<?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-8816051422759993741</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:45:34.615+08:00</updated><category term='gk'/><category term='tag'/><category term='snowy'/><category term='mine'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='love'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='TraVel'/><category term='la lang'/><category term='question'/><category term='outreach'/><title type='text'>On My OwN</title><subtitle type='html'>honesty, lies, pretentions, imaginations, deceptions, pain, frankness, attractions, luxury, love, hope,friendship.....ahhhh...streets are full of strangers,,,,yet life is so damn beautiful!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3668589421687409963</id><published>2011-12-11T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:50:48.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is so special?</title><content type='html'>it's 2:40 am and my eyes are still up. omg! as if do not worry that they are puyat last night plus had a very busy and occupied day today.,..(ah yesterday na pala un..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 10 was the wedding day of my dearest cousin aloy&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 10 also the 50th golden birthday of my tita nancy&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 10 also the Global One Praise concert sa SFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish they were scheduled on a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah forgot to mention that Dec. 10 is sweldo day also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is so special?&lt;br /&gt;because I am special&lt;br /&gt;and they are all special to me&lt;br /&gt;and God made this day truly full of celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3668589421687409963?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3668589421687409963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3668589421687409963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3668589421687409963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3668589421687409963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-so-special.html' title='what is so special?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8915230568506485894</id><published>2010-04-19T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:36:11.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday 4-18-10</title><content type='html'>In every decision we make, it is us who makes the choices. It is us to blame on the outcome, because it is our own will who decides what’s best for ourselves. But humans are sensitive and make mistakes. Humans cannot comprehend all the tribulations of the earth. And dealing with our neighborhood is much harder than dealing with any kind of God’s creation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Depression occurs when we can no longer absorb all this motion. When we choose to shut up, it is when the hurt cut deep in our hearts. Sometimes when we choose to be voiceless, it is where the unsolicited notion resounds. We talk to ourselves and to our friends, not knowing that we referred to the angels and demons we imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not known his actions and reactions. I am not aware of his life, all I know is he is normal just like me. I have approached him not knowing that his depression is attacking him. It is during our prayers, when he uttered his prayer that I only understand his behavior. It is during our prayers that I was enlightened. I felt guilty though, but good thing about it, it awaken me of how great blessing God has poured in me. Through it, my awareness of reality broadens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also during our prayer that one brother revealed that he hasn’t visited his mom at the provincial jail for ten years. The brother is funny and very helpful. It was a shock to me to hear of his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is during mingling with our neighborhood that we tend to understand life, it is when reality unlocks. We were not all born on the same level and on the same time for us to appreciate and empathize with our fellow. In pursuit of our happiness, we stumble and frustrate, in doing so may we hold on to His promise that he will not leave us. He will cast the burdens we carry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8915230568506485894?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8915230568506485894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8915230568506485894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8915230568506485894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8915230568506485894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-4-11-10.html' title='sunday 4-18-10'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4036092316683939161</id><published>2009-11-24T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:25:11.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Swtdk1vOJVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4v0LTemsFyo/s1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Swtdk1vOJVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4v0LTemsFyo/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407518665070224722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her baked lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her tinola.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her touch.&lt;br /&gt;seven years of not having her by my side...&lt;br /&gt;many sleepless nights and only her voice could calm me..&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be fine..&lt;br /&gt;if God permit, I'll be seeing her next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my snowy.&lt;br /&gt;oopss, she's not a person though.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss taking her to the vet...&lt;br /&gt;i miss walking her to the park...&lt;br /&gt;if only i have more spare time...&lt;br /&gt;on monday is holiday, perhaps then...&lt;br /&gt;if i permit, just like old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okei, i'm thinking of him..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't miss him..&lt;br /&gt;him, whose laugh linger on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;could that be possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS..&lt;br /&gt;NOT....&lt;br /&gt;YES...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just want to be &lt;br /&gt;with someone who appreciates me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4036092316683939161?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4036092316683939161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4036092316683939161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4036092316683939161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4036092316683939161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-this.html' title='i miss this'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Swtdk1vOJVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4v0LTemsFyo/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-826036144718964470</id><published>2009-09-26T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:01:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when nature strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kailan ba ako na stranded sa baha at traffic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una - noong ginagawa ang nlex. pauwi ako ng probinsya noon. from north edsa hanggang balintawak, 5 hours ang byahe. kung makikipagkarera ang pagong sa bus na sinasakyan ko, pupusta ako mauuna pa syang makakarating sa finish line. ang tindi ng traffic, bumaha sa expressway dahil noong panahon na iyon eh under rennovation ito. so i decided na bumalik sa opisina at doon na lang matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa - hindi ako taga manila, hindi ako nag-aral sa ust, feu o ue, pero naranasan ko ng maglakad mula ust hanggang rotonda na ang baha eh lagpas sa tuhod. takot na takot at nanginginig ako noon. it was my first time, tsaka hindi ako sanay sa lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlo - eto, si bagyong ondoy.noong una hindi ako makapaniwala kapag kinukwento ng mga kaopisina ko na lagpas tao daw ang tubig sa ibang lansangan. napaka exagge naman ng kwento sambit ko sa kanila. pero, magmula opisina, kitang kita namin ang not moving na mga sasakyan sa daan. bus, truck, kotse... lahat walang magawa kundi maghintay na magsubside ang tubig baha. dahil tapat lang ng opisina ang mall, we decided na magpalipas oras doon. pagdating doon ang daming tao sa labas - nakaupo, nakatayo, nakahiga, babae, lalaki, pamilya, magbabarkada..lahat stranded at kabilang kami doon. kaibahan lang sa kanila, bumalik kami ng opisina dahil doon may pagkain, upuan, higaan, airconditioned, at may wash room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng kasama ko "may sasakyan tayo, may pera tayo pero hindi tayo makauwi. wala tayong magawa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totoo, pagdating sa ganitong mga sitwasyon, mayaman ka man o mahirap wala kang magawa when nature strikes. sa tv pinapakita kung gaano kataas ang tubig baha. ang iba sa bubong na bahay na sila nagstay dahil umabot na hanggang second floor ang tubig. makati, quezon city, manila, pasig, marikina, rizal...walang ligtas sa tubig baha. 1st floor, second floor or third floor man yang bahay nyo, inabot pa rin ng baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang buwan na konsumo daw ng ulan ang binuhos ni ondoy ayon sa pag-asa. napakalakas nya, ang dami nyang baon na tubig. hindi ba nya alam na sobra sobra na tayo sa tubig baha...i feel blessed dahil walang baha sa lugar namin, pero sobrang depressing ang napapanood kong balita sa tv, oh ondoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga after the storm there's a rainbow, and the sun will shine again..&lt;br /&gt;may it shine so bright tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-826036144718964470?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/826036144718964470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=826036144718964470' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/826036144718964470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/826036144718964470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-nature-strikes.html' title='when nature strikes'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-9051648462430649698</id><published>2009-09-04T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:04:50.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a dream</title><content type='html'>It was easy to tell, I’m not a swimmer. My hand grasp firmly on each edge of the pool. My body soaked in the warm liquid and I let my feet enjoy the movement of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down and see how pure and clear the water is. From my position, I could vividly see how deep it was too. Oh inviting, slowly I moved my body, in its own modest way embracing the stillness the water offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in control I thought, but it was also that moment that I realized my hands bit by bit is slipping away. “I can’t swim, I will be drowned” i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;No one is prepared, no one see the vision. I tried to hold on tightly but my body made no move. Through my feet, I tried to reach the bottom of the pool, but I forgot that the water is as deep as the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, I shouted but no one is hearing me. I would die, and it’s unavoidable echoed in my mind. Soon, my body was quickly but smoothly moving down....down...but amidst the incidence I felt peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I took advantage of the calm to think and ponder all the blessings that God has bestowed on me, for all the teachings He thought and for the opportunity to experience life. I’ve seen &amp; heard it all with perfect clarity as I utter…”Lord take me in, I’m ready to die”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-9051648462430649698?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/9051648462430649698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=9051648462430649698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9051648462430649698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9051648462430649698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-dream.html' title='it was a dream'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-1696066356866733053</id><published>2009-08-29T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:30:51.