work, be loving and gracious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8692032655417255075?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8692032655417255075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/keeping-it-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8692032655417255075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8692032655417255075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/keeping-it-real.html' title='Keeping it Real'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4027342503236929679</id><published>2010-05-12T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:17:19.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;How can you move on if you are still living in the past? And how can you step forward, leaving the past behind, if you can’t even begin to forgive what the past holds? How can you love someone for who they are, yet want to hate them for what they’ve done? I guess that’s what it boils down to is this — there are always those defining moments, times that makes us or breaks us, builds us or tears us apart, help us progress further or stop us dead in our tracks. And for whichever way we may choose, there’s a consequence of equal value. It’s a true test of what we stand for, where we came from, and where we are going. These are moments that we live for, breathe for, and fight for. These are the defining moments that leave imprints forever in our hearts, making our souls forever. These are choices that could bring you one step closer to forever or leaving you hostage to the past. I guess in order to move on from the past, you must learn to forgive it. And forgiving may mean letting go.&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/2853570067377089622-4027342503236929679?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4027342503236929679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-you-move-on-if-you-are-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4027342503236929679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4027342503236929679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-you-move-on-if-you-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-357430815522778805</id><published>2010-05-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:05:59.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-q1b_Uf0pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d_vU-Jq9PqU/s1600/tumblr_l2ai6vpuno1qa93ca.htm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-q1b_Uf0pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d_vU-Jq9PqU/s400/tumblr_l2ai6vpuno1qa93ca.htm" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dance with me, Mark....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*wishful thinking*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tee-hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay enough of Mark Salling for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-357430815522778805?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/357430815522778805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/357430815522778805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/357430815522778805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with Me'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-q1b_Uf0pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d_vU-Jq9PqU/s72-c/tumblr_l2ai6vpuno1qa93ca.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8385706393259846218</id><published>2010-05-12T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:50:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man is not ashamed to declare his love for God above all things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man conveys on a daily basis how valuable his wife is to him by his actions, his words, and his prayer life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man puts his wife slightly above his children:&lt;br /&gt;1. Because that is and will always be his lifelong partner and best friend&lt;br /&gt;2. Because its sets a noble example for children to aspire to in adulthood.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man works hard at his vocation so that his wife does not have to…in that same vain…a real man sacrifices external successes, status, symbols, and position for less things in life so he and his children can have a whole wife and mother.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man seeks to serve.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man cries in front of his children, readily admits and exposes his weaknesses/mistakes so that his wife and children don’t always feel like they have to be perfect.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man isn’t afraid to hug other real men.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man trusts in God to provide for him and freely gives back in the form of time, money, and spiritual gifts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man admits when he is wrong and apologizes to the person he has offended.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man forgives immediately when someone has the guts to say they are sorry and doesn’t later rub in their faults.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man always is alert for teachable moments with his children.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man keeps himself in good shape to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Show his wife he still thinks enough of her not to let himself go&lt;br /&gt;2. To show his children the same.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man is proactive and takes complete ownership of his actions blaming only himself for his misgivings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man holds his wife’s hand in public, opens her car door, and still brings her flowers twenty years after he met her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man kisses his wife and hugs her first when he walks in the door.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man takes the time to ask and not assume.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; When a real man has to be critical, he criticizes the behavior, never the person.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A real man avoids situations that might question his integrity or character.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Don’t settle for anything less than a real man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what I aspire to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A Man of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8385706393259846218?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8385706393259846218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8385706393259846218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8385706393259846218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-man.html' title='He&apos;s the man...'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4312322564408074227</id><published>2010-05-12T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:31:45.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qirRTlvcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rizI4ZHK7tY/s1600/Glee.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qirRTlvcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rizI4ZHK7tY/s200/Glee.png" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I super la-la-la-love Wednesdays. Not only it signifies the middle of the week and that the weekend is about to come, it is also almost synonymous to GLEE. Yeah, I am typing my blog away as I am watching Glee. Talk about multitasking, eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  ◕ ‿ ◕ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I admit, I am a GLEEK. Who wouldn't love the show? Good songs, good young actors and actresses, interesting twists, relevant issues and really good-looking guys. *hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qjvi87bEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j-wreiE2IYc/s1600/mark-salling-.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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qjvi87bEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j-wreiE2IYc/s200/mark-salling-.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today's episode focused on Kurt and Puck. Kurt is doing a great job. I have to admit that I am drawn to watch the episode further because of the emotions he's stirring. Nice one, Kurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, let's move on to Puck. Puck, who's being played by &lt;a href="http://www.marksallingmusic.com/media.html"&gt;Mark Salling&lt;/a&gt;, has a very interesting role. His bad boy image in the show works well for him. He's definitely capturing a lot of attention. But what's nice about him is that he is no stupid guy. And he is not just an actor. I do admire the fact that he is a musician in real life. Ergo, he has brilliant ideas going on his mind. To actually formulate the lyrics of his songs and come up with musical arrangement take a brilliant mind to complete one piece. So beneath those handsome looks is a guy with a beautiful mind. I like him. Seriously like him. *hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qlu-tooOI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWlI9c1h6KU/s1600/harryshumjr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qlu-tooOI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWlI9c1h6KU/s200/harryshumjr.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, there's Harry Shum, Jr. Well, I haven't heard him sing so it is not really his voice which has drawn me to him. Set aside the fact that he has chinky eyes too. This guy who plays "The Other Asian" role in Glee is a great dancer. Once he moves on the floor, you simply get glued to it. He is very graceful that you wouldn't want not to watch him at all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How can I not like Glee when they have guys like Mark and Harry! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oooh and did I mention that Mercedes was soooooo lucky in today's episode?? She got to hold hands with Mark!!!! *gah* Can I hold hands with him too? Tee-hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, Glee is definitely addicting. Perfect de-stresser. I can't wait to watch the next episodes of Glee. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&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/2853570067377089622-4312322564408074227?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4312322564408074227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4312322564408074227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4312322564408074227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee.html' title='GLEE'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-qirRTlvcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rizI4ZHK7tY/s72-c/Glee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-982745699935339408</id><published>2010-05-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:33.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a little something I read online... Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.theramp.org/"&gt;Julie!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who spend way too much time wondering who “The One” that you’re going to marry is, here are some things I have learned recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Winter Ramp Damon said something kind of as a side comment that really impacted me. (And I’m sure every one who was single in the room picked up on this as well) He said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;“If you want to find your spouse just run as hard and as fast as you can after God, and then look over and see who’s running next to you.”&lt;/strong&gt;That is such a powerful word! Well naturally the single minds start to think, “Hmm…well who is running next to me?…” And as I was pondering this the Holy Spirit interrupted my thoughts and said, “Julie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;are you running as hard and as fast as you can&lt;/strong&gt;?” After I thought about it for a minute my honest response was, “Well…no.” And His response to me was, “&lt;strong&gt;Well then don’t look&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a freeing word! In a moment I realized that my only responsibility is to focus on running as hard and as fast as I can after God. To lay aside every weight that hinders. To&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;stop settling for a “normal” walk with God instead of a supernatural one&lt;/strong&gt;, and to really press into God,&amp;nbsp;growing up into spiritual maturity. Like Mrs. Karen says, “Where you stop is where you stop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single is a time in your life to treasure. It’s the only time in your life that you have where it’s just you and God - where you don’t have to worry about the responsibilities of a spouse, or kids, etc. It’s a time where you can so easily put all of your attention on Him. And if you’re feeling lonely, just realize that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;loneliness is nothing more than an invitation to find a deeper security in God&lt;/strong&gt;. Most people get so busy trying to fill the lonely times with distractions that they miss the Divine “Come up here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to say, let’s set ourselves this year to cut out distractions and run as hard and fast as we can - to run in a way as to receive the prize of encountering Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-982745699935339408?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/982745699935339408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationship-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/982745699935339408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/982745699935339408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationship-run.html' title='Relationship Run'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3193286058204935090</id><published>2010-05-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:59:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Life's back to normal for me. I had to report to work since some of my children had to go to school. So, just like how it's supposed to be I woke up early to prep for work. The phone rang and I lazily answered it, only to find out that it was my aunt. The next thing I knew, she was already in front of our house. I honestly failed to understand what's going on. All I know is that when I got home, I found out she's still here and I somehow figured out that she's sleeping over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, here she is with us now. She's on the bed with my other aunt, while here I am displaced on the floor. Yeah, I had no option but to sleep on the floor to give way for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, today, I started searching for my next escapade. I might head to Vietnam since Thailand remains quite chaotic. I'm still in the process of understanding the visa application of Vietnam. If everything works out, I hope to check it out and experience what Vietnam has to offer this June. Ooooh! I hope it won't turn out to be so expensive. Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't this exciting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; ◕ ‿ ◕    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3193286058204935090?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3193286058204935090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3193286058204935090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3193286058204935090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, Surprise'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7718448312687324171</id><published>2010-05-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:10:05.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Oh, Mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-fGoGXeOMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFeplLseKEU/s1600/13357_1071747850439_1728427232_137558_2393852_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-fGoGXeOMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFeplLseKEU/s320/13357_1071747850439_1728427232_137558_2393852_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried  jobs... since  the payment is pure love" - Mildred  B Vermont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My mom is one of the best persons in the world. I wouldn't be enjoying the life that I have now if it wasn't for my mom and of course, my dad as well. For today, however, since it was mother's day yesterday, let me just focus on my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Just like any mom-daughter relationships, my mom and I have our ugly moments too. Given that we have tons of differences, you really don't expect us to get along well all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Despite our long list of differences, my mom and I also have a long list of similarities. She has the greatest influence on me. From my penmanship to my OC-ness, it's all because of mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-fKfYUe-0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/I4thTmI5L7A/s1600/ABCD0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-fKfYUe-0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/I4thTmI5L7A/s200/ABCD0017.