<?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-4000053858042777838</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:52.872-08:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='pablo neruda'/><category term='movie reviewer'/><category term='tv review'/><category term='food'/><category term='smoothie'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='family'/><category term='coffee shop'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='online gaming'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='complaint'/><title type='text'>MOONsheLL</title><subtitle type='html'>if you wanna know how moonshell came to be, you might as well read the book.  If you are an Atenean, you are familiar with THE ENDURING QUESTIONS.  Then you'll figure out what moonshell is. The best part though, my nickname is SHEL.
in case you were wondering, my web address should have been MOONSHELL, but its no longer available..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-7960284124205461413</id><published>2009-06-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:57:51.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in your life when you realize:&lt;br /&gt;Who matters&lt;br /&gt;Who never did&lt;br /&gt;Who won't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;And who always will.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry about people from your past,there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.&lt;br /&gt;Although my email is also a source of trash and crappy stuff (specifically the Spam Messages), there's a particular email that gave me this inspiring words.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i had to choose a new path for myself, a decision that took me half a year to conclude.  With every crossroad, i had to leave things behind, things that once meant a lot to me. But there are things that i continue to treasure, and yes, they will become part of my future.  I understand that this can be a one-way dedication, i can make them a part of my future, but they may not want to be part of it.  And like the saying goes, i will not fret for there is a reason.  With this, i am recognizing that my past is an essential part of me and i thank everything and everyone who has been a part of it.  I never regret the paths i chose to take, for they are products of spiritual discernment and personal convictions.  So thank you to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Live.Love.Learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-7960284124205461413?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/7960284124205461413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=7960284124205461413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7960284124205461413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7960284124205461413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-8375322736977555161</id><published>2009-06-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:59:16.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SAFE HAVEN FOR VICTIMS "Informed Choice is the Right Choice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Anti-Trafficking in Persons Act of 2003, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.A. No. 9208, is a consolidation of Senate Bill No. 2444 and House Bill No. 4432. It was enacted and passed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Congress of the Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congress_of_the_Philippines"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congress of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Senate of the Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senate_of_the_Philippines"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Senate of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="House of Representatives of the Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Representatives_of_the_Philippines"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;House of Representatives of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="12th Congress of the Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12th_Congress_of_the_Philippines"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Congress of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, 2001-2004) assembled on May 12, 2003 and signed into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="List of Philippine laws" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Philippine_laws"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;List of Philippine laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) by President &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloria_Macapagal-Arroyo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gloria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macapagal&lt;/span&gt;-Arroyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on May 26, 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It institutes policies to eliminate and punish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Human trafficking" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;human trafficking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Women" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Children" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, establishing the necessary institutional mechanisms for the protection and support of trafficked persons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It aims "to promote human dignity, protect the people from any threat of violence and exploitation, and mitigate pressures for involuntary migration and servitude of persons, not only to support trafficked persons but more importantly, to ensure their recovery, rehabilitation and reintegration into the mainstream of society."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.A. 9208 made the Philippines one of the few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Asia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; countries in Asia that have enacted an anti-trafficking legislation. The law establishes an Inter-Agency Council Against Trafficking (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IACAT&lt;/span&gt;), first chaired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Raul M. Gonzalez" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raul_M._Gonzalez"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Raul M. Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and composed of government agencies, non-government organizations and other civic organizations for the effective formulation of a comprehensive and integrated program to prevent and suppress the trafficking in persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In support to this, the Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Welfare&lt;/span&gt; Code of Davao City states;&lt;br /&gt;“Section 8. Child Trafficking. Any person who shall engage in trading and dealing with children including, but not limited to, the act of buying and selling of a child for money, or for any other consideration, or barter, shall suffer the penalty as prescribed in Article IV of the Republic Act No. 7610.&lt;br /&gt;Section 9. Attempt to Commit Child Trafficking. There is an attempt to commit child trafficking under section 6 of this ordinance:&lt;br /&gt;a) When a child below 15 years old travels alone to or from Davao City without valid reason therefore and without clearance issued by the Davao City Special Office for Children’s Concerns (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DCSOCC&lt;/span&gt;) or written permit or justification from the child’s parents or legal guardians;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thus, the Local Ordinance stipulates that those traveling minors who are 15 years old and below should provide a Travel permit (clearance) issued by the City Social Services and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; Office (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSSDO&lt;/span&gt; in lieu of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DCSOCC&lt;/span&gt;); this is a local policy instituted to curb trafficking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In our fight to combat Trafficking in Persons, the City even have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DCIACAT&lt;/span&gt; (Davao City Inter Agency Council Against Trafficking) and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;RIACAT&lt;/span&gt; (Regional Inter Agency Council Against Trafficking). To date, municipalities has also formed their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MIACATs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NGO&lt;/span&gt; (Non Government Organization) is also combating this "modern day slavery" phenomenon by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;establishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;safe houses&lt;/span&gt; in major seaports along with its partner the Philippine Ports Authority. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;safe houses&lt;/span&gt; serve as a safe haven for trafficked victims wherein Rights-Based, Child Protection and Participation Approach and Gender-Sensitive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Policies&lt;/span&gt; are instituted. The Halfway Houses are duly accredited by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;DSWD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;safe house&lt;/span&gt; is a Temporary Shelter that provides Informational Assistance, accepts Referral of Cases, installed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hotline&lt;/span&gt; Counseling and recognizes that Outreaches, Training and Advocacy are indispensable mechanisms in our goal to empower all stakeholders in battling these traffickers who demeans and disregards human rights and human dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halfway House accepts referrals from the Port Partners and Anti-Trafficking Networks . In Davao City, the traveling minors and/or traveling individuals who have bogus/inappropriate/lacking document and or trafficked individuals are referred to the safehouse for sheltering and safekeeping wherein they are provided with Information, Counseling and Life Skills Enhancement Activities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trafficked victims are forced into slave-like conditions, they have no choice when they are trafficked, they are caught in the web of individuals who take advantage of people who are finding work for economic subsistence. They are lured, deceieved, and manipulated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Visayan&lt;/span&gt; Forum Foundation, as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;NGO&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;helps in providing services, protection, and provide information to women and children stranded in the port. In general VF has the high hope that the intervention of the different individual and stakeholder groups in the port community could contribute positively in the fight against trafficking in persons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let me tell you, when you see someone putting their head inside a Lion's mouth, would you walk away or pull that person to safety? Because what we do, is save people, intervene, empower them to make the right choices, and uphold human rights at all cost! THAT IS DEVELOPMENTAL WORK! NGO workers have been rallying for the welfare of the marginalized, the poor, and the oppressed let us not be incompetent in our understanding of our contribution to the protection of our fellow humans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time we take a stand and join our WAR AGAINST HUMAN TRAFFICKING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-8375322736977555161?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/8375322736977555161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=8375322736977555161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8375322736977555161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8375322736977555161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2009/06/anti-trafficking-in-persons-act-of-2003.html' title='A SAFE HAVEN FOR VICTIMS &quot;Informed Choice is the Right Choice&quot;'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-7548113935668658391</id><published>2009-02-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:37:04.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle</title><content type='html'>Its the love month!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since i wrote something here.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much on my mind-not worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;it has been 5 months, oh how time pass by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed pretty much, except i gained a lot of weight--i thinK.