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>status</title><content type='html'>One day, as I was browsing my fb account I decided to changed my status into a in a relationship. Soon, friends commented and asked me to fill in the missing story. I was quiet about it and never did I express any details on how, why, where and when. He is my first bf, so I guess it stir eagerness in them to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chitchat vastly spread among my relatives too. Whenever I speak with them, they would begin and end our conversation on giving me advices about this relationship. I’ve mentioned him to my mom and dad. Yes, just mention. Then, what makes me hold back in introducing him to my family? I should know, of course. There are some issues that needs to elucidate, some information that needs to refine. The relationship started so fast, and so some process where put behind. But the fact that I feel bothered means that something is wrong………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes me hang on this complicated relationship? Do I sympathize with him, or was just I’m too thrilled by the attention he gives? I let the bold me cross the threshold……but I should also let the bold me discern if God will delight in me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-1696066356866733053?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1696066356866733053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=1696066356866733053' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1696066356866733053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1696066356866733053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/08/status.html' title='status'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4136827532891390154</id><published>2009-07-29T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:28:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kailangan lang ng break</title><content type='html'>this past few days i've been very busy doing office work and organizing an event. and that situation inhibit me from doing my usual life routine - gym, movies, dining out, coffee, family, friends. so when friends and family asked me "why are you not responding to my text messages, have you received any" "aren't you coming home?" my one and only answer i give them is that "i'm busy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im busy,,,,&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to be alone and think and ponder....&lt;br /&gt;and when im back to my self ill be home soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy for what? i sometimes question myself. i believe that there is time for everything. and time God has given us should be used fruitfully and accordingly. then why am i acting as if i don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just an excuse to put behind some worries and focused on what makes you feel good or what makes you at a distance. that there's so much going on in your mind that cannot handle another burn out. or is it an excuse to hide your weaknesses? another task is in your hand that you are anxious you might not be an efficient leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats our plan? arent we supposed to do this? we need an activity." i recall telling this to my brother in christ, now that they have offered me to lead parang natakot ako sa responsibilidad. this are houses to build, kids to teach, and a community to recreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday would be our first activity. we will paint the wall and play with the kids, i am excited but my heart still beat in a high-speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my child, it's not your duty to change the world. you are my instrument, just plant and plant and continue to plant the faith....and i'll do the rest" i hear you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga sa commercial ni pareng robin padilla, kailangan lang ng break para mapansin. haiisttt..tugma ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4136827532891390154?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4136827532891390154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4136827532891390154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4136827532891390154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4136827532891390154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/07/kailangan-lang-ng-break.html' title='kailangan lang ng break'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4205080695696411857</id><published>2009-07-06T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:45:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess diary</title><content type='html'>Women are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They long to be loved, &lt;br /&gt;they long to be romanced, &lt;br /&gt;they long to be rescued,&lt;br /&gt;they long to be pursued, &lt;br /&gt;they long to be beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;and they long to be needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4205080695696411857?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4205080695696411857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4205080695696411857' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4205080695696411857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4205080695696411857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/07/princess-diary.html' title='princess diary'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6808389719845324982</id><published>2009-06-29T18:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:42:18.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reduce stress</title><content type='html'>it's been what, 3 weeks? but i still can't get over you. everytime na naiisip kita, minsan napapaiyak pa rin ako. huh! im sure nakangiti ka habang nakatingin ka sa amin noh..parang nakikita ko na dimple mo...natatawa ka siguro noh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, hindi ako makatulog mag isa sa room ko. hindi ako makatulog sa lights off. pero minsan im whispering na sana dumalaw ka sa panaginip ko, na sana yakapin mo ako ng mahighpit...pero joke lang yun, kaya huwag mong seryosohin ah...