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's unusual not having to spend Mother's Day with her. She's out of the country with my dad for a well-deserved vacation. Since she's out, it makes me realize how better it is to have her around. This is not the first time that I had to assume mommy role at home. In 2006, my mom almost died because of aneurysm. She was confined at the Asian Hospital for about 2 - 3 weeks. I am proud to say that I've got one tough mommy. She survived her brain operation. In fact, she was ready to stand up hours after her op! Talk about a fighter! Anyway, that was the first time I assumed mommy role here at home. I seriously how mom does it without freaking out. Trying to balance her responsibilities at work and at home. Whoa! She's a superwoman. I don't know where she finds the time and energy to accomplish all her tasks but she just simply has this way of going through it all and finishing her work excellently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have to admit that it rattles me when all the bills start coming in and I have to take care of my little bro's needs and I have to think of work. I do not know where to start and what to do...but my mom...she goes through it all with so much grace and composure. To top it all, she always goes through it with a smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nothing truly beats my mom. How she organizes things at home amazes me. The way she prioritizes our needs definitely leaves me in awe. How she remains understanding and loving despite all the pressures she goes through in her every day life is just just worth commending. How she loves me despite my hardheadedness and how she accepts me for who I am is just unbeatable. Talk about unconditional love indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I don't know how in the world could I ever thank my mom for all the things that she has done but one thing is for sure, I will do everything to make her happy and to make her always proud of me. I praise God for my mom and I definitely pray that I would be like her to my children someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Oh, Mother! You are indeed the best in the world. God truly knew me so well. He knew I need you in my life so I'd be who I am now. I love you, Mom! Blessings be upon you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 180%;"&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/2853570067377089622-7718448312687324171?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7718448312687324171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7718448312687324171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7718448312687324171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-mother.html' title='Oh, Mother!'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S-fGoGXeOMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFeplLseKEU/s72-c/13357_1071747850439_1728427232_137558_2393852_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3301714374167667988</id><published>2010-05-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:47:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is it. Today, we exercise our right to vote. Today, we make a stand and make our voices heard by casting our votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;8:02am, my Tita Ching woke me up because my brother, John, has finally arrived. As agreed last night, we will vote early in the morning so we could go home right away and watch the updates on the elections on cable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit that I am quite excited to cast my vote. This is my first time to do so. Given that this is also my country's first time to try out the automated casting of votes makes this whole event more exciting. So, there we were at the precinct at around 8:15am and the line was about 6-7 meters long already. The sun was up. More people kept arriving and yeah, the queue kept getting longer and longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was there alone in the line. My bro and tita were in another precinct. I thought it was going to be such a bore to wait in line. I had no phones because both my mobiles ran out of batteries. I had no iPod to listen to since I left it in the car. I had no PSP with me because I don't know where it was. I had no book to read because I forgot to bring one. I'm just so grateful that the family before me was very congenial. They kept me company. The mom was so friendly, she made sure that I was in line with them all the time. She talks to me every now and then and includes me in their conversation. The dad was a natural comedian. He could just look at something and come up with the corniest jokes ever! I'm glad they were with me because they definitely kept me company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After 4 long hours of waiting, I finally reached my precinct. I searched for my name on the list and signed the sheets, placed my thumbmarks, and casted my vote. It only took me less than 5minutes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, I could rant here and highlight all the negative things that happened today. However, I choose not to do so. If there's one thing that I have learned today, that is the value of patience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure proud of COMELEC for pushing through with the automation of this year's elections. Talk about taking a bold step to improve our voting system. Of course, it is bound to have some glitches and we have to understand that. No matter how corrupt the people are behind this automation process maybe, I'm sure that they have still the best intentions to improve our processes. We can't expect things to go on smoothly. In everything, there's always a degree of error... a point where one's expectations won't be met. We all have to learn how to be patient and make room for it. Besides, after all these, that involved party will have the idea as to what to improve on next time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know that something good will come out of this new automated system. I'm positive of it. What I'm not sure of though is that this would be one honest elections. I am hoping that our next President would be really able to lead the country towards progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm excited to know what will happen next...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For now, help me pray for a peaceful elections and a peaceful transition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3301714374167667988?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3301714374167667988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/elections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3301714374167667988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3301714374167667988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-713237736536560510</id><published>2010-05-10T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:29:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jamieorila" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jamieorila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-713237736536560510?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/713237736536560510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/713237736536560510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/713237736536560510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-1310616367326436615</id><published>2010-05-10T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:28:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could change your name, what would you change it to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I like the name KALILA. It means &amp;quot;my beloved&amp;quot;. ◕ ‿ ◕&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jamieorila"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-1310616367326436615?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/1310616367326436615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-could-change-your-name-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1310616367326436615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1310616367326436615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-could-change-your-name-what.html' title='If you could change your name, what would you change it to?'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8700921170674866580</id><published>2010-05-10T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:34:04.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫♫ I'm ready to fly... ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Most of the time, I like being a Filipino. But this morning, as I was surfing the net, I can't help but be irritated. And it was somehow because I am a Filipino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to travel and see the world. It's not impossible because one can always save up for the fares and accommodations. However, what frustrates me is that as a Filipino, I need to get visas to travel to most countries! To get a visa means spending thousands of money just to get that pass. To get a visa means producing all sorts of income statements to prove that you have no intentions to stay in another country illegally. It's sad because I feel restricted. There are so many things that the world has to offer. Yet, it seems like I won't be able to check it out due to these circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will never stop trying. I will still do everything to see the world. I just can't help but wish that it was easier to do so. I'm ready to fly and explore what's around me. I just wish that I'd be given the chance to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8700921170674866580?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8700921170674866580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-ready-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8700921170674866580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8700921170674866580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-ready-to-fly.html' title='♫♫ I&apos;m ready to fly... ♫'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6657540868095240296</id><published>2010-05-05T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:37:05.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat is On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_962087747"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Tsssssssssssss! It's sizzling hot here! It has been quite some time since I've last posted something here. Well, I've been busy. It's not easy being a quasi-mom you know. All of a sudden you're faced with all these responsibilities and you know for a fact that you gotta do well in performing these responsibilities or else the whole household may fail. And of course, you wouldn't want that because that would mean further troubles = more headaches. Modesty aside, I think I'm doing a great job in managing the household. Things seem to be in order. The finances are managed properly. I'd make a good mom after all. *hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, a lot has happened to me. Let me see what I have learned from life these past few weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Work has been great. It's become very enjoyable. I have been learning from my kids regarding patience and their outlooks in life. It gets tiring every now and then but at the end of the day, they are still very lovable. My exhaustion diminishes when I get to spend time with them. I guess that how it really is when you love what you're doing. You end up not minding how difficult the work is because you love what you're doing.&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, moving on. Aside from work, I really do enjoy the fact that I only work half days these summer. From work, I go straight home where I could attend to my chores and attend to whatever family affairs I need to attend to. I am enjoying my bonding moments with my brother and aunt. Yeah, things seem smooth-sailing here at home. Over the weekend, I watched Iron Man 2 with my brother. We opted to go for the last full show and man, we really enjoyed it! Robert Downey Jr. did a great job in entertaining me. :)) As for my aunt, I have learned how to be more understanding and open-minded. Yeah, I mean it! Imagine eating bitter gourd just so I could appreciate what she cooked!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Every night, my aunt and I bond together until we both get tired and doze off to dreamland. It's actually fun having her around because she's like an older sister to me. She really takes good care of me and my brother. I'm enjoying every moment of it. Laughing over some pathetic Filipino joke, weighing what the politicians are talking about and watching shows in cable. Nothing beats spending quality time with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Like what I said, I've got time in my hands and lately, I find myself watching the shows that I've missed these past few months. Grey's Anatomy, House, and Scrubs remind me of how much I love science and how much I love thinking of how they solve these medical mysteries. Discovery Travel and Living makes me want to travel more. I just realized that I do want to see the world! The other day, they showed how beautiful India is and how awesome the sights are near the Bosphorus Strait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;These past few days made me realize that there are so many things that I want to do. I should not forget that. I must pursue my dreams and actualize it. So for this year, I will definitely try to be more daring and impulsive. I will try to run after my dreams and experience it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;There are so many things to look forward to... I'm excited...TRULY excited for what is yet to come! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_962087748"&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/2853570067377089622-6657540868095240296?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6657540868095240296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/heat-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6657540868095240296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6657540868095240296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/05/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat is On'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5847047969733392247</id><published>2010-04-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:05:25.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mPFpxFpiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ML7q_IbJGgk/s1600/red-rain-umbrella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mPFpxFpiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ML7q_IbJGgk/s320/red-rain-umbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not a big fan of the rain. I don't like my toes getting wet. I hate the idea of getting splashed with water. I don't like getting drenched. I honestly prefer summer over rainy season. Attribute this feelings to the fact that I have been splashed with rain water a couple of times already and it was such a shameful experience. *gah* However, things changed, days turn into night, sun sets and the moon rises... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, it rained again today. For two days now, I've been loving the fact that it's raining. The cool breeze that it brings makes me want to stay longer in bed. I want to stay snuggled up in bed, sleeping tightly quietly tucked under my comforter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I posted over my Facebook account a portion of the song Rihanna's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvBfHwUxHIk&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;"Umbrella"&lt;/a&gt;. And one of my college friends, Nikolo, replied to it by continuing the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been ages since I have last heard from him. I have been busy with work and he has been busy reporting on TV. Hearing from him again makes me reminisce our college moments. I miss how things used to be. Niko was there when my Luis broke up with me. And Niko proved that he was such a good friend for he was there for me through my joys and pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He cheered me on when I ran for office at the Student Council. He was a shoulder to cry on when my heart was broken. He completed my thoughts. He sang with me when my heart was overjoyed. He accepted me as I am. We have been through countless arguments over different issues in life yet somehow, we still find reasons to agree on most things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just realized that I am so blessed to have a friend like him. He is definitely a friend for keeps. Be it sunny or rainy, I know he will be there for me. We may not be together everyday but I know that no matter what happens, I will always have a friend in him and he will always have a friend in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the sun shines we'll shine together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Told you I'll be here forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Said I'll always be a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Took an oath Imma stick it out till the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actual_text" id="text_expose_id_4bd98e4b9cdb83cc0e6b2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella ella ella eh eh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5847047969733392247?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5847047969733392247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5847047969733392247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5847047969733392247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it Rain'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mPFpxFpiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ML7q_IbJGgk/s72-c/red-rain-umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3130746167177925983</id><published>2010-04-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:53:20.