<?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-6625235152440358039</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:42:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quench My Thirst.</title><subtitle type='html'>In the middle of nothingdom, I decided to write. I do have things going on in my mind - A LOT. 
And boy, do I thirst for some answers...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-4616792051377421074</id><published>2010-04-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:24:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Dreams: my favorite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just needed to write about my dream.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the&amp;nbsp;second dream I've had that I was flying and damn it felt WONDERFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;First dream was a couple of months back. I was a wizard like Harry Potter but we were flying without brooms. We were a big group of wizards and we needed to migrate somehwere. It was a loooooong journey.. We were flying fast over fields, seas, roads... and i even felt the&amp;nbsp;thrill about making sure that "muggles" don't see us. I&amp;nbsp;LOOOOOOOVED the feel of the wind all around me... we were flying.. doing somersaults on air... flying sideways.. on my back...&amp;nbsp;flying back to interesting spots I see.. &amp;nbsp;and just having a great time and sharing laughs with my "fellow wizards" (i'm not sure but I think one of them was Hermione, hehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since&amp;nbsp;I've had that&amp;nbsp;dream,&amp;nbsp;I started bugging our friends to go indoor skydiving with me. Unfortunately, it hasn't happened yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost forgot that dream. Until I had a similar dream again last night.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flying again as fast as I could. If I were driving in F1,&amp;nbsp;I would be overspeeding BIGTIME (&lt;em&gt;if there could ever be a thing such as overspeeding in F1)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had flying powers and the other people weren't supposed to know. So I flew when I had to rush to somewhere, but stopped and acted normal&amp;nbsp;whenever there are other people. Sometimes I flew away to make sure other people didn't see me. When I was alone, I would fly to my room. Or to the second floor of a big house in my dream, with a big staircase. Maybe we where in a big yacht, or a ship cuz the staircase reminded me of Titanic's. &lt;br /&gt;Then I had to race somewhere... and I was flying so fast I could feel the &lt;em&gt;whooooosh &lt;/em&gt;of the strong winds against me.. under my arms.. on my face and hair... and all over my body... IT FELT ADDICTIVE. I was overtaking yachts, flying over&amp;nbsp;the water...&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(I don't even know if it was a river, an ocean or what.)..&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slowing down when&amp;nbsp;I needed to, and&amp;nbsp;accelerating faster when I wanted to...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;IT FELT WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could really fly. It feels&amp;nbsp;hmmm.. &lt;strong&gt;"the superlative of superlatives" GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-4616792051377421074?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4616792051377421074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/flying-dreams-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4616792051377421074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4616792051377421074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/flying-dreams-my-favorite.html' title='Flying Dreams: my favorite!'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-4933844246504709668</id><published>2010-04-11T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:19:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God listened to my heart before I even prayed... :-)</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was feeling sentimental and wrote about not having been able to pursue my "European" and travel dreams... (You can check out my first post!) You see, I've always wanted to travel A LOT, especially in Europe, which is admittedly not an easy thing to do for personal reasons, aside from financial ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be a flight attendant mainly because of the travel perks. I've attempted a number of times to apply and even paid for a training which I decided to drop when something more important came up in our family. I stopped pursuing it because I&amp;nbsp;simply couldn't leave my parents behind for a career that would take me from them. They are "not very healthy", as&amp;nbsp;I prefer to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dedicated almost the past 2 years of my life for my loved ones.. shuttling back and forth the Philippines&amp;nbsp; and Dubai to be with them in their times of need.&amp;nbsp;My parents have always been my first priority, and my&amp;nbsp;poor loving husband, the second. I&amp;nbsp;received several job offers but couldn't&amp;nbsp;take them&amp;nbsp;as I always had to fly back in a couple of months. Circumstances in my life had put&amp;nbsp;me in this position... I couldn't plan my own life, and yet&amp;nbsp;it never felt right to complain because I love them&amp;nbsp;with all my heart and I am simply&amp;nbsp;grateful that I can serve them. (&lt;em&gt;I am even so frustrated with the&amp;nbsp;3 grey hairs on top of my head&amp;nbsp; because I felt nothing in my life or growth stood for them&lt;/em&gt;) I just buried whatever questions I had in my heart. My prayers were always for them.. for my loved ones. I didn't ask God for travels,&amp;nbsp; nor for material things...&amp;nbsp;I didn't pray to God for a career, moreso for a dream that I have given up long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity came up. I am on my longest stay here (around 6 months at least), and finally, I can apply for a job. Any job, I thought, that could let me buy a few things I wanted and perhaps&amp;nbsp;a few gifts for my parents. (My hubby is a very understanding, loving, and generous person, but we also have to&amp;nbsp;save for&amp;nbsp;our future. He has already been very generous with my airfares and all, so I didn't really want to ask him for unnecessary things.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April 5, I wrote about my dream of travelling, and how I have accepted the fact that working in Europe was no longer realistic. I can only travel there at my own expense.. obviously not as much as I would want to, for financial restraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after,&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;given a job offer in&amp;nbsp;one of the world's best airline companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I accepted their offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work as a regular staff but most importantly, I would get almost, if not the&amp;nbsp;SAME BENEFITS AS A FLIGHT ATTENDANT.