&lt;br /&gt;So what is with the title?  I didn't write that of course, i would have been too smart if i formulated that!   Indeed, i think its sadistically witty.  I guess it solidifies our belief that we can survive after a break-up.  I can't say that someone has ever broken up with me, not technically anyway, but i guess i have my turn of enduring pain from the attraction of the opposite sex that turned out unexpectedly.  In the end though, pain can be very overwhelming, overpowering, but in the end, we always have a choice! and i choose to not wallow in the superficiality of my human desires!  We can always move on...after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-7548113935668658391?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/7548113935668658391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=7548113935668658391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7548113935668658391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7548113935668658391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-needs-man-like-fish-needs-bicycle.html' title='A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-6576450222370437807</id><published>2008-09-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:11:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makati vs Makati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbU8yZ-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4nxoiZtA2JY/s1600-h/109982247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manila Peninsula&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbfsjqqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fyLE8E_E2FY/s1600-h/648861633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723701763582626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbfsjqqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fyLE8E_E2FY/s400/648861633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Atop the Citibank Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbvPhp3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-0_1-4Fp_RE/s1600-h/citibank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723705936783218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbvPhp3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-0_1-4Fp_RE/s400/citibank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbklPvpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RqXjNEhosIY/s1600-h/citibank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723703075094162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbklPvpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RqXjNEhosIY/s400/citibank2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consuelo Foundation&lt;br /&gt;Formerly known as the Children and Youth Foundation of the Philippines, The Consuelo Foundation is an indigenous Philippine foundation seeking to help improve the welfare and prospects of Filipino children and youth. - &lt;a href="http://danilozuno.tripod.com/ConsueloFoundation.htm"&gt;http://danilozuno.tripod.com/ConsueloFoundation.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The foundation spearheaded the conduct of our Case Management Seminar. It was an enriching journey for me: both professionally and personally as we tried to synthesize our practices into a legendary Manual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep this in mind, "What is not written does not exists", the Manual will outlive us all and that ensures that our culture of improving the welfare of our Filipino Women and Children will become a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, being on the 27th floor of the Citibank tower provided me with a bird's eye view of the city. Enticing and Tranquil are two words i can describe Makati with as i glance from atop. It's a different story when we are down below...I can't imagine Davao City to come close to it as years pass by..it can be captivating but the lustrous beauty cannot compensate for the province-like tranquility of my Davao City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-6576450222370437807?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/6576450222370437807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=6576450222370437807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6576450222370437807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6576450222370437807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/09/makati-vs-makati.html' title='makati vs Makati'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SMHlbfsjqqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fyLE8E_E2FY/s72-c/648861633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-7111895577987237781</id><published>2008-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:50:24.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoothie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>SMOOTHIES</title><content type='html'>A Whole LATTE love @ Tata Benito's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-proclaimed sweet tooth and trips to the coffee shop and dessert kiosk are my idea of indulging to unrealistic cravings.. Since our office was near this coffee shop and i wanted to try the place, off we went. I ordered a Strawberry smoothie while my companion opted for an iced mocha...i was so excited to try it, we doubled it up with a triple chocolate moist cake...i could almost scream-"My precious" i was literally drooling...the cake was what i expected and more-not too sweet that i might end up with a tonsillitis, and not too "dark chocolate-bitter"..it was the best, it doesn's even stick on the edges of your teeth but it was moist!so good!&lt;br /&gt;The smoothie was a different story, i mean the "Thirsty?All that Juice and other juice-shake kiosk" tasted better! we found ourselves stuck with ice. Was it strawberry-mocha ice cones that we ordered or was it a smoothie? Calle cinco's frozen choco was way better. But i'm still giving myself a second chance in discovering more from this cafe, so the next time i go there, i'll be steering out of the smoothies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-7111895577987237781?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/7111895577987237781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=7111895577987237781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7111895577987237781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7111895577987237781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/06/smoothies.html' title='SMOOTHIES'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4244721263815896147</id><published>2008-06-05T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:53:23.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Lion, Lying on the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-bBvIEI/AAAAAAAAAII/EGwhL6zmbis/s1600-h/she.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208311786879524930" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-bBvIEI/AAAAAAAAAII/EGwhL6zmbis/s400/she.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-rBvIFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oa5c14vYGFw/s1600-h/she1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208311791174492242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-rBvIFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oa5c14vYGFw/s400/she1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-rBvIGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/P8yMUfdcDVg/s1600-h/she2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208311791174492258" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-rBvIGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/P8yMUfdcDVg/s400/she2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-7BvIHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mHKyjAEK-JM/s1600-h/she3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208311795469459570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-7BvIHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mHKyjAEK-JM/s400/she3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im not a fan of C.S.Lewis, not even his friend J.R.R. Tolkien got me interested in becoming a Book Worm. I'm the type of person who forgets what i read and then the images come flashing back at me when something triggers my memory lane. A deja vu feeling, but ultimately, something just jogged my memory. It happens all of the time. Like i read a book twice and in the middle it i ask myself why is this so familiar? and realize after half of a hundred pages that i have actually read them. Its the same thing with the Film, i forgot what i have read and then when i saw the film, i think to myself, damn i know that!there were so many scenes in the film that i felt the same way, but there are scenes where i said to myself "That did not happen!", twice more than the scenes i thought were at par with the book! and that's exactly what the film did, i think it was different, appalling and dangerously different. The moment a friend got me interested in the Chronicles of Narnia-its seven books was something i felt not suitable for children, as you progress along the books, it becomes more and more philosophical. So i think the book is meant to grow with the ones reading them. Making it into a film creates a widespread discipleship, of varying ages, genre and wavelengths, and that is dangerous as the screenwriters continue to sacrifice the story to appeal to the audience and fit the entire book on a 120 minute run. and i heard the Chronicles will be squeezed into a trilogy, a deducing ride for the movie goers. A devotee to C.S. Lewis claims he would have risen from the dirt to put these film claims to ashes!As the well-acclaimed production staff continue to bend for the sake of global capitalization, i now understand why people sing "a walk to remember" instead of I'll always remember, and "Blessing in the sky" instead of Blessing in disguise. And people intentionally miscontrue facts somehow for varrying reasons. If the film was able to get away with it?how can others not. If you ask me whether i'll let my children watch these crappy films, i still would, but i will also lend them a copy of the book. Films let you enjoy, but books, they are the true concept of REST and RECREATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-4244721263815896147?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4244721263815896147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4244721263815896147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4244721263815896147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4244721263815896147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/06/lion-lying-on-wardrobe.html' title='The Lion, Lying on the Wardrobe'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SEej-bBvIEI/AAAAAAAAAII/EGwhL6zmbis/s72-c/she.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-3267739185527109542</id><published>2008-05-24T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:54:05.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>SISTERHOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwX7b0wxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GC-2tj03xX8/s1600-h/4-30015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203892188331950866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwX7b0wxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GC-2tj03xX8/s400/4-30015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYLb0wyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eNvDqwSYkUg/s1600-h/4-30014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203892192626918178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYLb0wyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eNvDqwSYkUg/s400/4-30014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYbb0wzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4moon_29vBY/s1600-h/Copy+of+4-30015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203892196921885490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYbb0wzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4moon_29vBY/s400/Copy+of+4-30015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYbb0w0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PdFLByKB2BI/s1600-h/Davidnez032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203892196921885506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYbb0w0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PdFLByKB2BI/s400/Davidnez032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYrb0w1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DkWFAwzNWcw/s1600-h/Davidnez012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203892201216852818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwYrb0w1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DkWFAwzNWcw/s400/Davidnez012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three marias in the family was never difficult for my parents to keep track with. I remember heading straight home after class and verging away from those night life and rendevous under the sun. My parents devoted themselves to guard these three marias...and they did grow quite alright. What makes us look just the same?i guess that is more than the genes, i think it also has something to do with the food we eat, the lifestyle we share and the invisible bond called sisterhood, it is more than what science can explain. Growing up with these two persons i call my sisters was fun, we do dress-ups, make-ups, boy googling, shopping, movie watching, and all sorts of atrocious behavior we could think of. We are a one of a kind mixture, a philosopher, a hermit and a..nevermind. :) which keeps me wondering how did my brother ever found a normal childhood surrounded by these beauties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-3267739185527109542?