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mAH-vKKQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/msH4osVRN7o/s1600/tumblr_l1luehE4Qo1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mAH-vKKQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/msH4osVRN7o/s320/tumblr_l1luehE4Qo1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Back in high school, my friends and I loved reading Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin, with his crazy antics, and super lovable stuffed tiger, Hobbes brought so much laughter to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, browsing through my tumblr, I saw this pic and can't help but be reminded of all those funny memories. Oh, high school life! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, check out this little boy. Isn't he adorable? Hahaha! Makes me want to pinch his cheeks and hug him and squish him. *gigil* Oooh, what a cutie pie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3130746167177925983?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3130746167177925983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/calvin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3130746167177925983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3130746167177925983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/calvin.html' title='Calvin'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9mAH-vKKQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/msH4osVRN7o/s72-c/tumblr_l1luehE4Qo1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-1509358496518710162</id><published>2010-04-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:30:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will NEVER EVER forget this day! The day it first rained..and it's supposed to be SUMMER. Does this mean that I have to say good bye to my dreams of going to the beach, drinking shakes on the shore... good bye white sands, toes buried on sand, colorful nails, and colorful fish??? Noooooooooooooooooooo! I seriously refuse to accept this! I wanna go to the beach and enjoy my vacation! *gah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have to admit that I enjoyed the rain. Man, it has been so hot in the Philippines lately and it's just so good to get wet a bit from the rain! The cool waters were such a relief! SERIOUSLY ^_~ So sad as I have to "sort of" bid summer good bye and it was earlier than expected, I kinda find myself embracing the new season. Semi-hello to rainy days! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, enough of this. This is just one of those random posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Just sing with me, will ya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Under my umbrella ella-ella-eh-eh .... ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's raining raining&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's raining.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/2853570067377089622-1509358496518710162?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/1509358496518710162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-my-umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1509358496518710162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1509358496518710162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-my-umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh.html' title='Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3518146706976651915</id><published>2010-04-26T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:20:37.100+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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9WE-NnnA3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tlDswb7tvkA/s1600/stressed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9WE-NnnA3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tlDswb7tvkA/s320/stressed.jpg" width="320" /&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/2853570067377089622-3518146706976651915?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3518146706976651915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3518146706976651915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3518146706976651915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S9WE-NnnA3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tlDswb7tvkA/s72-c/stressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6374952777101095007</id><published>2010-04-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:01:23.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing to Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And so there was this couple who danced their wedding entrance to Forever. The &lt;a href="http://www.jkweddingdance.com/"&gt;JK Wedding Dance &lt;/a&gt;has captured the attention of many given that they made a statement by doing the unique wedding entrance. Even the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFPeQuRirtg&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;TODAY&lt;/a&gt; Show featured the couple on TV! :) What is wonderful about the couple is that with the popularity that came along with that instant-hit Youtube video was the responsibility to reach out to others and lend a helping hand. The couple decided to put up a site where people could make donations to support their advocacy to end domestic violence. Isn't that wonderful? A wonderful wedding entrance with a good cause. Hmm.. makes me think of my own wedding (in the NEAR future ;p ahihihihihi)...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6374952777101095007?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6374952777101095007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/dancing-to-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6374952777101095007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6374952777101095007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/dancing-to-forever.html' title='Dancing to Forever'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7131070445855460715</id><published>2010-04-17T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:54:21.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/span&gt; If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Succeed anyway&lt;/span&gt;. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/span&gt; Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be honest and transparent anyway.&lt;/span&gt; What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/span&gt; People who really want help may attack you if you help them. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Help them anyway.&lt;/span&gt; Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Give the world your best anyway.&lt;/span&gt; ” — Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7131070445855460715?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7131070445855460715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-are-unreasonable-illogical-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7131070445855460715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7131070445855460715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-are-unreasonable-illogical-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3502594989988673707</id><published>2010-04-17T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:46:15.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't normally go to work on Saturdays. However, this Saturday, I have been requested to go to work, stay in school, and WAIT for people to inquire or settle their accounts. I felt a bit lazy to get up this morning. Seriously. However, as part of obedience, I decided to get up and get going. I'm really counting the hours now. I'm trying to be productive by doing some of my churchwork now while waiting for some sort of work to pop out from nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm just ranting here. I'm excited for lunch. I'm going out on a food trip with my brother and his friend at the country club. Afterwhich, we're going to burn some more calories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, enough of this ranting. I'm excited for what's in store for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For now, let me say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;toodles! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3502594989988673707?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3502594989988673707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/slow-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3502594989988673707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3502594989988673707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/slow-saturday.html' title='Slow Saturday'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4027947275727826305</id><published>2010-04-15T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:30:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straightforward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8cE7Zm8oNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5hz-3XW6UhE/s1600/andrew-garcia-american-idol.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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8cE7Zm8oNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5hz-3XW6UhE/s200/andrew-garcia-american-idol.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Andrew Garcia's out. Just like that, Ryan Seacrest said it straightforward, right into Andrew's face, "it's the end of the road." The courage to say those words! I bet it was also hard on Ryan's part to be the deliverer of bad news. On the other hand, I truly admire the way he handled the situation. He did it with so much grace and composure. He remained positive despite the negative and sad news he received. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In life, we don't go through goody-goody, happy-happy, joy-joy moments all the time. In fact, most of the time, we go through what others refer to as "hell" but what can we do? For as long as we are in this damned world, expect people to say nasty things about you. Expect that people will judge you and criticize you. Life will never be smooth sailing. Your outlook in life will be the determining factor whether you'll have a good enjoyable life or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you choose to sulk and highlight the negative side of life, I pity you. What a pathetic thing to do. I'm not saying that you have to deny yourself of the reality of pain. My point is face the pain. Face that there's always room for you to become better and to improve then afterwards, look at the brighter side of life. Learn from the experience, pick up where you left off, and move on with life. With that, you'll become stronger and wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to Andrew Garcia, he reminded me once again how to face the harsh reality. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-4027947275727826305?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4027947275727826305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/straightforward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4027947275727826305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4027947275727826305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/straightforward.html' title='Straightforward'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8cE7Zm8oNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5hz-3XW6UhE/s72-c/andrew-garcia-american-idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7129694834464567137</id><published>2010-04-14T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:13:58.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8W8_R1yt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9C-EdPfcPs/s1600/compare_touch20090909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8W8_R1yt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9C-EdPfcPs/s320/compare_touch20090909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the iPod Touch! I haven't been going online lately since I have been caught up with a lot of responsibilities at home, work, and church. Lucky me, my students, in their hopes that they could make use of their gadgets while in class, brought all their stuff. With that, I came to use the iPod Touch. iPhone is definitely out of the pic since it's very expensive and I still have functional trustworthy phones. I have no intentions of changing phones until it gives up on me. Yes, I'll wait for it to self-destruct before I start thinking of purchasing a new mobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Going back to iPod Touch...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will seriously include this on my 2010 list of "must-haves". This perfectly suits me since I'm always on the go and I love going online. I am seriously saving up for this one!!!!! ^_^ I am so loving the iPod Touch! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7129694834464567137?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7129694834464567137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/itouch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7129694834464567137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7129694834464567137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/itouch.html' title='iTouch'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S8W8_R1yt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9C-EdPfcPs/s72-c/compare_touch20090909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4961716071102534040</id><published>2010-04-12T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:19:05.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been into a situation where you felt hopeless and you just felt like pressing the reset button so you could have a fresh start and move on with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how petty it may seem to others, let's admit it. We have experienced feeling trapped in a messy situation and all we could do is wish it'll come to a quick end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If this is how you feel, think of Zacchaeus. Yep, he was that little man who climb that sycamore tree to see Jesus. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+19%3A1-10&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;(Luke 19:1-10)&lt;/a&gt; Zacchaeus was the tax collector whom people despised. Nobody wanted to listen to him because of who he was, his past, and his negative disposition. On the other hand, he was also that man who was so desperate to have a companion because he wanted someone to listen to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever found yourself in the same situation? Think: Misunderstood. Alone. Hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Be encouraged! Realize that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS MEETS YOU EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (v. 5) Jesus knows the exact spot where to meet you, just like what happened with Zacchaeus. He clearly knows His purpose. At that moment, His purpose was to reach out to Zacchaeus. He knows what you need. In that situation, Jesus knew that Zacchaeus needed a friend.&amp;nbsp; Knowing these, we got to be keen and very discerning because Jesus meets us in different ways. He meets us through His Word. He may use the verses in the Bible to enlighten us. He meets us through the people around us. He uses our parents, friends, disciplers, etc., to meet us. He meets us through the circumstances we face. We go through situations not because it is simply a part of our course in life. There is a reason why we go through it and one of those reasons is for us to encounter our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When discouraged, realize that you are not alone. If you feel condemned and down the dumps, think: &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS IS A FRIEND TO SINNERS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (v.7) Jesus never chose those righteous men. He wasn't surrounded by perfect people, instead He reached out to the unclean, those who were branded negatively... those who were troubled, those who were set apart from the rest for negative reasons. You and I have a friend in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It is funny how the world can be cruel to men. One mistake and that's it. You're knocked out. It's like you're damned forever with no hopes for change. It's different with our Lord. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS BRINGS HOPE FOR CHANGE...AN OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(v.8) There's an open door so one can turn around and have a new start. Isn't that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And so you feel you're into deep trouble and that nothing can reverse the situation, don't be hopeless. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS BRINGS THE POWER OF SALVATION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (vv.9-10) He can save you spiritually for He offers eternal life, just as long as you accept Him as Your Lord and Savior. He can save you financially, mend broken relationships, heal you when you're sick, and complete you when you're lonely. He can save you from all these worries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how bad life treats you, no matter how pathetic you may be, and no matter how negatively people view you, know that God provides a room for change. The challenge is, &lt;i&gt;will you grab the opportunity to change? &lt;/i&gt;Remember: &lt;b&gt;CHANGE HAPPENS WHEN CHRIST MEETS YOU. &lt;/b&gt;Grab that opportunity for that is the reset button that you are waiting for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-4961716071102534040?