&lt;br /&gt;And that is, up to 90% off on airfares, for me, my husband, sisters, and parents. Anywhere in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I are dreaming already of spending weekends in London, or Athens... having vacations wherever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed... Maybe there's a purpose why&amp;nbsp;God hasn't blessed us with a baby yet. Maybe He wants to reward us with travels first, which He knows, is what we love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that circumstances in my life would agree with me.. this year especially. I'm already about to hold my dream in my hands. &lt;em&gt;Life, please let it stay there until I have actually enjoyed it already.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is another story... You see, my hubby and I have made a decision that will change our lives next year. We're going home for good for our loved ones' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear God. I didn't ask, and yet you gave me what I wished for in my heart...&amp;nbsp;a career that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;would let me explore the beauty of the wonderful world you've made. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S8HFQl2MzxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0RZ5ugM2_Hc/s1600/SIGNATURExoxo285.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S8HFQl2MzxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0RZ5ugM2_Hc/s320/SIGNATURExoxo285.png" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-4933844246504709668?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4933844246504709668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-listened-to-my-heart-before-i-even.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4933844246504709668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4933844246504709668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-listened-to-my-heart-before-i-even.html' title='God listened to my heart before I even prayed... :-)'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S8HFQl2MzxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0RZ5ugM2_Hc/s72-c/SIGNATURExoxo285.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-4536249004521241822</id><published>2010-04-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:46:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ok so I was born a ponderer. Or a thinker? Or maybe it developed as I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When I was young, my grandma always told me that the world would end in the year 2000. So when I was maybe 6 or 7, I used to always look out the window and wondered how the world would end, and what I should do to survive given different scenarios... what age I should marry so at least I'll be married when the world ends... la la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in college, I moved to the big city.. and I realized that the world wasn't really going to end in 2000. My questions and pondering shifted to other stuff. I loved random trivia... I still treasure my old books like "Why Are Dog's Noses Wet?" and "Why Do Clocks Run Clockwise?" where I found trivia like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is a manhole round?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Because it's the ideal size to fit a man (nope, not only that...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Because a round manhole cover wouldn't fall inside even if it's turned sideways. Unlike if it's a square manhole where the square cover could accidentally fall in diagonally. (aha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you know that if you fill a sink with water and pull the plug, the direction wherein the water is drained is opposite in the other side of the world (North Pole and South Pole)... and the same goes for some types of toilets when you flush them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's true, but useless trivia such as these do amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I learned that my hubby's Lolo (grandfather) has a habit of asking waiters the difference among &lt;i&gt;Mineral Water, Distilled Water, &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; Purified Water..&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I suddenly felt that we'd get along well! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is??!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I guess my point is... expect more trivia and pondering posts here... &amp;nbsp;I created this blog anyway with Europe and the "manhole trivia" in mind. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S74GzMzle1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0RaXgGnpmzw/s1600/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S74GzMzle1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0RaXgGnpmzw/s320/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-4536249004521241822?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4536249004521241822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4536249004521241822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4536249004521241822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S74GzMzle1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0RaXgGnpmzw/s72-c/SIGNATURExoxo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-3439793227374187428</id><published>2010-04-08T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:08:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have been trained by Nancy Drew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I grew up with a lot of questions.. why? how? but why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My best friend doesn't like watching certain types of movies with me, especially Sci-Fi - cuz I never get contented with explanations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe I should put the blame on my Nancy Drew book collection. I've developed a "detective" mindset. Which comes in handy, by the way. I think I've sort of sharpened my 6th sense (a.k.a intuition). I do have the knack of knowing if I can trust a person or not (so far). And there were quite a number of times I had my personal theories on people and situations proven true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Here are some cases (no Facebook investigations involved, ok. haha):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby's Auntie (after a vacation abroad/reunion): Ohhh there's something you have to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Oh my goodness... &amp;nbsp;somebody's courting Kim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: Huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Auntie: How'd you know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: .... Jake.. It's Jake...?