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/3267739185527109542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=3267739185527109542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3267739185527109542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3267739185527109542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sisterhood.html' title='SISTERHOOD'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDfwX7b0wxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GC-2tj03xX8/s72-c/4-30015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4558835127301704064</id><published>2008-05-21T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:57:31.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv review'/><title type='text'>COOK OUTSTAGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDf0RLb0w5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uroewIi05S8/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203896470414345106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDf0RLb0w5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uroewIi05S8/s400/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDf0DLb0w4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/T1pLbHW9_Vg/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203896229896176514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDf0DLb0w4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/T1pLbHW9_Vg/s400/luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He came out triumphant. Although he had angle shots that make him breathtaking, i gotta admit he also has some shots that are so-so. :) he sometimes looks fat, broad-chinned, but heck, he came out with a stunning win..(12 million votes ahead of Archuleta!) He is so marketable, the next sex-rock icon! I think the record label will go as far as sell his looks, body and music! NIce package i gotta say. Testosterone banging combination. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alongside this great news is a tragic one, Luke Menard (TOP 24, Season 7) is diagnosed of cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-4558835127301704064?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4558835127301704064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4558835127301704064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4558835127301704064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4558835127301704064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/cook-outstaged.html' title='COOK OUTSTAGED!'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDf0RLb0w5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uroewIi05S8/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-2891453252084145930</id><published>2008-05-19T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:58:11.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>READING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDF3Zs1rErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/17Khoy0Pfe8/s1600-h/4-30010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202070328006349490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDF3Zs1rErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/17Khoy0Pfe8/s400/4-30010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The list goes on, you just have to read one book and then it becomes addictive.&lt;br /&gt;But i recommend you start first with the bible, it covers all the basics of Christian Reading. get set for an Ethereal Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-2891453252084145930?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/2891453252084145930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=2891453252084145930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2891453252084145930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2891453252084145930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/reading.html' title='READING'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SDF3Zs1rErI/AAAAAAAAAGw/17Khoy0Pfe8/s72-c/4-30010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4015524666158772925</id><published>2008-05-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:58:40.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Why moonshell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200951652234498706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SC19-M1rEpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NRG4MB7rXQ0/s400/moon.jpg" border="0" height="125" width="195" /&gt;the world is cynical...&lt;br /&gt;the world is fair to all...&lt;br /&gt;as it is continues to put everybody in damned situations and insanely nerve-wracking emotionally challenging situations...the world is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether Adolf Hitler's body was found mutilated and abandoned or vividly physically absent, it does not cease the phenomenon that the Jewish Holocaust took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visionary Abraham Lincoln's struggle for racial equality remains a vision in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino's clamour for a Productive Change through a series of bloodless and bloody revolution still doesn't affect the entire political system of the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SC1-pM1rEqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/U3SdMu87OXs/s1600-h/2813895671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200952390968873634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SC1-pM1rEqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/U3SdMu87OXs/s400/2813895671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All these moot and academic efforts by a few individuals and even by various sectoral masses of individuals, give very little significant change to the encompassing power of fate. We further realize as we move on with the various stages of our lives that whatever we do, it will never create a ripple in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we continue to realize our potential and possibilities, we unconsciously shed off a part of ourselves and eventually we are left with the remaining parcel of our well-being. The challenge herein is understanding whether what is left is the total well-being we want of ourselves or is it the self we dread that has become distorted by the differing environmental factors around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest we come into a reflective and contemplative second in our lives, we never begin to capture the true essence of humanity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-4015524666158772925?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4015524666158772925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4015524666158772925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4015524666158772925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4015524666158772925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-moonshell.html' title='Why moonshell?'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SC19-M1rEpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NRG4MB7rXQ0/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4986644973863216786</id><published>2008-05-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:59:19.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>SIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SB_o6ir82_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2HpmrBXRHa8/s1600-h/hami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197128587450047474" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 297px; cursor: pointer; height: 230px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SB_o6ir82_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2HpmrBXRHa8/s400/hami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SB_nxSr82-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U2JswtbduOE/s1600-h/hami2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197127329024629730" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 337px; cursor: pointer; height: 231px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SB_nxSr82-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U2JswtbduOE/s400/hami2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trek started at 10 AM and we arrived at the campsite at 6PM via SIDO trail (San Isidro Davao Oriental). In the middle of it all, with several stops at eye-catching flora and fauna, sips of h2O (extra joss for some), photo ops and constant embrace of these mossy trees..finally i was able to delve into the human nature's thirst for adventure and baseless sense of self-fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;This first shot was taken at the bonsai field, and i mean midget trees with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tatay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francois&lt;/span&gt;. Although the trek was hot and a long one, i was able to marvel at the wonders of God's magnificent omnipotence.&lt;br /&gt;This second shot was in the middle of the day, while we were talking our lunch (my personal choice: Mr. Chips and a liter of water from the sapa) I was in the middle of deciding whether to go back to the comforts of my routinely lifestyle or just go where my nose leads me to.&lt;br /&gt;This adventure changed my civil status!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. sa lahat ng nakapunta sa Hamiguitan, Quidos!Form nata group (lol)... next stop...Mt. Apo(i wish...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-4986644973863216786?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4986644973863216786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4986644973863216786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4986644973863216786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4986644973863216786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sido.html' title='SIDO'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SB_o6ir82_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2HpmrBXRHa8/s72-c/hami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-3141513227646190204</id><published>2008-05-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:39:13.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online gaming'/><title type='text'>SPINEWORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBqYpir828I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DhBwCfkGT5A/s1600-h/sp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195632959578495938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBqYpir828I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DhBwCfkGT5A/s400/sp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is spineworld, if people are familiar with MU, then this is easier to comprehend. I utilize the site as a chatroom since i am not yet a citizen and i have limited access to the site. Its a very nice way to meet friends since it gives chatting a more exciting twists. They feature areas in the site where you can hang out and just pretend its exactly the same world as ours. Playdo initiated the site creation but now, spineworld is independent. Although the site is international, damo gihapon bisaya dinhi..and i am enjoying this site a lot. check it out too, &lt;a href="http://www.spineworld.com/"&gt;http://www.spineworld.com/&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/4000053858042777838-3141513227646190204?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/3141513227646190204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=3141513227646190204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3141513227646190204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3141513227646190204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-spineworld-if-people-are.html' title='SPINEWORLD'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBqYpir828I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DhBwCfkGT5A/s72-c/sp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-8434931395320230628</id><published>2008-04-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:42:48.