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4961716071102534040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/encounter-with-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4961716071102534040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4961716071102534040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/encounter-with-christ.html' title='Encounter with Christ'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7229071934046582679</id><published>2010-04-11T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:17:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;one day, tomorrow would not come, even if you and the world beg for just one more day. life is just so fragile. so freakishly fragile. tubes and numbers would monitor your decay. and then you say goodbye cruel world. and move beyond. just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was posted by Thiu on Facebook and it's worth pondering on... Think about it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-7229071934046582679?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7229071934046582679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7229071934046582679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7229071934046582679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8872168208507886276</id><published>2010-04-10T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:26:00.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'morning!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7_sFH71QOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CNG0fG8MCJw/s1600/DSC00081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7_sFH71QOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CNG0fG8MCJw/s320/DSC00081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get up early and stretch those lazy bones...&lt;/i&gt; that's what they all say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The past two weeks of March and the first week of April have been too hectic for me. With Nanay passing away, the school's thanksgiving banquet and graduation, mum's flight to the US and my Singapore trip, I just felt like I was running after time to which I could never ever keep up to. (&lt;i&gt;yeah...DUH! I know..)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, it has been weeks since I have been planning to jumpstart my life again. I've been planning and planning to start waking up early again and exercising (&lt;i&gt;again...have you ever been into the same situation? You kept planning good plans but you end up finding yourself stuck in that "planning stage"??? )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This morn was different. My youngest brother, John Rae, woke me up at 5:30am (&lt;i&gt;that's pretty late actually)&lt;/i&gt; by turning off the air conditioner and grabbing my feet (&lt;i&gt;Yep! That's one VERY EFFECTIVE way of waking me up. Grab my feet! Lol. I kinda hate it, FYI.&lt;/i&gt;) When I saw that I was the only one in lying on the bed, I was compelled to really get up and get moving. I have to admit, I felt to lazy to get up this morn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7_traF9FWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cpMa59cU8_w/s1600/DSC00079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7_traF9FWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cpMa59cU8_w/s200/DSC00079.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I went to my cabinet, grabbed the Boracay shirt (&lt;i&gt;thanks, Mav &amp;amp; Pau!&lt;/i&gt;) and started feeling a bit excited about this escapade. Everything fell into place... the next thing I saw was John Rae's new Billabong cap (&lt;i&gt;which I literally got without permission and I just used it.hahaha&lt;/i&gt;), then my Dad's cool daddy Rayban shades. hahaha! I was all set to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;John Rae drove us all the way to the nearest "safe" park and we began walking. It felt so good! Walking around a park surrounded by trees definitely was a great way to expend energy! I almost forgot how enjoyable exercising is. Walking with my brother, cousin, and tita was a good way to bond. I have missed out on a lot of things after all. I'm sure glad I got the chance to spend time with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After an hour and a half, we passed by Karl's place where I've met Mama Belle and Sab. I spent a few minutes bonding with them and I just realized how much I missed them! It was like 15 minutes of quality time with my 2nd family. Ooh! Nothing beats it. So much has happened with our separate lives but I'm grateful that nothing much has changed when it comes to our relationship. They remain as part of my family. We've never lost connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I'm getting ready to meet up some friends for lunch. Movie time afterwards... then, golf tonight!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Exciting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of things to share...from Nanay's passing away, lessons learned, my Singapore adventure, then this one. I will definitely blog soon about all these! For now, I'm off to my next event. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wonder what else is in store for me today.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8872168208507886276?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8872168208507886276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/gmorning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8872168208507886276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8872168208507886276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/04/gmorning.html' title='G&apos;morning!!!!'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7_sFH71QOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CNG0fG8MCJw/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3061954675088578701</id><published>2010-03-31T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:23:59.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRICELESS Moments</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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7IdpZ6AUeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-38p748RXPE/s1600/26931_106539769372114_100000482747316_162504_6084475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7IdpZ6AUeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-38p748RXPE/s320/26931_106539769372114_100000482747316_162504_6084475_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;23rd&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Birthday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TIMOTHY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[DISCLAIMER: This post was made ahead of time since Seoul, South Korea is ahead by an hour from the Philippines. Note the time discrepancy. ^_^]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-8659838457697142758?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8659838457697142758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-23rd-birthday-timothy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8659838457697142758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8659838457697142758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-23rd-birthday-timothy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S7IdpZ6AUeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-38p748RXPE/s72-c/26931_106539769372114_100000482747316_162504_6084475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2286178331716528862</id><published>2010-03-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:46:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' La Vida Loca at 10am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's the time of the year when I've got TONS to do. And I literally mean it. Here I am in the kitchen, &lt;b&gt;multi-tasking, &lt;/b&gt;as I compute the grades of my students, take little bites of my Red Ribbon chocolate mousse Junior cake, drink my Starbucks' Tazo Brambleberry herbal infused iced tea and sip my London Fruit and Herb Orange Spicer hot tea. After this, I gotta polish my lines since I am hosting tomorrow night's Thanksgiving Banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am doing A LOT! And in the midst of my somewhat chaotic state, here I am... taking a BREATHER. *whew* It feels good to relax a bit. This is actually a long overdue post. Last Sunday, mom and dad were invited to an Evangelistic Dinner / Thanksgiving by our super loving and caring family doctors. In absence of dad, who's still far from us since he's on a Sabbatical leave, I took his place. Talk about proxy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mom and I were to act as table hosts that night. Our task was to make sure that Drs. &amp;nbsp;Jodd &amp;amp; Susan's non-C guests would feel comfy and we'd somehow entertain them by leading them to conversations which would glorify our Lord. Anyway, I knew it was going to be easy given that I was partnered with my mom. However, things changed since one of mom's friend, Tita Aileen, kidnapped her by switching partners. Tita Aileen assigned her partner, Ptr. D [let's keep his name a secret], to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ptr.D is single. He was decent. He looked good. He was prim and proper. Most of all, he was "MUTE". His words were few and he barely could strike a conversation! We were supposed to entertain the guests but there he was comfortably seated on his chair munching on the roasted legumes served on our table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner began. It was buffet so I had no option but to stand get myself some food. He helped me get up and was gentlemanly enough to usher me to the buffet table. I was trying to feel the waters so I desperately tried to strike a conversation with him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J: Ptr. D, what are you ministries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: Worship? Growth groups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J: I see. You know, I know some people from your church. Been there quite a lot of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: I heard you're holding your school's banquet in our church this Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J: Yes. [silence] You know, I often support Ryan, Mike, and your youth when they have seminars. There were days when I'd go with Elder Pol and his family to attend your church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: Ah. It's probable that I've met you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J: Yeah, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D: [almost a whisper] I find this thing challenging because since I became a pastor I've rid myself of non-C friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, there was silence. Fast forward to going home time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tita A: How's your "first date"? [wink, wink. nudge, nudge.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J; *gah* Nooooooo. [laugh, laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In retrospect, I can't help but stress out one thing. &lt;b&gt;RIDDING of non-C friends. &lt;/b&gt;I honestly feel sad and frustrated about this lost opportunity to reach out to others. Christ had tons of non-C friends. In fact, he was friends with all sorts of sinners, from prostitutes to tax collectors! Who are we, mere Christians, to exclude others? We are called to reach out to them so we could share to them who the Lord Jesus Christ is! I do pray Ptr. D. would realize that he's missing on a lot of things. I do hope his eyes would be opened to the reality that these non-C's must hear of Christ and the only way to turn that into reality is when Christians like us reach out to them and make them our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well... that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I gotta go and work on my script tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on...&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/2853570067377089622-2286178331716528862?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2286178331716528862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/livin-la-vida-loca-at-10am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2286178331716528862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2286178331716528862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/livin-la-vida-loca-at-10am.html' title='Livin&apos; La Vida Loca at 10am'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-94829192937358229</id><published>2010-03-30T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:46:55.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could go on vacation for the next month with an unlimited budget, where would you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Does it have to be just one place?&lt;br /&gt;If so, I'd choose Seoul, Korea where my brother is. Oh man! I could finally ask Timothy to make me some really good milk tea! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;And then Bong Doo can finally bring me to Lotte World! :) Whoopee!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jamieorila"&gt;Ask me anything&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/2853570067377089622-94829192937358229?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/94829192937358229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-go-on-vacation-for-next.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/94829192937358229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/94829192937358229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-go-on-vacation-for-next.html' title='If you could go on vacation for the next month with an unlimited budget, where would you go?'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-1830060948488431676</id><published>2010-03-29T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:49:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Cheezy Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's so easy to make me laugh. I practically laugh just about anything! Anyway, when I got home tonight, I fixed my bookshelf when I came across this piece of paper. Warning: This sounds so high school-ish. If you're up for a corny joke and you wanna laugh, please proceed. If otherwise, go and view another website! [Note: I warned you.... ^_~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you have a Bandaid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A thousand painters working for a thousand arts but could not create a beauty that equals you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Come live in my heart and pay no rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Pinch me." "Why?" "You're so fine I must be dreaming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Were you arrested earlier? It's got to be illegal to look that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sick . My medicine is to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first at sight or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's not my fault I fell in love, you are the one who tripped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;HELP! Something's wrong with my eyes! I just can't take them off you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you have a map? Because I just keep getting lost in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I could arrange the letters of the alphabet, I'd put U and I together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can I take your picture? I want to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you have a name? Can I call you mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: black; color: #ffffcc; list-style-image: url(http://images.draftthemes.multiply.com/image/1:customizedthemes/photos/18998/500x500/10/bullet.png?et=wwk7wWW4UdTVT6z2cgkgUQ&amp;amp;nmid=265896073);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You must be tired because you've been running through my mind the whole day!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-1830060948488431676?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/1830060948488431676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/classic-cheezy-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1830060948488431676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1830060948488431676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/classic-cheezy-lines.html' title='Classic Cheezy Lines'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5626750441455510607</id><published>2010-03-24T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:42:59.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About "MEH"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nrf31rdPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2AnGellT1mw/s1600/Simpsons.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nrf31rdPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2AnGellT1mw/s200/Simpsons.gif" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: small;"&gt;The Simpsons is one of John Rae's favorite toons. I even bought him DVD's of this series from 1 - 19, I think. Anyway, out of boredom, I was browsing through Yahoo! when I came across this article. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Meh': Apathetic expression enters dictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;cite class="vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By JILL LAWLESS, Associated Press Writer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fn org"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jill Lawless, Associated Press Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;–&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;abbr class="timedate" title="2008-11-16T16:23:51-0800"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sun&amp;nbsp;Nov&amp;nbsp;16, 7:23&amp;nbsp;pm&amp;nbsp;ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timedate" title="2008-11-16T16:23:51-0800"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LONDON – At least someone is excited about "meh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timedate" title="2008-11-16T16:23:51-0800"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The expression of indifference or boredom has gained a place in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226938468_0" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Collins English Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after generating a surprising amount of enthusiasm among lexicographers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Publisher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226938468_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HarperCollins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;announced Monday the word had been chosen from terms suggested by the public for inclusion in the dictionary's 30th anniversary edition, to be published next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The origins of "meh" are murky, but the term grew in popularity after being used in a 2001 episode of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226938468_2" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" in which Homer suggests a day trip to his children Bart and Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nsKUPjMqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V4y7AC0cAjw/s1600/family7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nsKUPjMqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V4y7AC0cAjw/s200/family7.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They both just reply 'meh' and keep watching TV," said Cormac McKeown, head of content at Collins Dictionaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The dictionary defines&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"meh" as an expression of indifference or boredom, or an adjective meaning mediocre or boring.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Examples given by the dictionary include "the Canadian election was so meh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The dictionary's compilers said the word originated in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226938468_3" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;North America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, spread through the Internet and was now entering British&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226938468_4" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;spoken English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"This is a new interjection from the U.S. that seems to have inveigled its way into common speech over here," McKeown said. "Internet forums and e-mail are playing a big part in formalizing the spellings of vocal interjections like these. A couple of other examples would be 'hmm' and 'heh.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Meh" was selected by Collins after it asked people to submit words they use in conversation that are not in the dictionary. Other suggestions included jargonaut, a fan of jargon; frenemy, an enemy disguised as a friend; and huggles, a hybrid of hugs and snuggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nsqlkkAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yRafYcPAwg8/s1600/simpsons2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nsqlkkAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yRafYcPAwg8/s320/simpsons2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5626750441455510607?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5626750441455510607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5626750441455510607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5626750441455510607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-meh.html' title='All About &quot;MEH&quot;'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nrf31rdPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2AnGellT1mw/s72-c/Simpsons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8300323748921654299</id><published>2010-03-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:34:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Cycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;by: Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span id="more-21" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let things go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Release them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Detach yourself from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-8300323748921654299?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8300323748921654299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/closing-cycles_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8300323748921654299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8300323748921654299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/closing-cycles_24.html' title='Closing Cycles'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-521156502579990486</id><published>2010-03-24T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:14:54.766+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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nJ8M83URI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9IylzRrDz6Y/s1600/IMGP2176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nJ8M83URI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9IylzRrDz6Y/s320/IMGP2176.jpg" width="320" /&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/2853570067377089622-521156502579990486?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/521156502579990486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/521156502579990486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/521156502579990486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S6nJ8M83URI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9IylzRrDz6Y/s72-c/IMGP2176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8748498592391757106</id><published>2010-03-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:56:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Random things that happened today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;[Note: I feel like blogging but my braincells are quite drained already.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. Ooh! I have experienced sleeping on super hard benches. Define sleep. Sleep = closed eyes while breathing. My head, butt, and back hurt so badly but yeah, it's alright. I still got to "sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. Tito Ardee, Tita Gemma, and Mommy Pearl came over this morn. It was nice to see them. Talked about the most random things in life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3. Ate Marissa and Mother Sumi came over! I love them. Super. Talk about support and encouragement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. Oooh! My sisters came over. Delia, Jong, Mona, and Mira were here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5. Denmarc preached. It was his first time to do a necrological sermon. :) I truly praise God for him. And he didn't talk about Lazarus, which was an added bonus since he didn't speak of the "USUAL" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;6. Mav, Joni, and Paulo came over! Good friends are hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;7. Mene sent flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;8. Magoo and Marge were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;9. Jabba and Joses came too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;10. Tita Arlene, Franz, and Nesa came to show their support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;11. Tito Cesar, Tita Butching, Jek, Jia and Jyl came.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;12. Ptr. Larry and tita Nida showed their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;13. Dra. Susan came with Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I had a really LONG DAY. But I enjoyed knowing that I've got friends who loves me and cares for me so much.&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/2853570067377089622-8748498592391757106?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8748498592391757106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8748498592391757106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8748498592391757106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-612509471052773963</id><published>2010-03-18T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:23:42.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, at around 3:37pm today, March 18, Nanay breathed her last breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-612509471052773963?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/612509471052773963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/612509471052773963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/612509471052773963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5473612296002422568</id><published>2010-03-18T07:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:20:49.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have seen nanay's eyes constrict. I have seen her gasp for air. I know it's anytime soon. I'm not scared... I'm sad. I'm not lamenting though. I'm sad because I know I'm letting go real soon. I have witnessed how she tried to hold on to her life. I have seen her how to fight so hard for her life. I know she wants to stay. I know she wants to stay true to her promise that she'll walk with me on my wedding day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am ready to let go. I am ready to let go... I think. May God give me the strength to let go of her. May God make me selfless enough so I could stop holding on to my grandmother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock. - Psalm 27: 4-5&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-5473612296002422568?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5473612296002422568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5473612296002422568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5473612296002422568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-death.html' title='On Death'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6764853845088156708</id><published>2010-03-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:03:53.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"We're getting closer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;but we're still so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You've got me running in circles again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;~ Maddie Kthx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-6764853845088156708?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6764853845088156708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6764853845088156708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6764853845088156708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-381013936229778318</id><published>2010-03-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:58:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Time check -- it's officially 11:42 pm. I'm in the middle of studying my Bible when I felt compelled to take a break from reading. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I think that God's Word is boring. I just needed a break from reading all the words. Breather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, I instinctively went to my Facebook account to check a few updates and then I came across his name. I guess my subliminal's making me check my account to find out if he went online or not. Luckily, he did. And guess what I'm doing now. I'm taking chances. Here I am, hoping that he'd at least say something to me! I'd be more than happy to hear a simple hello from him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, it's 3 minutes before 12mn. I'm only giving myself until then to sort of wait for him to make his presence be known to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will he or will he not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel pathetic doing this. It's a bit high school-ish... but then again,it's not bad to entertain the child in you every now and then, right?? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-381013936229778318?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/381013936229778318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/staying-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/381013936229778318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/381013936229778318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/staying-up.html' title='Staying Up'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-1761518027510840931</id><published>2010-03-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:25:43.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Perception and Visualization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5y4B-v3UOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-MHWxnLwemM/s1600-h/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5y4B-v3UOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-MHWxnLwemM/s200/Desktop.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Someone said that most people are visual. So it'll be good to see in pictures the things that you would want to achieve. It somehow gives you a clearer view of your intangible hopes, dreams and yeah, wishes are included too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm taking a break from my chores, I decided to work on this one. :) That's it for now. Toodles! :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-1761518027510840931?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/1761518027510840931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-perception-and-visualization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1761518027510840931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/1761518027510840931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-perception-and-visualization.html' title='Of Perception and Visualization'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5y4B-v3UOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-MHWxnLwemM/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6514139551673684366</id><published>2010-03-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:43:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt from Rob Bell's Sex God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You don’t need a man by your side to validate you as a woman. You already are loved and valued. You’re good enough exactly as you are. Do you believe this? Because it’s true. You have limitless worth and value. If you embrace this truth, it will affect every area of life, expecially your relationship with men. You are worthy dying for. Your worth does not come from your body, your mind, your work, what you produce, what you put out, how much money you make. your worth does not come from whether or not you have a man. Your worth does not come from whether or not men notice you. You have inestimable worth that comes from your creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You will continue to be tempted in a thousand different ways not to believe this. The temptation will be to go searching for your worth and validity from places other than your creator. Especially from men. But you don’t have to give yourself away to earn a man’s love. You’re better than that. You’re already loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When you give too much of yourself away too quickly, when you show too much skin, you’re not being true to yourself. When you dress to show us everything, then in some sense we have all shared in it, or at least been exposed to it. There is a mystery to you, infinite depth and endless complexity. As the woman says in Song of Songs, “My own vineyard is mine to give”. In the ancient Near East, a vineyard was a euphemism for sexuality. She is saying that she doesn’t give herself to just anyone. She is fully in control of herself, and she is not cheap and she is not easy. Your strength is a beautiful thing. And when you live in it, when you carry yourself with the honor and dignity that are yours, it forces the men around you to relate to you on more than just a flesh level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You are worth dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you’re dating someone, what kind of man is he? Does he demonstrate that he’s the kind of man who would die for you? What is his posture toward the world? Does he serve, or is he waiting to be served? Does he believe that he’s owed something, that he’s been shortchanged, that he’s gotten the short end of the stick, that life owes him something? Or is he out to see what he can give? Does he see himself as being here to make the world a better place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;These are the big questions that you need to ask yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Take him to a family reunion. Do some sort of service project with him. See how he interacts with people he doesn’t like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Does he have liquid agape running through his veins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;when a woman is loved well, she opens up like a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What does he expect of you? Does he expect you to sleep with him when he hasn’t committed to you forever? Does he want all of you without his having to give all of him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can you tell him anything? Is he safe? Can he be trusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can you open up to him, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, knowing that he will protect, not exploit, that vulnerability? Are you opening up like a flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6514139551673684366?