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Auntie: HOW DID YOU KNOW?!!!!! NOBODY'S SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: I don't know.. I just guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby (when we were selling some stuff): I seem to trust this guy. He's serious about buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Uhmm.. I could be wrong but I don't trust him. I think he'll back out at the last minute. Let's just give it to the next buyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: Look, he already gave the deposit. He'll pay in full on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: I don't know. He's gonna back out. I can feel it. He's gonna back out on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;And on Friday... he backed out, got his refund, and got away with a book hubby lent him coz he "trusted" him enough. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: Ohh, guess what, Mark's ex-gf (whom I met once, a couple of years back) is attending the same seminar as he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: She's doing that because she wants him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: No.. she has a new guy already, that's why they broke up... And he has a new girlfriend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: No, I swear she wants him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: Unlikely.They're just friends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;After a few days...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hubby: Guess what. She just told him she wanted him back. That's why she joined the seminar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Told you so. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Weird... and&amp;nbsp;FUNNN! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno.. when I was still a student, I used to have the habit of trying to choose answers in a test based on how my nose "tingles" when I look at the choices.. (LOL!) sort of my personal &lt;i&gt;Eenie Meenie Miny Mo&lt;/i&gt;. Hilarious, I know! It could be just a coincidence, but I've actually passed some exams &amp;nbsp;because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. I just did it again last week for a written exam (with Geography questions) for a job.. and I passed! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-3439793227374187428?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3439793227374187428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-trained-by-nancy-drew-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/3439793227374187428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/3439793227374187428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-trained-by-nancy-drew-i-think.html' title='I must have been trained by Nancy Drew...'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-8542959960375735062</id><published>2010-04-07T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:59:15.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Introduce "Me"? Let me count the ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7yB5GZoMAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7IWlGkKuGE8/s400/how+do+i.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;eriously.. this started as an answer to the "About Me" section in my other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifeyness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. I couldn't decide on how to describe myself best so I just decided to skip the trivial parts...&amp;nbsp;Then it got too long.. and I felt it didn't make sense to write about this. But at the same time it makes a lot of sense if I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So it went to this blog. Perfect. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;My name is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm 30 and I'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm on Facebook and I'm hooked to some games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm a housewife living in Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I used to work in&amp;nbsp;a bank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I love a lot of things. I love m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just call me "Tee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is here in Dubai with hubby and me... We are happy together but there is this void.&amp;nbsp;And it's because -&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;huge chunk&amp;nbsp;is with my parents in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and another&amp;nbsp;in SFO with my sisses and family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;nagging bit is in Europe simply because my soul seems to belong there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A part is with&amp;nbsp;God and heaven with all my departed loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A big piece has turned into fervent prayer that my family is healthy and safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A portion is in the future, our dreams,&amp;nbsp;that we're trying to&amp;nbsp;build with care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;as well as in the past where I&amp;nbsp;remember good memories with a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and revisit some learned lessons that could serve as a guide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A sweet little section belongs to my dogs-&amp;nbsp;and why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A part is with my country and yes, my countrymen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A piece is with my friends whom I miss back home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and for new friends that we're happy to have known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A sizable chunk is with my other loved ones, relatives, and those dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;chunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little part is&amp;nbsp;left of me.. for myself.. my choices... my wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew! I think I just made some sort of poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And clearly, there is something I&amp;nbsp;must work on. ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If people introduced themselves this way, wouldn't the world be a simpler place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you know me. May I know who you are? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7x4dfU53kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hOcwx7-k6BI/s1600/SIGNATURExoxo285.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; color: black; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7x4dfU53kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hOcwx7-k6BI/s320/SIGNATURExoxo285.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-8542959960375735062?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8542959960375735062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-i-introduce-me-let-me-count-ways.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/8542959960375735062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/8542959960375735062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-i-introduce-me-let-me-count-ways.html' title='How Do I Introduce &quot;Me&quot;? Let me count the ways...'