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Linyang Pasifico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBHsZSr827I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tLOt_QJCR24/s1600-h/planes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193191764591958962" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBHsZSr827I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tLOt_QJCR24/s400/planes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193190875533728658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBHrlir825I/AAAAAAAAAFo/5hJQfNx_EM8/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBHsLir826I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d8MPemuuZYc/s1600-h/planes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so hard to travel especially if you get so cramped up with your position!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone wants to feel comfortable, never opt for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cebuanong Pacifico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and definitely not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyanong Spirito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Things could get more worse than not having a breathing space, to add to that, when you're in the middle seat, it could really test your concept of humanitarian conditions...Its like being in remote African jungles minus the feral tribal people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would always dread getting the middle seat, it's either you have foul smelling companions on both ends, or one that is probably a man-made chattering parrot, or worse, you never get to figure out where to put your elbows! But who am i to complain when i could never afford to travel on a private jet, well at least we have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilipinong nasa Ereng Nakalinya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which might actually suffice.&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/4000053858042777838-8434931395320230628?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/8434931395320230628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=8434931395320230628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8434931395320230628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8434931395320230628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/linyang-pasifico.html' title='Linyang Pasifico'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBHsZSr827I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tLOt_QJCR24/s72-c/planes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-6851627518528365743</id><published>2008-04-24T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:54:05.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv review'/><title type='text'>YOU MUST LOVE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBtpCr824I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3p2Izsoneac/s1600-h/brrok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192770922221460354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBtpCr824I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3p2Izsoneac/s400/brrok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBtIyr823I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RQDZyZCDIPM/s1600-h/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192770368170679154" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBtIyr823I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RQDZyZCDIPM/s400/brooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooke white twice redid a song in her American Idol Performances, and the judges found it rather cute the first time. But what she did last April 22, garnered Paula Abdul's disapproval.."pick up the pieces brooke"...&lt;br /&gt;I just wish our life could have been as easy as redoing it, and just stop and try our best again, but in life, there are no second chances If we weren't successful in life, we can't push our FUTURE KIDS to reach the dreams we weren't able to. We just can't turn back time. No matter how many people desired to be able to do it. This phenomenal longing will never become a reality. So you better do what you want to without regrets, with full accountability because "deep in our hearts we can feel it...we are just frightened it'll slip away...you must love me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-6851627518528365743?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/6851627518528365743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=6851627518528365743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6851627518528365743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6851627518528365743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/brooke-white-twice-redid-song-in-her.html' title='YOU MUST LOVE ME'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBtpCr824I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3p2Izsoneac/s72-c/brrok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4557705167177998263</id><published>2008-04-24T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:01:10.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaint'/><title type='text'>A COMPLAINT that never GOT HEARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBopSr821I/AAAAAAAAAFI/85KaeFEqZAg/s1600-h/lto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192765428958288722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBopSr821I/AAAAAAAAAFI/85KaeFEqZAg/s400/lto.jpg" border="0" height="90" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DEAR SIR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am filing an incident report:&lt;br /&gt;at 7Pm of April 22 (TUESDAY) as we were riding a taxi, the LTO RO XI Officer asked the taxi to stop stating that there was a violation. He said that the HOLIDAY TAXI has violated the provision of TURNING ON the LIGHT INSIDE THE TAXI. Yun pong light na maliit sa loob na kapag sinara ang pintuan ng kahit anong kotse ay automatic po na namamatay. naawa po ako sa driver, alam ko namang hindi ko kabisaado ang mga patakaran, lalo na sa MALIIT NA ILAW NA KAILANGAN PONG NAKA ILAW ALL THE TIME ( talaga po bah sir?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang akin lang naman po, sana mas habulin natin yung may mga bigating violations na maaring makasira ng mga buhay ng taong bumabyahe sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, this incident report never got sent. I tried accessing the LAND TRANSPORTATION OFFICE website and even used their Emailbox: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ltombox@lto.gov.ph"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ltombox@lto.gov.ph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but the mail continued to reflect a failed response...Itssad,really, i didn't know such violation existed and i checked their violations page and i never saw anything similar or coming close to Manong Driver's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so called violation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-4557705167177998263?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4557705167177998263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4557705167177998263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4557705167177998263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4557705167177998263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/complaint-that-never-got-heard.html' title='A COMPLAINT that never GOT HEARD'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SBBopSr821I/AAAAAAAAAFI/85KaeFEqZAg/s72-c/lto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-2699378126224969689</id><published>2008-04-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:05:42.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>rossyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGfdKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mb5aHFpyHvA/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191669717509236578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGfdKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mb5aHFpyHvA/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;When you want to grow old together, get married,but since we want to GROW TOGETHER!we went to buffet palace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGvdKZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/FV7H7W146Lc/s1600-h/Sheryl+n+rv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191669721804203890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGvdKZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/FV7H7W146Lc/s400/Sheryl+n+rv.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tide can do wonders to your clothes, but never to yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGvdKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9yfurOHhhTE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191669721804203906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGvdKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9yfurOHhhTE/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joker meets pokwang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEG_dKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3TOUndcagys/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191669726099171218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEG_dKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3TOUndcagys/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i think about love, it always comes along with SAILORMOON..I think i knew about sex appeal and eternity when i had my SAILORMOON encore run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i was in my adolescent stage, discovering new things, discovering the sexes and deciphering the opposite sex when this series gave me a new perspective on fatal attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-2699378126224969689?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/2699378126224969689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=2699378126224969689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2699378126224969689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2699378126224969689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-want-to-grow-old-together-get.html' title='rossyl'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAyEGfdKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mb5aHFpyHvA/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-2652876466737985418</id><published>2008-04-21T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:13:10.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>ADDICTION and SACRILEGIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx0xfdKZwI/AAAAAAAAADc/B38j2anuf3s/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191652864057566978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 143px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx0xfdKZwI/AAAAAAAAADc/B38j2anuf3s/s400/coke.jpg" border="0" height="105" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRONOUNCE - aaahhh that was refreshing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do do do do dood, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do do do ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do dodo do do do dood, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always coca-cola &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever there's a pool there's always a flirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime there's school, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there'll always be homework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wherever there's a beat, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's always a drum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime ther&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx0gvdKZvI/AAAAAAAAADU/wsfzBD5vF7c/s1600-h/coke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191652576294758130" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 147px; height: 177px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx0gvdKZvI/AAAAAAAAADU/wsfzBD5vF7c/s400/coke1.jpg" border="0" height="105" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e's fun there's always coca-cola... yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars will always shine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the birds will always sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as there is thirst, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's always the real thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coca-cola is always the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever there is fun, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's always coca-cola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=coca-cola"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=coca-cola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did that made you sing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have always been animated with this coca-cola jingle and by far, that one sticks to my memory center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coca-cola is really well known for producing "feel good" ads such as the cute polar bears, family drinking coke, the whole neighbourhood sharing coke, and santa, but the latest one takes the bunny out of the hat! No, im not talking about the coke zero, i am referring to the angel/demon transformation. Enlighten me here, did the corporate's sense of responsibility got flushed down the drain?What is the ad trying to imply to the viewers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new add has SACRILEGIOUS writtten all over it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEMONS ARE NOT FRIENDLY, ANGELS ARE NOT NAIVE/SUPERFICIAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a DEMON drinking coke could have his "EVILNESS" stripped away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all that for a COKE! HUH! What message are we TRYING TO inculcate to the young? Which also keeps me wondering, has immorality permeated our culture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sad turn-out has got me looking back to the past, when we used to identify with coke commercials while humming to the tune of "What the world needs now, is love, sweet love" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we can only look to a bleak future! Cheers to COKE LOVERS! like me... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-2652876466737985418?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/2652876466737985418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=2652876466737985418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2652876466737985418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2652876466737985418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/addiction-and-sacrilegious.html' title='ADDICTION and SACRILEGIOUS'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx0xfdKZwI/AAAAAAAAADc/B38j2anuf3s/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-1682222137715580369</id><published>2008-04-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:18:24.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>ADUNA ba kay KATABANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwkl_dKZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/az9Si-RQnlU/s1600-h/kasam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564705558849122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 456px; height: 181px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwkl_dKZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/az9Si-RQnlU/s400/kasam.jpg" border="0" height="181" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;katabang&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;katuwang&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;katulong&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt; but to be more politically correct, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KASAMBAHAY&lt;/span&gt;, short for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kasama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bahay&lt;/span&gt;. To term it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katulong&lt;/span&gt; is a depreciation to say the least. Although the BISAYA version is more acceptable compared to KATULONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let me use the term KASAMBAHAY for all the madla people out there reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;as the single kami nAPO muna, let me say "kami naman po muna" - from the Kasambahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need our attention, let me enumerate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are not part of the labor force, thus not protected by the DOLE Provisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since they are not part of the labor sector, then they are not included in the Wage INcreases that are supposedly accross the board!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are an invisible sector, we do not raid houses that hire kasambahay and nor are they registered to any accrediting body. So how do we know that they are safeguarded from any form of abuse?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are not protected with SSS/PHILHEALTH, some work repercussions require medical facilitation.would their income suffice?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do we give them decent wages?to begin with do have provisions on the term "decent wage" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do we have the right to ask them to work from 5AM in the morning until 11PM?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if we put our Kasambahay to school, do we have still have to give them a salary?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happens now if our Kasambahay due to negligence puts at risk or has already risks some valuable things in our home? Follow up questions, if we make them pay the total amount and we know for a fact that they cannot do so, are we allowed to put them into involuntary servitude?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To sum it all, we do not have a bible for the decent work conditions that our Kasambahays are entitled to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i say this is needed since we just cannot tolerate them being treated as second class citizens. Maybe if we just take time to consider the benefit to the Kasambahay and to the Employer if we set the perimeters, they we can all sit down and agree on something to answer the questions above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just feel bad that there are numerous abused Kasambahays that are practically unheard of in every side of the town. And although there are also Employers that are abused by Kasambahays as well, we cannot help but consider that the Kasambahays are the ones who cannot defend themselves, and sadly, who do not know any better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: The Kasambahay Bill is being lobbied for more than 10 years now, still, it has not been approved. What could be more important than protecting our MARGINALIZED FILIPINO WOMEN AND CHILDREN??? you tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-1682222137715580369?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/1682222137715580369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=1682222137715580369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/1682222137715580369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/1682222137715580369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/aduna-ba-kay-katabang.html' title='ADUNA ba kay KATABANG'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwkl_dKZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/az9Si-RQnlU/s72-c/kasam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4028392079899542607</id><published>2008-04-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:05:43.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviewer'/><title type='text'>KAMI HAMI WAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwtJvdKZsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WpzbyhZpwQk/s1600-h/drag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191574115832194754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwtJvdKZsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WpzbyhZpwQk/s400/drag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; A shot in one of their locations. I think that would be chow yunfat and stephen chow...hahahaha YOU WISH. Im hoping to see that nice scene in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwsKPdKZrI/AAAAAAAAACw/WCzawihmISw/s1600-h/bulma+and+chi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191573024910501554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 92px; height: 135px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwsKPdKZrI/AAAAAAAAACw/WCzawihmISw/s400/bulma+and+chi2.jpg" border="0" height="158" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bulma and chi at the set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tHIS IS just in..i mean this might have been in the net, but this is just in under my radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood film is doing a movie of the dragonball. Justin Chatwin &lt;em&gt;(as in the man from War of the Worlds)&lt;/em&gt; is going to lead the cast alongside Jamie Chung as chi chi. James Marsters (one of those who i think possesses a ton of oozing sex appeal as Spike of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer) is piccolo. Drowned with prosthetics and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are done shooting the film and the production is under wraps still, but it is set to show on April 2009. They are know engulfing the film in Special FX. So i guess 80% effects and 20% REAL ACTING. nevertheless, im keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&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/4000053858042777838-4028392079899542607?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4028392079899542607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4028392079899542607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4028392079899542607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4028392079899542607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/kami-hami-wave.html' title='KAMI HAMI WAVE'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwtJvdKZsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WpzbyhZpwQk/s72-c/drag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-8047110448800359408</id><published>2008-04-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:26:34.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv review'/><title type='text'>fugitive vs. x-men</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191568957576472226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 243px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwodfdKZqI/AAAAAAAAACo/-EDzzzOBJTM/s400/wentworth-miller-gq03.jpg" border="0" height="220" width="243" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwoAvdKZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/1qcxAdYWwUE/s1600-h/wentworth-miller-gq03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwBm_dKZkI/AAAAAAAAABk/LqZhdzeMtoU/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191526239831746114" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwBm_dKZkI/AAAAAAAAABk/LqZhdzeMtoU/s400/heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not about the upcoming x-men film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about me and my knack for watching tv series...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so into heroes as they showed it in RPN 9. i love peter petrelli's character definitely. and how well the writers knit the mystery behind the so-called genetic evolution is so GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwBm_dKZjI/AAAAAAAAABc/mJMJdZROUZw/s1600-h/pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191526239831746098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 279px; height: 139px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwBm_dKZjI/AAAAAAAAABc/mJMJdZROUZw/s400/pete.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that was until i saw prison break...although the local tv networks did not buy the rights to gain airtime for the show, i stumbled upon the dvd of prison break season 1 and 2. and boy did i have one hell of a marathon!!! Thanks to Filipino ingenuity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so here's the comparison.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prison break wonderfully crafted the supporting facts for the storyline..low latenet inhibition, low self-worth, depth of the characters, and the company's conspiracy theory ek-ek. You would probably think it was possible, the escape and everything in between.