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6514139551673684366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/excerpt-from-rob-bells-sex-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6514139551673684366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6514139551673684366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/excerpt-from-rob-bells-sex-god.html' title='An Excerpt from Rob Bell&apos;s Sex God'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7623868380363244579</id><published>2010-03-13T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:33:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"When everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;seems to be going against you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;R E M E M B E R&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it."&lt;/span&gt;&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/2853570067377089622-7623868380363244579?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7623868380363244579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-seems-to-be-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7623868380363244579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7623868380363244579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-seems-to-be-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3806887445421801697</id><published>2010-03-13T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:26:45.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flicks and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;The night my brother, Rej, was packing his luggage to prepare for his departure back to where he belongs, Timothy and I were messing with him as we both comfortably sat on the couch with Tim checking his mails and searching for stuff while I was doing..nothing. I was seriously bugging the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5tWVvbMwqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hCPvPzlHq98/s1600-h/themillionairesfirstloveaz2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5tWVvbMwqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hCPvPzlHq98/s200/themillionairesfirstloveaz2.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for some reason, Timothy and I ended up talking about movies and he made me watch this - &lt;u&gt;A Millionaire's First Love&lt;/u&gt;. He was telling me to get ready because this movie will definitely bring me to tears. Given that I have the tendency to oppose whatever Tim says, I instinctively told him that, &lt;i&gt;"no, I'm not going to cry over some cheesy Korean film." &lt;/i&gt;Well, well... boy, I was wrong!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;The movie is about this typical rich brat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Jae-kyung. He's rich, arrogant, and has no goal in life. He's bound to inherit his grandfather's fortune when he turns 18. However, it came to him as a surprise when he found out the conditions of his grandfather's last will and testament -- to leave everything behind and transfer to a new school in Gangwondo, which was set in the middle of nowhere, and graduate there. Until then, he is stripped of so many privileges such as access to his penthouse and cottage and his credit card has been canceled. Should he fail or drops out, he forfeits the opportunity to enjoy what's supposed to be his. With not much of a choice, he heads out to that small town in the countryside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Shortly after settling into his new humble abode, he meets Eun-whan who happened to run into him back in Seoul. They didn't really hit it off. He's just too arrogant and "cool" for school while she's the ever-positive person who sees hope for him and sets out to make him realize that it's not too late to change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Just like any other love story, they became close, and thanks to so many coincidences, school projects and mishaps, they learned more about each other. One time, during a play rehearsal at school, Jae-kyung notices that the plot of the play is like that of his life. His parents died at an early age leaving him in an orphanage. There his grandfather found him and adopted him to what he calls his home now. At the orphanage, he left his childhood friend, Eun-whan who was an orphan herself, a promise. He made a vow to return to her however, Jae-kyung has forgotten this. With this, Jae-kyung approached one of the staff of the play to ask who the author of the play was. It came to him as a shock to find out that it was Eun-whan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;If one thinks that everything goes well from here, sorry but this was just the beginning. Their joy would not last so long since her health condition will eventually challenge the integrity and level of commitment in their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;How far can you go for the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give up or keep loving him or her no matter what comes your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Nothing is more important than the true love of your heart." &lt;/i&gt;-- how true is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I guess at the end of it all, it's nice to be reminded that what we have here in life are all but fleeting &amp;nbsp;moments. We always have to make the most out of it. This further reminds me of what my youngest bro keeps playing on my iPod:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You only got 86,400 seconds in a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To turn it all around or to throw it all away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;while we got the chance to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gotta Live Like We're Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Tell the One you love that you love them before it's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;~ oOo ~&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-3806887445421801697?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3806887445421801697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/flicks-and-tears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3806887445421801697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3806887445421801697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/flicks-and-tears.html' title='Flicks and Tears'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5tWVvbMwqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hCPvPzlHq98/s72-c/themillionairesfirstloveaz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4519315741343619643</id><published>2010-03-13T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:09:07.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk Tsk Tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My impulse has caused me to be foolish. The excitement to do things without giving it much thought is now taking a toll on me. Adventure and thrill -- oh! How I love those! I love being in the midst of unusual circumstances and find my way out of it. The satisfaction I get is incomparable whenever I overcome and emerge victorious after my adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;However, this time, the way I am learning my lesson is not as thrilling as I hoped it would be. I have put myself in a situation where learning and figuring my way out is causing me so much troubles and headaches, for me and my parents. Yeah, I know, this is rubbish... foolishness... and reality bites, this is stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No one said that one must not be "too adventurous" nor one must limit thrill-seeking; but one must realize that being adventurous doesn't give anyone the right to be irrational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Great and wise our Lord is, He strategically placed our brains on top of our heads for a reason. Primarily we have to think first before we act. Everything we do, we must carefully consider all options and we have to listen to all our parents advices carefully. LISTEN, PROCESS, THINK, and ACT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's nothing much that I can do about it now. I gotta face the consequences of my foolish decisions and work hard to iron things out. As soon as I finish going through this character-forming circumstance, I will definitely be wiser in dealing and handling all my endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be wise even in seeking adventure and thrill in life....&lt;/b&gt;&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/2853570067377089622-4519315741343619643?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4519315741343619643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/tsk-tsk-tsk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4519315741343619643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4519315741343619643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk Tsk Tsk'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3390884589585784261</id><published>2010-03-11T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:03:17.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Wanna See Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a partial list of the places which I wanna see before I die. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Norway : Aurora Borealis                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dubai                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Barrier Reef                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singapore                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Wall of China                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jellyfish Lake, Palau                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Le Tour d'Eiffel                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walt Disney World, Florida                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sea World, Florida                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cape Town, South Africa                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney Opera House, Australia                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cambridge, UK                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venezia, Italy                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macau                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hong Kong                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaii                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris, France                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alaska                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bangkok, Thailand                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bora Bora, French Polynesia                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iceland&lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seoul, Korea                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mongolia                      &lt;span class="gend-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nepal                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3390884589585784261?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3390884589585784261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/places-i-wanna-see-before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3390884589585784261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3390884589585784261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/places-i-wanna-see-before-i-die.html' title='Places I Wanna See Before I Die'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2220032083269344663</id><published>2010-03-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:57:35.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have always loved the thrill of jumping into the world of the unknown. I love adventures and surprises. Well, I'm not getting any younger and somehow my parents have learned to trust me more. This year I am challenging myself to go further. So yeah, I'm traveling and pursuing my foreign job applications. I'll definitely go and explore all options if God approves of my desires. :) Part of me is anxious about it and a part of me is excited to find out what's in store for me. Weeeeeeeeeee! Oh, this is going to be a good, good year! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2220032083269344663?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2220032083269344663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/leap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2220032083269344663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2220032083269344663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/leap.html' title='Leap'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-688206002440608269</id><published>2010-03-08T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:51:17.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>00:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been weeks since I last heard from him. He just chose to go silent on me while I opted not to bother. After all, everyone needs some breathing room, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went home late tonight. Mom, John, and I got home past 9PM. I was exhausted. Somehow, I found myself wishing that he'd go online. I wanted to hear from him. Just when I was about to give up on that idea, he suddenly popped out of nowhere. I took a pause thinking of what to do next. It took me a minute to reply and say one word -- &lt;i&gt;"hi"&lt;/i&gt;. Our whole conversation was only 16 minutes long. Short, I know... but it was enough to put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss him. But what can I do? I can't exactly "bother" him. That would be so inconsiderate of me especially now that I know that he has issues which he needs to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, right now, I just want to share to the world that I feel complete. He completed my week. 16 minutes of hearing / reading his thoughts -- it's enough to put a smile on my face and it's enough to help me get through this toxic day ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope everything goes well today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing, it feels wonderful to be loved. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-688206002440608269?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/688206002440608269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/0011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/688206002440608269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/688206002440608269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/0011.html' title='00:11'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3604177097449034582</id><published>2010-03-08T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:08:37.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a given fact that we are not close. I repeat, we are NOT CLOSE. I greet you because our culture tells us that we must greet the elders as a sign of "respect". I greeted you earlier simply to comply with my social obligations. That's it. Now that it has been established that I've got no founded relationship whatsoever with you, let me proceed to my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's funny how gossip circles around the society. It's so juicy that people, both men and women, find it difficult to avoid. Did it ever occur to them that so much of their time is wast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ed just by listening to gossip? What more&amp;nbsp;if they spread it around? It's either I'm just too disconnected with the world that I don't care about gossip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight, I gotta admit that it annoyed me when I heard this old woman tell me of my dad's schedule. So what if dad's out the country? So what if she wants me to know that she&amp;nbsp; knows a lot about my family? Who cares? By the time I end this blog, that thought is something which I've forgotten about. As for her, what purpose will it serve her? Will it make her rich, wiser or spiritually mature? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talk about wasted time! If only she was wiser, instead of gossiping about my family, she could have enriched her soul by knowing more about the Lord, helping others out, or expending her energy on meaningful recreational activities. I honestly find her pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's supposed to be a Christian! How come she acts so foolishly??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At the end of it all, one thing's sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she is a &lt;b&gt;CERTIFIED GOSSIP GIRL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can someone please give her a trophy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3604177097449034582?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3604177097449034582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3604177097449034582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3604177097449034582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6871719298350920340</id><published>2010-03-07T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:43:27.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding God's Perfect Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have almost forgotten what I have been praying for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KuXyCHmII/AAAAAAAAADw/yDUKlew9Mj4/s1600-h/what-is-cost-cutting-dating--55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KuXyCHmII/AAAAAAAAADw/yDUKlew9Mj4/s200/what-is-cost-cutting-dating--55.