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7yB5GZoMAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7IWlGkKuGE8/s72-c/how+do+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-7552720473975727824</id><published>2010-04-05T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:01:24.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Q's:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When you're old and grey, where would you say "yes"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Have I pursued my passions enough and experienced everything I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. Have I spent enough time with my loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. Have I loved enough to even be torn between the two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just a thought... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7zkiD7UJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pj7yru5ytoA/s1600/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7zkiD7UJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pj7yru5ytoA/s320/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-7552720473975727824?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7552720473975727824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-old-and-grey-which-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/7552720473975727824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/7552720473975727824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-old-and-grey-which-do-you.html' title='3 Q&apos;s:'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7zkiD7UJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pj7yru5ytoA/s72-c/SIGNATURExoxo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-5377143522669076595</id><published>2010-04-05T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:41:46.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe is on my mind... always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;hayyy... every bone in my body is yearning for Europe.. if i had no other concerns in life, i would have moved to Europe a long time ago, pursuing a career in a museum or something, trying odd jobs (in a local cafe, or a patisserie, or a farm, anything....) drinking in all the cultures and history.. exploring all the royal crown jewels and knights armors.. the architecture, the parks, the monuments, the sculptures, the castles, the paintings, the traditions, the food... just travelling.. travelling.. travelling until I have satisfied this thirst for knowledge and experience ;-) a nomadic lifestyle is very tempting to me.. but my family is more valuable than anything. i wish i was free and courageous to do this when i was 18.. or 20.. then maybe by now it would have been time to go home.. to my parents and to my home country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... maybe it's time for some serious talk with hubby so that in 5 years time we could look back and say "yes, we spent the past 5 years just the way we wanted".. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for life. I may be hungry for a lot of things but thank you God with all my heart for my family (sisses and inlaws incl. of course) and friends.. especially for my parents.. they are far from being very healthy but I cannot thank You enough that they are still here, still able to enjoy life, though sadly without all their children... Thank You for my hubby, for all the love, and for all the opportunities that You've been giving us... Thank you that I am able to thank you. It means I am blessed with the gift of finding simple joys. I pray that you continue to bless and take care of my loved ones.. You know who they are.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter! :-)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7rqgp6CjnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_H5KZrH5H-4/s1600/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7rqgp6CjnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_H5KZrH5H-4/s320/SIGNATURExoxo2.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-5377143522669076595?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5377143522669076595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/europe-is-on-my-mind-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/5377143522669076595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/5377143522669076595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2010/04/europe-is-on-my-mind-always.html' title='Europe is on my mind... always.'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S7rqgp6CjnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_H5KZrH5H-4/s72-c/SIGNATURExoxo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625235152440358039.post-4408401359556048811</id><published>2008-11-05T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T05:48:00.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Obama Victory Left Me Teary-Eyed (and it's not about him Or McCain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b0b0b0; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A repost from my previous blogsite:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXIUUOCkI/AAAAAAAAALc/pamFrhOpRP0/s1600/obama1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXIUUOCkI/AAAAAAAAALc/pamFrhOpRP0/s320/obama1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXOrr1SAI/AAAAAAAAALk/E9dv2BHVyCc/s1600/obama2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXOrr1SAI/AAAAAAAAALk/E9dv2BHVyCc/s320/obama2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXUAWJ6zI/AAAAAAAAALs/UWWzWSgC96Q/s1600/obama3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXUAWJ6zI/AAAAAAAAALs/UWWzWSgC96Q/s320/obama3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;You know, I never really followed this whole Obama-McCain brouhaha, but being a housewife has left me with so much time spent glued on the TV. Finally, at the last minute, I was bitten by the election bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;When I woke up this morning, my first concern was to check who won the election. I was fortunate enough to watch Obama’s Victory Speech from the beginning. Some of you might disagree with me, but I was really moved by his speech, and I thought it all made sense. It wasn’t about who won over who, or who proved that the other one was a less powerful person, or who had more money for the campaign… It was all about UNITY. And realizations about my country, the Philippines, left me teary-eyed. (Yes, I do get affected by politics sometimes… &amp;nbsp;Back home, I used to read the newspaper from cover to cover and watch the news everyday.) I actually felt that his speech should be addressed to the Filipino people too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;OBAMA: “This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;It can’t happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We have a tendency to demand for instant changes. Somehow, people expect that change of leadership is always our only salvation.. But the truth is, change can never happen overnight. Yes, we proved in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that change in leadership could, and did happen overnight.. but we proved over and over, and over again, that true change can never happen “if we go back