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroes has a great storyline, but i bet it can never come close to reality, the genetic evolution concept was not taken in GREAT CONSIDERATION...And i just find the bunch of characters a poor imitation of X-men minus professor xavier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The death of some heroes' characters and then putting them back just to win tv ratings creates a spectrum of doubt to me. Are we in for the money that we loss our audience's senses? (this is what most Filipino tv series is guilty of, they make incoherent storylines just to prolong the series) SO unlike prison break that they break the characters and give me a ride that i will never fathom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The soundscore for prisonbreak creates a trademark for the series! Just like Knightrider did for us back in those days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both series actually star smoldering man, a must if you want to target the AMerican population.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;now where did i develop this interest for tv series?hmm...if i were to go back in history, McGyver started it all. That would be another topic eh.. that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-8047110448800359408?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/8047110448800359408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=8047110448800359408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8047110448800359408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/8047110448800359408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/fugitive-vs-x-men.html' title='fugitive vs. x-men'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwodfdKZqI/AAAAAAAAACo/-EDzzzOBJTM/s72-c/wentworth-miller-gq03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-209836181912445980</id><published>2008-04-20T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:27:42.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>SCANTILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsYpvdKZbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tl-HYkSMO4Q/s1600-h/scantily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191270100867114418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsYpvdKZbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tl-HYkSMO4Q/s320/scantily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so bad...bad about a lot of things lately...its just way too complicated for me...how things turned out this way was a total and utter disaster...&lt;br /&gt;ngdahum ko na okey na jud ang tanan kay giconfimr man ang departure sa minor, ug nagmatch pud ang information, sa dihang dili man diay ug samtang ang bata nagsakay na sa higanteng pumpboat...ang iyahang ginikanan niabot ug gipangita ang ilahang bugtong na iso na nahisalaag...ug sa dihang ako ang naghatag ug confirmation sa iyahang panagtagpo sa lugar nga gitawag nga MANILA..ako pud run ang nadan-ukan sa problema..huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so horrible with everything that has been going on and for what i significantly contributed to change history that turned out to be a disaster...and what do i get? the humiliation of the entire community...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4000053858042777838-209836181912445980?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/209836181912445980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=209836181912445980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/209836181912445980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/209836181912445980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/scantly.html' title='SCANTILY'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsYpvdKZbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tl-HYkSMO4Q/s72-c/scantily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-2499982214760842072</id><published>2008-04-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:32:24.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pablo neruda'/><title type='text'>LOVE BUGZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZNvdKZcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q-TFtmDTmgA/s1600-h/lovebug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191270719342405058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZNvdKZcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q-TFtmDTmgA/s400/lovebug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZNvdKZdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X95ZIyg4_Zs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191270719342405074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZNvdKZdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X95ZIyg4_Zs/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i said, the bug keeps his intimacy...&lt;br /&gt;if you like this, andy garcia read this poem, and a few hollywood stars, you can purchase the album. You can also view it in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example,'The night is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;and I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I do not have her.&lt;br /&gt;To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night,&lt;br /&gt;still more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance someone is singing.&lt;br /&gt;In the distance.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her,&lt;br /&gt;that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Another's.&lt;br /&gt;She will be another's.&lt;br /&gt;Like my kisses before.&lt;br /&gt;Her void.&lt;br /&gt;Her bright body.&lt;br /&gt;Her inifinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her,&lt;br /&gt;that's certain,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so short,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one&lt;br /&gt;I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;br /&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-2499982214760842072?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/2499982214760842072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=2499982214760842072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4156397790548706304</id><published>2008-04-20T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:35:59.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pablo neruda'/><title type='text'>LOVE BUG</title><content type='html'>i am always bitten by the love bug&lt;br /&gt;a specie called pablo nerudensis bakokang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And because love battles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because love battles&lt;br /&gt;not only in its burning agricultures&lt;br /&gt;but also in the mouth of men and women,&lt;br /&gt;I will finish off by taking the path away&lt;br /&gt;to those who between my chest and your fragrance&lt;br /&gt;want to interpose their obscure plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me, nothing worse&lt;br /&gt;they will tell you, my love,than what I told you.&lt;br /&gt;I lived in the prairies&lt;br /&gt;before I got to know youand I did not wait love but I was&lt;br /&gt;laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.&lt;br /&gt;What more can they tell you?&lt;br /&gt;I am neither good nor bad but a man,&lt;br /&gt;and they will then associate the dangerof my life,&lt;br /&gt;which you know&lt;br /&gt;and which with your passion you shared.&lt;br /&gt;And good, this dangeris danger of love,&lt;br /&gt;of complete love&lt;br /&gt;for all life,&lt;br /&gt;for all lives,&lt;br /&gt;and if this love brings us&lt;br /&gt;the death and the prisons,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that your big eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as when I kiss them,&lt;br /&gt;will then close with pride,&lt;br /&gt;into double pride,&lt;br /&gt;love,with your pride and my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my ears they will come before&lt;br /&gt;to wear down the tour&lt;br /&gt;of the sweet and hard love&lt;br /&gt;which binds us,and they will say:&lt;br /&gt;"The one&lt;br /&gt;you love,&lt;br /&gt;is not a woman for you,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love her?&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;you could find one more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;more serious,&lt;br /&gt;more deep,&lt;br /&gt;more other,&lt;br /&gt;you understand me,&lt;br /&gt;look how she's light,&lt;br /&gt;and what a head she has,&lt;br /&gt;and look at how she dresses,&lt;br /&gt;and etcetera and etcetera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I in these lines say:&lt;br /&gt;Like this I want you,&lt;br /&gt;love,love,&lt;br /&gt;Like this I love you,&lt;br /&gt;as you dress&lt;br /&gt;and how your hair lifts up&lt;br /&gt;and how your mouth smiles,&lt;br /&gt;light as the water&lt;br /&gt;of the spring upon the pure stones,&lt;br /&gt;Like this I love you, beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bread I do not ask to teach me&lt;br /&gt;but only not to lack during every day of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything about light,&lt;br /&gt;from whereit comes nor where it goes,&lt;br /&gt;I only want the light to light up,&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask to the nightexplanations,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for it and it envelops me,&lt;br /&gt;And so you, bread and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shadow are.&lt;br /&gt;You came to my life&lt;br /&gt;with what you were bringing,&lt;br /&gt;made of light and bread and shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected you,&lt;br /&gt;and Like this I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Like this I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and to those who want to hear tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that which I will not tell them,&lt;br /&gt;let them read it here,&lt;br /&gt;and let them back off today&lt;br /&gt;because it is earlyfor these arguments.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will only give them&lt;br /&gt;a leaf of the tree of our love,&lt;br /&gt;a leaf&lt;br /&gt;which will fall on the earth&lt;br /&gt;like if it had been made by our lips&lt;br /&gt;like a kiss which falls&lt;br /&gt;from our invincible heights&lt;br /&gt;to show the fire and the tenderness&lt;br /&gt;of a true love.&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;div 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BUG'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-6239750590525262011</id><published>2008-04-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:39:42.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>CC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwOFfdKZlI/AAAAAAAAABs/YvHYhHnKWu0/s1600-h/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191539957957289554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 252px; height: 165px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwOFfdKZlI/AAAAAAAAABs/YvHYhHnKWu0/s400/cc.jpg" border="0" height="165" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes, what we truly want is vividly in front of us...&lt;br /&gt;If you choose career now, then you will never know when its too late already to fight for an unrequited love...&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life are full of what ifs...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to choose love, then you really have to sacrifice the call of career opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't regret not getting the Plus factor which comes along with having a career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me point out&lt;br /&gt;Career: You go to different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still do that, although limited siya and you have to consider the family....family concerns outweigh personal drive meet new people&lt;br /&gt;YOu meet new people&lt;br /&gt;if you allow your social circle to widen, meeting and befriending new people is all up to you, but when you are married, you maintain a considerable social distance... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you'll earn a lot of money, you get rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A complete and utter fallacy, people don't get rich because of their career....You should start a company or a business to get filthy rich, anyhow.. thats superficial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you live on the go, you'll not stay long together with your family, you always travel, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you're someone who loves a spontaneous life, then this is one benefit you would love..but remember that people get tired of continually being part of the statistics on NPA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love life: Settle down in one place, be with the one you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing beats this feeling...you can just lie all day with the one you love. (pero kaon pud panagsa)&lt;br /&gt;be contented with what you earn&lt;br /&gt;But make sure you are able to sustain your family's NEEDS not WANTS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;raise a family, look after the welfare of your kids, be a good dad/mom, cook food every day, do laundry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most difficult challenge in WOMANHOOD!! there are no clear criteria to become awarded as the BEST PARENT, but in our child's eyes, we will always be affirmed of our WORTH and ESSENCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eventually you'll get a maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a hands on mom, you might ask someone to clean the house, but do not choose a substitute mom your kids will thank you someday for being the world's greatest dad/mom, etc..