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's nice to be reminded of the qualities that I am looking for my future partner. It's not being idealistic. This is more my act of faith. I believe and trust the Lord that He'll lead me to the right man who will complement me in my inadequacies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here goes my list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. He has to be a &lt;b&gt;REAL MAN.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. He must be a &lt;b&gt;CHRISTIAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3. He must have a &lt;b&gt;SOUND MIND.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. He must be &lt;b&gt;MUSICALLY INCLINED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5. He must know how to &lt;b&gt;DANCE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;6. He must be &lt;b&gt;SMART.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;7. He must be &lt;b&gt;FUNNY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;8. He must be &lt;b&gt;VERY LOVING TO HIS FAMILY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;9. He must be a &lt;b&gt;GIVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;10. He must be &lt;b&gt;FULL OF PASSION IN LIFE &lt;/b&gt;regardless if what his working on is great or small.&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/2853570067377089622-6871719298350920340?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6871719298350920340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-gods-perfect-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6871719298350920340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6871719298350920340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-gods-perfect-choice.html' title='Finding God&apos;s Perfect Choice'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KuXyCHmII/AAAAAAAAADw/yDUKlew9Mj4/s72-c/what-is-cost-cutting-dating--55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2387114473000528072</id><published>2010-03-07T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:19:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deleted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KqUzN2f3I/AAAAAAAAADg/CnDpgqRUQkQ/s1600-h/delete_pc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KqUzN2f3I/AAAAAAAAADg/CnDpgqRUQkQ/s200/delete_pc.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Erased...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Communication gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tsss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pathetic me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;SMS sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Letting go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's not the time for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-2387114473000528072?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2387114473000528072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/deleted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2387114473000528072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2387114473000528072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5KqUzN2f3I/AAAAAAAAADg/CnDpgqRUQkQ/s72-c/delete_pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5811688605805706601</id><published>2010-03-06T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:20:28.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Artsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5JklDGLMwI/AAAAAAAAADY/7D1gpt2HX28/s1600-h/trial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5JklDGLMwI/AAAAAAAAADY/7D1gpt2HX28/s400/trial.jpg" width="400" /&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/2853570067377089622-5811688605805706601?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5811688605805706601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-artsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5811688605805706601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5811688605805706601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-artsy.html' title='Feeling Artsy'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5JklDGLMwI/AAAAAAAAADY/7D1gpt2HX28/s72-c/trial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6351564287052439597</id><published>2010-03-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:11:44.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULTITASKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5ILuHfVs5I/AAAAAAAAACs/oC_MZVFbL1s/s1600-h/clever-miss-multitask-lg-83513889.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/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5ILuHfVs5I/AAAAAAAAACs/oC_MZVFbL1s/s200/clever-miss-multitask-lg-83513889.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;According to my trustworthy Merriam-Webster, &lt;u&gt;multitasking&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;/mul-ti-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="unicode" style="font-size: 0.9em; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tas-kiŋ/ is the performance of multiple jobs at one time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up this afternoon and felt the urge to do this. Yeah, I know and so the famous adage goes, "&lt;i&gt;so little time so much to do.&lt;/i&gt;" That's precisely why I'm multitasking right now. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As I type my random blog here, I am currently downloading a movie, cleaning and clearing my phone memory by transferring files to this laptop, fixing my room and just removed all my clothes in my closet since it looked like a storm just hit my closet once again. So feeling all obsessive-compulsive at the moment, I am re-organizing my closet once more. After this, I'll attend to my work requirements and other responsibilities here at home. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So for now, toodles, guys! I'm going back to my work. ^_^&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/2853570067377089622-6351564287052439597?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6351564287052439597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/multitasking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6351564287052439597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6351564287052439597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/multitasking.html' title='MULTITASKING'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S5ILuHfVs5I/AAAAAAAAACs/oC_MZVFbL1s/s72-c/clever-miss-multitask-lg-83513889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6280480516442921714</id><published>2010-03-04T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:52:32.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S46Py5QqbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/h5wWxu-5oR4/s1600-h/ththththsebastianhee1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S46Py5QqbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/h5wWxu-5oR4/s320/ththththsebastianhee1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to Sebastian of The Little Mermaid, crabs somehow have this cutesy image to children. However, when grown-ups think of crabs, they often associate it with a delicious seafood or the negative attitude known as "THE CRAB MENTALITY".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Just a few minutes ago, while I was almost about to go into deep sleep, someone dear to me called up and woke me up. He shared to me a classic case of crab mentality. For those who have no inkling what crab mentality is all about, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;an interesting phenomenon which occurs in buckets of crabs. If one &lt;span class="yellowFade"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yellowFadeInnerSpan" style="position: relative;"&gt;crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attempts to escape from a bucket of live crabs, the other crabs will pull it back down, rather than allowing it to get free. Sometimes, the crabs seem almost malicious, waiting until the &lt;span class="yellowFade"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yellowFadeInnerSpan" style="position: relative;"&gt;crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has almost escaped before yanking it back into the pot. All of the crabs are undoubtedly aware of the fact that their fate is probably not going to be very pleasurable, so people are led to wonder why they pull each other back into the bucket, instead of congratulating the clever escape artist. When someone has a &lt;span class="yellowFade"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yellowFadeInnerSpan" style="position: relative;"&gt;crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yellowFade"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yellowFadeInnerSpan" style="position: relative;"&gt;mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it means that they are unwilling to allow someone to get out of a situation, or to get ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is so common to Filipinos. Because of pride, they don't want others to go ahead of them. What they do is to drag others down just so they could go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I honestly pity and hate people like these. What in the world is wrong with them??? Can't they just be happy for the one who is so close to achieving their goals? If they are so envious of that achiever, why don't they just work hard to achieve their own goals rather than exert and waste their energy and efforts on pulling others down?! Man, they are just so PATHETIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This guy who messed up with my dear friend was supposed to be someone mature and wise. I have looked up to him with a certain degree of respect and now that he has created so much troubles and intrigues, I can't help but remove whatever is left of my respect for him! I'm sorry but I find it so un-manly of him to do this. If he can't accept the fact that others are better than him or that others deserve better employment benefits than him, then why won't he protest to his boss or work harder so that he'd get whatever benefits that he thinks he deserve to enjoy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I pity this guy's friends. I bet in time this guy will all bring him down. I hate the idea that he's simply using all his friends to reach his goals - whatever those goals may be. I can't believe that people use others just so they could really reach that certain pedestal that they're aiming to hold. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am mad. So mad that I want to seriously confront the guy to be man enough to face life and work hard to reach his dreams. If only my dear friend won't be affected with my actions, I would have done that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;May the Lord forgive me for the anger I'm feeling towards this person. Yeah, don't worry..it's not like as if I'd plot a revenge against him. I leave that up to the Lord's. I just had to let this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To those who'd be able to read this, know that CRAB MENTALITY may be an easy way to reach your goals but it'll take a toll on you soon. Our God is fair and just. In time, you'll go down for you did not work hard for that goal and you've stepped on so many people just so you could reach that pedestal you've been dreaming for. When God rebukes you, I pray that it will be the kind of rebuke wherein you'll also feel the pain that your friends went through. In that way, you'll never take others for granted and that you'd start thinking twice before you step on your next victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mContent" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I hate crabs for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6280480516442921714?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6280480516442921714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/crab-mentality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6280480516442921714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6280480516442921714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/crab-mentality.html' title='Crab Mentality'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S46Py5QqbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/h5wWxu-5oR4/s72-c/ththththsebastianhee1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5517687149732265954</id><published>2010-03-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:10:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fatigue and lack of sleep finally took a toll on me. I woke up with a terrible migraine and fever. :( Horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I'm home alone now. Resting. Woke up past 1pm. I feel better now. Not too well but at least I'm better compared to how I felt this morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This whole sickness makes me feel so pensive and down. Did I ever mention that I hate the idea of getting sick? Well, being stuck at home and not being productive simply do not appeal to me. My mind is actually telling my body to get well soon because I have so many things to do. However, my body is already complaining because it lacks the energy it needs to operate properly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel dizzy again. Yeah and my heads beginning to feel heavy. Tsss! See, this is why I hate getting sick. Anyway, yeah...so much for ranting. I better head back to sleep again. :( Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5517687149732265954?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5517687149732265954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5517687149732265954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5517687149732265954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3745423185222828852</id><published>2010-03-03T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:54:56.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a Cup of Starbucks Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S44HjAQyI3I/AAAAAAAAACU/BUgUqUxMh0Y/s1600-h/starbucks+truth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S44HjAQyI3I/AAAAAAAAACU/BUgUqUxMh0Y/s320/starbucks+truth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agree or disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3745423185222828852?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3745423185222828852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-cup-of-starbucks-coffee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3745423185222828852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3745423185222828852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-cup-of-starbucks-coffee.html' title='Over a Cup of Starbucks Coffee'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S44HjAQyI3I/AAAAAAAAACU/BUgUqUxMh0Y/s72-c/starbucks+truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5059071912530299176</id><published>2010-03-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:32:40.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's now 12:30am. Aside from the fact that I just finished packing dad's suitcases and travel bags, I'm actually waiting for someone. It has been days since we last talked and I just miss hearing from him. Yeah, I know I'm acting like a fool, waiting and wishing he'd go online. Oh well, I dunno! But I just wanna hear from him. Oh well... that's it. I just had to let that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5059071912530299176?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5059071912530299176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5059071912530299176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5059071912530299176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-4169793381484161343</id><published>2010-02-27T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:03:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Lethargic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's now 2:50 am to be exact. I'm exhausted, but I'm still awake. I could be up and go on like this until morning and go about my task if I want to. Yeah, for some reason, I could do that.. NOT SLEEP at all for a day! But that usually happens when I've got so many things in mind, or I've got deadlines to meet, or I gotta be up for someone who needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How do I do it? I don't know! It comes naturally. Don't worry! I'm no addict, &amp;nbsp;have never tried it and have no intentions of trying it. :)) It's all a matter of making a decision and acting on it. Once I've made up my mind to stay up late, my mind tells my body to just keep awake and that's it! Along with good music to listen to or good movie to watch or good book to read, I could be awake the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For today however, I have no plans of staying up awake until the sun rises. So yeah, I'm off to dreamland now. Toodles! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-4169793381484161343?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/4169793381484161343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/non-lethargic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4169793381484161343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/4169793381484161343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/non-lethargic.html' title='Non-Lethargic'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-744114879915678542</id><published>2010-02-27T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:47:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Even the strongest woman feels the need to be taken care of sometimes.