to the way things were”. And we did go back to the way things were…. corruptions, political bickering, &amp;nbsp;power grabbing, destabilization of the government… and so on and so forth. &amp;nbsp;Truth be told, I don’t think we ever left this path. I agree with my uncle, Cardinal Rosales, that in order for our country to change, we should start by changing ourselves…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;our values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;… because our values dictate our actions and what we become as an individual, as a citizen, and as a country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;OBAMA: “There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won’t agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can’t solve every problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Bravo! An&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that the government can’t solve each and every problem – and not empty promises…. a strong vision that victory will be achieved… an acknowledgement that it takes time to get up and rebuild the nation TOGETHER. A wake up call that it takes heaps of work, effort, and sacrifice to be able to climb up this pinnacle called CHANGE… &amp;nbsp;And I really pray that we all burst this enormous bubble of false hope that a single political action is the instant cure for all our country’s woes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I have observed that in every problem we face, people, especially our politicians, scramble to point fingers at one another…. blaming and destroying each other. No one takes responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I would like to quote this line I first heard in our PSI Seminar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“When you point your finger at someone, remember, there are 3 fingers pointing back at you.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Maybe it’s time to take responsibility for our own actions, the same way that the person beside us, and everyone else in our country should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;OBAMA: “And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it’s been done in America for 221 years — block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I would love to post this on the doors of our politicians who get back at the people who didn’t support them in their candidacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;One time, we travelled (I’m not gonna say where!) and had to cross different towns… We slept through concrete roads for hours, but were jolted out of our sleep by the sudden rough and bumpy dirt they call “road”. This went on for a while, and we were surprised that it led back to a smooth, concrete road. Apparently, the residents of the rough and bumpy area didn’t support the mayor during his candidacy, and the mayor was now getting his sweet little revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;This was a tiny town under the hands of a leader less powerful than those who are always on the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;This kind of power tripping has got to stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;OBAMA:&amp;nbsp;A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Senator McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he’s fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I congratulate him; I congratulate Governor Palin for all that they’ve achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation’s promise in the months ahead.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I dream of this for our country… where candidates concede to the winner in a gracious way. Where the winner acknowledges the defeated’s strengths and efforts, and extends his hand so they can work together for the nation. Why is it that many of our politicians never admit defeat, and often claim to be cheated on in the elections? It’s so hilarious that both parties are accusing each other of cheating. &amp;nbsp;If there’s one thing consistent in what they say, there had been “cheating”. By whose side, we can’t tell. Maybe by both sides, it’s just that one cheated better than the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;If only nobody ever intended to cheat, then there won’t be cheating, right? And if there was honest to goodness “no cheating”, then there wouldn’t be any hullabaloo of throwing evidences against each other… right?? Or maybe… if one’s ego (or greed) isn’t too big, he or she can actually accept the fact that the other candidate won in his own right. Right? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The “Land of Milk and Honey” is calling for, and working towards unity now… and we have been calling for unity in our country for so long. It should not be mistaken for “unity” in revolutions here and there. It should be about the Administration and the Opposition working together for our country’s sake, and not for their own pockets… not for power… not for saving their asses. Haven’t we had enough of this KISS-ASS, KICK-BUTT cycle? One moment they’re together, the next moment they’re destroying each other. Hello??? And here we are, waiting for the BIG CHANGE to fall on our laps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We should all do our part to achieve our country’s victory. As with all goals, our heart should really be in it for us to succeed. Do we really love the Philippines? In our own simple way, we can create change by truly loving our country and by being&amp;nbsp;the best Filipino citizens that we can be… and to continually strive to beat our own selves by “being better than our best”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I look forward to the day when we can proudly set our flag on the pinnacle of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;, and be able to say that we did it. That we, as one people and one country, have finally transcended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Obama often said – “Yes we can!”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;“Of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;course,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we can”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e4d3a6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6625235152440358039-4408401359556048811?l=quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4408401359556048811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-obama-victory-left-me-teary-eyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4408401359556048811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6625235152440358039/posts/default/4408401359556048811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quench-my-thirst.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-obama-victory-left-me-teary-eyed.html' title='Why Obama Victory Left Me Teary-Eyed (and it&apos;s not about him Or McCain)'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11835049663131963572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uwyJ4lgMmw/S-AXIUUOCkI/AAAAAAAAALc/pamFrhOpRP0/s72-c/obama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