&lt;br /&gt;they don't realize this though until they have a family of their own,,,hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: In CAREER you have winners and losers, but in REAL LOVE, there are no losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes love don't end up the way you imagined it would be, but the true measure of love is how much we have transcended beyond ourselves to extend oneness with the OTHER...if you think you have found LOVE, you shouldn't let your fears get in the way, there may be tears, but they are of joy and sometimes sadness, there may be problems, but they are challenges... Once you find LOVE, you will never find it again, not in the same intensity, not in the exact same way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-6239750590525262011?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/6239750590525262011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=6239750590525262011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6239750590525262011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/6239750590525262011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/cc.html' title='CC'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwOFfdKZlI/AAAAAAAAABs/YvHYhHnKWu0/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-5714196584898857117</id><published>2008-04-20T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:46:45.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZ5fdKZeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ajJ6iCjbI-8/s1600-h/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191271470961681890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZ5fdKZeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ajJ6iCjbI-8/s400/unicorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is really quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;humans for one pretend to be good and yet they are conniving scums waiting for the very moment to prey on the least species. And yet they make their humanity as an excuse? if we were distinctively born good then why do we admit to our fault and credit it to our humanity?? f****&lt;br /&gt;the complexity of it all and the bipolar inclination of the stupified creatures continue to astound and reveal a feral side to the attested civility.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;my advise: zealously update your facade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-5714196584898857117?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/5714196584898857117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=5714196584898857117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/5714196584898857117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/5714196584898857117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/unicorn.html' title='unicorn'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsZ5fdKZeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ajJ6iCjbI-8/s72-c/unicorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-7899400729074637967</id><published>2008-04-20T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:51:23.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>trash talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsaffdKZfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MofxjE_kelg/s1600-h/trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191272123796710898" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsaffdKZfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MofxjE_kelg/s400/trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This happened to me just this year.You know what, the witching hour is 3AM, a conversion of the 3pm death ofCHRIST. Some horror films actually base it on facts (Exorcism of Emily Rose, THe omen, etc.)For the past year, i had this inclination to wake up at 3 am, this happened when i slept in my room and while i was half awake, somebody grabbed my hair from behind and tried to stab me with a very pointy object (at that time,i envisioned long, sharp nails). I was going to shout to call my sister who was sleeping in the upper bunk but i could not utter a single sound. I kept on muttering and mumbling and i always felt the stab of pain in my back, I couldn't turn around because i was afraid to see the face of this dark creature.I prayed to God and asked for HIS intervention, little by little the sharp object subsided from my back. I couldn't move through it all. i was holding my hand to my chest and i could hear myself breathing, feel myself sweating and i even pinched my hands to make sure i was awake and not dreaming. I am a CHRISTIAN, my forefathers and up until now, the family goes to the same church and i go to church as well, quite active you might say in the Service for GOD. BUt this incident, i could not understand. In the morning, i called the family together and narrated my ordeal, nobody paid attention, they said, it was just a dream, I WASN'T AWAKE AT THAT TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They brushed it off, but i was afraid....A week since the incident, i started waking up at exactly 3 am, i just woke up in the middle of the night and i looked at my cell phone's time, exactly 3am. SO i prayed to GOD that i will go back to sleep. One time, i woke up because my cellphone beeped, two messages came in. I was surprised to see that somebody actually sent me an SMS at 3 AM, as i checked the message details options, the message was sent at around 1145 PM, so why did it beeped at 3 AM?ONe time my sister told me that she felt warm rasping breathes near her ears, at times i hear it too. For the remaining days, i woke up at 3AM and i started praying hard to GOD, harder than i used to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I prayed that i will have a good night's sleep.I remember when i was 15 years old when i slept in that same room, i had UROM, its a Filipino term when somebody who is sleeping experiences that somebody grabbed their throat and they couldn't breath. you are aware of everything around you but you couldn't wake up,they said that to escape this horrifying experience, you have to move your pinkie toes or wait for someone to wake you up. I desperately tried to move my toes and i was able to wake up. I always haveUROM in this room , in this bed,whenever i did the exact same sleeping position . As i continued to Pray, eventually, it never happened again, i really don't understand the test given to me, but its a great relief to know that SOMEONEactually carries all the burden for it all.&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/4000053858042777838-7899400729074637967?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/7899400729074637967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=7899400729074637967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7899400729074637967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/7899400729074637967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/trash-talking.html' title='trash talking'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsaffdKZfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MofxjE_kelg/s72-c/trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-197104997733220956</id><published>2008-04-20T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:57:07.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>the invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwwWvdKZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/PjXUUyaTHA0/s1600-h/the+inv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191577637705377490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwwWvdKZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/PjXUUyaTHA0/s400/the+inv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are in a relationship with any person, Love is without a doubt needed, but it is not what exactly keeps that relationship alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few weeks ago, i just found out that a friend of mine has actually went back to what he was reluctant at. Another one actually went on a drastically opposite direction of what he used to be, while another one no longer lived what he believed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are three separate individuals and yet they have one common theme. These individuals fought a long standing battle, a battle all of us have actually fought whether at the present, past or in the future (eventually we will struggle in this battle). Indeed the battle is a defying test of fortitude and commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These three persons were the best warriors to start with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first one, after standing for the “bad side” converted to the “good side”. This person defied his own family (who were in the bad side), shed off his comfort zones and started a new satisfying life. With a new assembly of warriors, he fought well and hard, winning many battles and acquiring his own legion of the best warriors. He grew in himself and in others, but sadly, in the long run, the warrior reverted to the old ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, the second warrior, reared in the “good side” had his consciousness focused and narrowed (since it was his only option to begin with). He walked uprightly and become a warrior of valor and full of vigor. He treads in the “good side’s” path for a long long period of time. He overcame challenges with esteemed reputation. But sadly, this warrior eventually lost his protective armor. Gradually the “bad side” rotted his commitment to the core through deceit, sorrow, failure and discontentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last warrior was a frontliner in battle. He led the group to become triumphant in every endeavor, in every battle, in every encounter with the enemy. He destroyed and he conquered many. He was indeed an esteemed manpower of the mercenaries. Through him, many leaders emerged, the infantry grew and the cavalry was indispensable. But sadly, the other side won him over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel sad for these warriors. I am a witness to their growth, struggle and success, and yet, everything they ever fought for was put into waste when in the end, they no longer recognize the AUTHENTICITY of their EXISTENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Common theme: RELIGION. By far, these three individuals are but a tip of the iceberg, this is not an isolated case, we know of many brothers and sisters in faith, who after being won over by the RIGHT FAITH, revert, convert, renovate into a FALSE FAITH. After fighting rigidly and insurmountably for the RIGHT FAITH, they fall back to the FALSE ONE. Don’t get me wrong here, I am not advocating a PARTICULAR RELIGION, for religion cannot save us from DAMNATION, it can never account for our SALVATION. Bottom line, it is our PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP with our GOD that can save us. And thus, to have that relationship, it should be nurtured, cared for and kept accountable for, but how could that be when we establish a FALSE RELATIONSHIP??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-197104997733220956?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/197104997733220956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=197104997733220956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/197104997733220956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/197104997733220956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/invisible.html' title='the invisible'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAwwWvdKZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/PjXUUyaTHA0/s72-c/the+inv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-4007623724317104054</id><published>2008-04-20T02:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:00:18.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>never read them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbcvdKZiI/AAAAAAAAABU/a1IV_OU62EI/s1600-h/nevr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191273176063698466" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbcvdKZiI/AAAAAAAAABU/a1IV_OU62EI/s400/nevr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ there you pass by not glancing not knowing there I sit by hoping waiting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ !'I love you.!