&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-744114879915678542?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/744114879915678542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-strongest-woman-feels-need-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/744114879915678542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/744114879915678542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-strongest-woman-feels-need-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5796730925063226469</id><published>2010-02-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:43:34.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Furious Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The spiritual war has brought us pain, fear, and doubt, but there's One who continues to fight for us... and He is our &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, our &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, our &lt;i&gt;Father&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/2853570067377089622-5796730925063226469?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5796730925063226469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-furious-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5796730925063226469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5796730925063226469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-furious-love.html' title='On Furious Love'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2158438496948187455</id><published>2010-02-25T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:39:43.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea and Sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4aJ04bMBYI/AAAAAAAAACM/xzWQARccAFg/s1600-h/800px-Sa_cardamom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4aJ04bMBYI/AAAAAAAAACM/xzWQARccAFg/s200/800px-Sa_cardamom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love the scent of cardamom! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I seriously never knew that such spice ever existed until my brother's friend came over and made curry for the family. I thought it was just an ordinary spice but to my amazement, my friend added it to the milk tea which he made! I can't explain how it tastes like. All I know is that it's good! It's really good. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm drinking hot tea right now. Like whoa, right? Yeah, I've changed! I can now drink HOT tea. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm trying to apply what Tim taught me. However, to my dismay, my tea tastes horrible. This is the second one that I've made and so far, it tastes so far from what Tim made me drink! :( Totally incomparable. He makes good milk tea while I'm beginning to think that I'm creating poison! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If all else fails, I'm dragging Timothy out of Seoul and I'll bring him back here to the Philippines so I could drink some hot milk tea again. Oh, I'm pathetic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Give me some of Tim's tea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;... and sympathy &amp;nbsp;:(&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/2853570067377089622-2158438496948187455?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2158438496948187455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-and-sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2158438496948187455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2158438496948187455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-and-sympathy.html' title='Tea and Sympathy'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4aJ04bMBYI/AAAAAAAAACM/xzWQARccAFg/s72-c/800px-Sa_cardamom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-3000124540361832298</id><published>2010-02-25T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:08:00.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>There are no hopeless situations, only people who have grown hopeless about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~¤~&lt;br /&gt;Random thought while I'm in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-3000124540361832298?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/3000124540361832298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3000124540361832298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/3000124540361832298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-7248577376825388463</id><published>2010-02-25T06:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:40:26.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely, Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4Wg9m5PS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y2Dn8KFrYtw/s1600-h/97930717v9_480x480_Front_Color-Black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4Wg9m5PS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y2Dn8KFrYtw/s200/97930717v9_480x480_Front_Color-Black.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is why I love penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4Whfjr-G8I/AAAAAAAAACE/dvn5OsS7xVY/s1600-h/def3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4Whfjr-G8I/AAAAAAAAACE/dvn5OsS7xVY/s200/def3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;From the movie, &lt;i&gt;Definitely Maybe:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maya: I love penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6600cc;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Emily: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Me three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: &lt;b&gt;Did you know that a penguin's mate is for life? &lt;/b&gt;The husband and wife penguins separate because of their migraine patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Migratory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes they're apart for years but they almost always find each other...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2853570067377089622-7248577376825388463?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/7248577376825388463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/definitely-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7248577376825388463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/7248577376825388463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/definitely-maybe.html' title='Definitely, Maybe'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy9419RK4kU/S4Wg9m5PS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y2Dn8KFrYtw/s72-c/97930717v9_480x480_Front_Color-Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-6154629685777824001</id><published>2010-02-25T05:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:41:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was reading my Bible when my phone rang and as I checked it, I saw that it was "The One", this guy whom I have been infatuated to for about 3 years now. "The One" is the epitome of the character trait, patience, in my life. It took 1 year before he formally introduced himself to me at a convention, where he got my passport, snatched my mobile phone, and saved his his number. The whole thing was definitely hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And so he called but since I was in the middle of my intense reading, I just turned my phone on silent mode, waited for him to hang up, and I sent him a message, "Doing my devotions now. Good night." Then, the idea of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;came to my mind once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Patience is one character trait that I am scared to learn for it means enduring something which entails waiting, waiting, and waiting for a period of time. Patience is not developed &amp;nbsp;with a blink of an eye nor could it be acquired overnight. The whole time element is something that I'm trying to avoid since I feel like there is just so many things to do; and learning this trait would require being passive every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Patience as defined by the ever-trusty &amp;nbsp;Merriam-Webster as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;the ability to&amp;nbsp;bear pains or trials calmly or without complaint&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;forbearance under provocation or strain&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;attitude of&amp;nbsp;not hasty or impetuous&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;steadfast despite opposition, difficulty, or adversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note the terms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;bear, trials, pains, calmly, forbearance, provocation, strain, hasty, impetuous, steadfast, opposition, difficulty, adversity&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;These are the elements of patience. Patience would be incomplete without trials, pains, provocations, strains, arguments...oh name it, patience got all the negative stuff out here! These are the exact things why I am scared to learn the character trait, patience. I know for a fact that even though I'd reach the age of 100, I still wouldn't have perfected this trait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In one of my random bonding sessions with my dad, we were talking about &lt;i&gt;learning patience.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I told him that I think I'd rather learn more about love, kindness, and all the other character traits, just not patience. Not yet at the least because it might take forever for me to learn it. Then he goes, "You are not alone. Take Abraham, for instance. Abraham was already 100 years old before he had a son. Moses patiently dealt with the Israelites as they were journeying to Canaan. Note that it took 40 years for the Israelites to reach Canaan with Joshua. Patience takes time." Thinking of all the things that they've gone through as they learned about patience makes me want to sigh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Going through life, no matter how much I hate to deal with it, patience will be demanded of me. Being a Christian, an ambassador of Christ, it is a must to exemplify patience for others see Christ in you and me. So, today, I choose to put an end to my ranting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously now, I choose to follow for it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Be still before the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and wait patiently for him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fret not yourself over the one who prospers in his way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over the man who carries out evil devices! - Psalm 37: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I waited patiently for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he inclined to me and heard my cry. - Psalm 40:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;but they who wait for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;shall renew their strength;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they shall mount up with wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;they shall run and not be weary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they shall walk and not faint. - Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be patient in learning what PATIENCE is all about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-6154629685777824001?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/6154629685777824001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6154629685777824001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/6154629685777824001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-8903159704554356147</id><published>2010-02-23T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:18:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouded</title><content type='html'>It's cloudy outside. It's neither drizzling nor is there any hint of sunlight. I'm a bit pensive, kind of melancholic, but I'm trying to push the feeling aside. I feel like something's missing but I'm trying not to dwell on it. What's going on with me? I hate the feeling. I must rise above and overcome. All I need is a glimpse of the sun. I need the sun to literally and figuratively brighten my day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-8903159704554356147?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/8903159704554356147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/clouded.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8903159704554356147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/8903159704554356147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/clouded.html' title='Clouded'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-2358399531390349749</id><published>2010-02-21T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:01:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's exactly 4:44am. Here I am in my room, having my laptop as my only source of illumination in this dark room. Everything is so still at the moment. I could hear my seashells chime on top of my head. I could hear John Rae's fan from the other room. Unbelievably, our three dogs are absolutely quiet today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, reality sets in for me, my family, Rej, and most likely Rej's friends as well. I guess they have made so much impact in my life that I feel so affected that they have gone back to where they should really be. I went around the house a while ago. I can't help but imagine how Bajji and Tsende used to slump in the couch watching TV, how Rej used to sit behind them to use his laptop. Then, Tash...Tash comes to the picture asking Rej for permission to use the laptop so she could either upload the pics or message her Ted. Seng San is often in my room either contemplating on something or maybe resting. Thiu, my fishee, on the other hand is either scouting for tea or he could be upstairs watching a movie from his laptop or chatting with someone. Timothy... how could I ever forget that guy who has probably become more hopeless watching me eat sweet foods! *hahaha* Timothy is usually in the kitchen preparing bitter herbs or curry for dinner, if not, he's with the gang in front of the TV, doing some crazy antics and making everybody laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sadly, beginning today, I will no longer see their shadows in this house. Today, I will face life again. The only difference I guess is that I've gained a different perspective in how I see it and the influence of these people on me will definitely take a toll on me. This day of moving on will really be marked with change, change, and yeah...more changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will forever be grateful to the Lord for this opportunity to meet people of different personalities. Although part of the sad reality was the parting of ways, I could never deny the fact that meeting them was really the best part of it. Life goes on. We meet people, enjoy their company, and eventually let go. But nothing could ever change the fact, that my life turned around that day I met my brother's friends....&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/2853570067377089622-2358399531390349749?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/2358399531390349749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2358399531390349749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/2358399531390349749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853570067377089622.post-5754946346631139347</id><published>2010-02-20T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:04:49.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Came To Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Every good thing will have an ending. Yes, so finally, my brother's 2 1/2 week vacation here in the Philippines has finally ended. It was one rollercoaster ride for the family. It was hectic yet well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be feeling this way but I seriously can't help but feel sad. I guess I'll be missing having my brother around. On top of that, I'll be missing having his crazy friends around as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have made my 27th birthday a really special one and I will never forget that. I feel like something is missing in my life now. And as much as I try my best not to cry, I can't help it but let the tears fall. I just can't stop it. I guess I'm not really good at letting go. Once I get attached to someone, I cling on to them and somehow wish that we'll always be together. :( I just feel sad that this whole thing has to end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Rej already... I am missing him and his friends. As to when we'll see each other again, no one knows. Will we ever have another opportunity like this?  No one can tell. I hope someday... we'd be able to spend more times like this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I gotta go back to reality and go my own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853570067377089622-5754946346631139347?l=jamieorila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/feeds/5754946346631139347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-came-to-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5754946346631139347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853570067377089622/posts/default/5754946346631139347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieorila.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-came-to-pass.html' title='It Came To Pass'/><author><name>Jamie Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mkOuPa18-I/TmS3uGosedI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApkGtsft2ek/s220/just%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