( Know y im telling you this??? So tmorow if I never wake up u!&amp;amp;ll know that before I die. I!&amp;amp;ve told you that I really do love you..my friend/ so dat tmorow if I never feel the same, u'll know that I had once loved you..ryt now I do..i do love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Why is it so hard to let yourself be driven by the emotions that constitute loving when you really want to succumb to love? But still you can never tell whether you have made the right choice or not until you discover the real thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Sometimes I think of myself being in love, but when the doors of opportunity opens up to me, I can only think that what I thought would completely be the opposite of my perception. That's pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;+ Every waking moment of my life is filled with thoughts of regret and blame. Because the person I love could never love me back. Have you ever felt that?&lt;br /&gt;+ Have you ever loved someone so much that you always wonder what the other person is doing, what goes on their minds, you wanna share every second with the person, and you can cry because of the intense emotion.&lt;br /&gt;+ What is more terrible? to love someone who knows you love him/her but keeps on ignoring you, or to love someone eventhough you know that his/her feelings for you will vanish? wat is more painful.&lt;br /&gt;+ We are all losers!It's wen we cling to God that we conquer and become victorious!!! I myt sound lyk a complete hypocrite, but sometimes a good beating helps. SNAP OUT OF IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4000053858042777838-4007623724317104054?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/4007623724317104054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=4007623724317104054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4007623724317104054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/4007623724317104054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-read-them_20.html' title='never read them'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbcvdKZiI/AAAAAAAAABU/a1IV_OU62EI/s72-c/nevr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-3143279620240239682</id><published>2008-04-20T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:30:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbIfdKZhI/AAAAAAAAABM/dn4XtWMPG4I/s1600-h/neverr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191272828171347474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbIfdKZhI/AAAAAAAAABM/dn4XtWMPG4I/s400/neverr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Y tru love waits?coz if its true love that u truly feel for the person, u do not force yourself into her lyf, u do not impose your wants. U simply plant your love to her and let it grow through time, let that person decide if she wants to nurture that seed. You!&amp;amp;ll know in due time.&lt;br /&gt;+ You do not kiss the person for the sake of kissing. You kiss the person coz you know it's the right time. Learn to feel the rhythm and listen to the timing of love.&lt;br /&gt;+ Never know I could have these emotions Never know feelings unexplored exists But I cannot deny the odds Feelings unexplored haunt me&lt;br /&gt;+ You know wat's so freaking crazy about life? Its when people say you've changed and they make such a big deal out of it. Chill out. Get real. People just darn change. + The airy coldness swepts me in my reverie. People pass by wondering about the girl in the stairs. Lost in her own utopian world. I lean on the wall!noticing something!looked closely!KUGMO!&lt;br /&gt;+ It sucks when you have to withhold telling the person you love him becoz he opted to love another, but it sucks even more when you tell the person you love him and eventually you fall for another.&lt;br /&gt;+ From our first hello, till you held my hand. My mind that was once hollow was then occupied with love. + Eyes don't lie. Birds can fly. In you I can rely, but loving you becomes a sad goodbye. + Y is there a point in a person's life that they fall for someone who can never really reciprocate the feelings that they have bestowed upon?&lt;br /&gt;+ Love is like a wind. You can feel it, but you can never fully grasp it. You can just hope that when it blows your way, you're prepared for the comforting subtle breeze or the destructive hurricane. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;+ They say that tears are there to cleanse the eyes, but I believe it does more than that, it sheds away the pain, it proves that we are all vulnerable and that we need a friend. It is both an assurance and a comfort. + When I love, I love silently..i let FATE decide.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sumtyms people piss you off intensely that you decide to lay off being wid the person to avoid further damage, yet dey take it as though you are mad at them and they hate you even more. + There are instances in a man's life that they long for company, it can be a dog, a friend, a lover, but I ain't have those. Somewhat pathetic, but true. + Have you ever felt so alone that you see yourself as a star, a shoulder, a mat, a tissue, a hair in your butthole? Things that are always there but you never gave a thought!&lt;br /&gt;+ Fate, destiny, soulmate, divine intervention. I strongly believe in those things. It has infallibly become my philosophy. + In dreams; You're perfect You're who I want In dreams; I'm content Ethereal joy In my wake; You're lost You're dim In my wake; I'm alone Nobody understands.&lt;br /&gt;+ I fell too hard, soared too high, loved too much. Hid it inside. He didn't see it, maybe he wasn't meant for it. + You'll only know how much the person means to you when you loss them. + The greatest things in life are not empirically evident, yet they value more than life itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4000053858042777838-3143279620240239682?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/3143279620240239682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=3143279620240239682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3143279620240239682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/3143279620240239682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsbIfdKZhI/AAAAAAAAABM/dn4XtWMPG4I/s72-c/neverr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000053858042777838.post-2869040150685646785</id><published>2008-04-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:29:15.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never read them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsa9PdKZgI/AAAAAAAAABE/XeFTTD2CAN8/s1600-h/never.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191272634897819138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsa9PdKZgI/AAAAAAAAABE/XeFTTD2CAN8/s400/never.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ there you pass by not glancing not knowing there I sit by hoping waiting + !'I love you.!( Know y im telling you this??? So tmorow if I never wake up u!&amp;amp;ll know that before I die. I!&amp;amp;ve told you that I really do love you..my friend&lt;br /&gt;so dat tmorow if I never feel the same, u'll know that I had once loved you..ryt now I do..i do love you. + Why is it so hard to let yourself be driven by the emotions that constitute loving when you really want to succumb to love? But still you can never tell whether you have made the right choice or not until you discover the real thing. + Sometimes I think of myself being in love, but when the doors of opportunity opens up to me, I can only think that what I thought would completely be the opposite of my perception. That's pretty scary. + Every waking moment of my life is filled with thoughts of regret and blame. Because the person I love could never love me back. Have you ever felt that? + Have you ever loved someone so much that you always wonder what the other person is doing, what goes on their minds, you wanna share every second with the person, and you can cry because of the intense emotion. + What is more terrible? to love someone who knows you love him/her but keeps on ignoring you, or to love someone eventhough you know that his/her feelings for you will vanish? wat is more painful.&lt;br /&gt;+ We are all losers!It's wen we cling to God that we conquer and become victorious!!! I myt sound lyk a complete hypocrite, but sometimes a good beating helps. SNAP OUT OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;+ Y tru love waits?coz if its true love that u truly feel for the person, u do not force yourself into her lyf, u do not impose your wants. U simply plant your love to her and let it grow through time, let that person decide if she wants to nurture that seed. You!&amp;amp;ll know in due time.&lt;br /&gt;+ You do not kiss the person for the sake of kissing. You kiss the person coz you know it's the right time. Learn to feel the rhythm and listen to the timing of love.&lt;br /&gt;+ Never know I could have these emotions Never know feelings unexplored exists But I cannot deny the odds Feelings unexplored haunt me&lt;br /&gt;+ You know wat's so freaking crazy about life? Its when people say you've changed and they make such a big deal out of it. Chill out. Get real. People just darn change. + The airy coldness swepts me in my reverie. People pass by wondering about the girl in the stairs. Lost in her own utopian world. I lean on the wall!noticing something!looked closely!KUGMO!&lt;br /&gt;+ It sucks when you have to withhold telling the person you love him becoz he opted to love another, but it sucks even more when you tell the person you love him and eventually you fall for another.&lt;br /&gt;+ From our first hello, till you held my hand. My mind that was once hollow was then occupied with love. + Eyes don't lie. Birds can fly. In you I can rely, but loving you becomes a sad goodbye. + Y is there a point in a person's life that they fall for someone who can never really reciprocate the feelings that they have bestowed upon?&lt;br /&gt;+ Love is like a wind. You can feel it, but you can never fully grasp it. You can just hope that when it blows your way, you're prepared for the comforting subtle breeze or the destructive hurricane. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;+ They say that tears are there to cleanse the eyes, but I believe it does more than that, it sheds away the pain, it proves that we are all vulnerable and that we need a friend. It is both an assurance and a comfort. + When I love, I love silently..i let FATE decide.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sumtyms people piss you off intensely that you decide to lay off being wid the person to avoid further damage, yet dey take it as though you are mad at them and they hate you even more. + There are instances in a man's life that they long for company, it can be a dog, a friend, a lover, but I ain't have those. Somewhat pathetic, but true. + Have you ever felt so alone that you see yourself as a star, a shoulder, a mat, a tissue, a hair in your butthole? Things that are always there but you never gave a thought!&lt;br /&gt;+ Fate, destiny, soulmate, divine intervention. I strongly believe in those things. It has infallibly become my philosophy. + In dreams; You're perfect You're who I want In dreams; I'm content Ethereal joy In my wake; You're lost You're dim In my wake; I'm alone Nobody understands.&lt;br /&gt;+ I fell too hard, soared too high, loved too much. Hid it inside. He didn't see it, maybe he wasn't meant for it. + You'll only know how much the person means to you when you loss them. + The greatest things in life are not empirically evident, yet they value more than life itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000053858042777838-2869040150685646785?l=moonshel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/feeds/2869040150685646785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4000053858042777838&amp;postID=2869040150685646785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2869040150685646785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000053858042777838/posts/default/2869040150685646785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonshel.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-read-them.html' title='never read them'/><author><name>shel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15372484512861640562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAx8FvdKZxI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ITR6dlxkgw/S220/34548169625322m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NU--H-vymLM/SAsa9PdKZgI/AAAAAAAAABE/XeFTTD2CAN8/s72-c/never.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