&lt;br /&gt;i know you're your at peace nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, im better now compare during the first week. alam ko, gusto mo laging happy dibah. soon, i will realized completely why your life has to be sacrificed. i dont want to force myself, kasi it will haunt me parin eh...&lt;br /&gt;"midinan ya ring mayap a oras" sabi mu pin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listed below are guidelines para maging smooth ang paghinga natin..hehehe..actually, alam na natin ang mga ito, but sometimes kailangan katukin at i remind ang ating isip at puso...so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray. &lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bed on time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.&lt;br /&gt;5. Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life.&lt;br /&gt;7. Less is more.. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.&lt;br /&gt;10. Take one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;18. Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;19. Get organized so everything has its place.&lt;br /&gt;20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot.. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people.&lt;br /&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.&lt;br /&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;27. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;28. Laugh some more!&lt;br /&gt;29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).&lt;br /&gt;31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).&lt;br /&gt;32. Sit on your ego.&lt;br /&gt;33. Talk less; listen more.&lt;br /&gt;34. Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;36. Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU. "If God is for us, who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6808389719845324982?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6808389719845324982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6808389719845324982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6808389719845324982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6808389719845324982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/reduce-stress.html' title='reduce stress'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5979072548165710077</id><published>2009-06-18T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:20:56.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><title type='text'>IN PAIN</title><content type='html'>I went to the gym…my usual routine. 8:30-9:30 combat time! A group exercise where we kick and punch. And yeah, how I enjoy every minute of that exercise. I positioned myself, soon enough we began the exercise.  Hindi ko maintindihan ang katawan ko kung bakit at that time wala sa mood. At around 9:10 lumipat ako sa likod, at umupo. May isang lalaki lumapit sa akin “huwag kang umupo, baka mahilo ka” sympre alam ko ang rule na iyon, sus. After a few breath, nag join na ako sa exercise kaso ilang Segundo lang umaalis ako..until I decided na umuwi na. niyaya kona kaibigan ko na umuwi. Habang naglalakad papunta sa locker room, nasambit ko sa aking kaibigan na “its so weird, nag eenjoy ako sa combat, bakit ngayon parang wala ako sa mood. Ive been doing the exercise for almost 2 years na ngayon lang nangyari sa akin ito”. i changed shirt then tumuloy sa grocey para bumili ng ingredients for spaghetti..(hehe I was craving for pasta eh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached home, pinrepare kona spaghetti. Kahit gabi, talaga naman nagluto ako. I started eating at past 12midnight. Reading the breaking dawn while eating. I look at the clock, 1:30am nah. I should be sleeping by now. So weird. Feeling ko may nakatingin sa akin, feeling ko may dumadaan sa likod ko. Tumitingin ako sa salamin every now and then. So weird. Gusto ko ng matulog pero parang hindi ako inaantok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I received two text messages. Hindi ko muna binasa. Sabi ko, mamya na lang kapag nasa taxi na. Pagsakay ko, binuksan ko inbox, then read muna isang message from a friend, then sinunod ko ung isa…..ooohhhh nohhhh…this can’t be sabi ko sa sarili ko. Hindi pwede. I scroll down hoping to read a words saying..no, he’s fine. No, it was not him. I dialed the sender’s number pero di sya sumasagot. Pagdating ko sa office, they confirmed to me what happened. No, can’t be. Until I spoke to a friend, saying he’s gone…………oh my! He is too young. Kasama lang naming sya last Friday..we’re supposed to have breakfast nung Sunday, kaso hindi na ako lumabas. Oh noh!!! noong gabing iyon, noong oras na ako ay nasa gym, same time ng maaksidente sila, ng dalhin sya sa hospital, ng sabihing wala na syang buhay...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nasa office ako, naiimagine ko face nya. Minsan natutulala ako. Hindi ako makapaniwala, shock till now. Umuwi ako kahapon, mas masakit pala ang makita ka na lying, resting in peace forever. Pinigilan ko ang mga luha, pinigilan kong titigan ka, pero ang damdamin ayaw magsinungaling, unti unti itong bumigay.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit. Biglaan ang pangyayari. Lahat hindi makapaniwala. Maraming mga katanungan.  Bakit? Paano? Bakit? kung sana, kung sana? Paulit ulit na bumubulong sa isip at puso. Pero in the end, we need to accept that it happened. That you are now in heaven. it takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Bye nards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5979072548165710077?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5979072548165710077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5979072548165710077' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5979072548165710077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5979072548165710077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-pain.html' title='IN PAIN'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8393156380502265608</id><published>2009-06-07T11:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:04:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si cj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sizhgik76rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/S_YyxwqhEpc/s1600-h/cj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sizhgik76rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/S_YyxwqhEpc/s320/cj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344894806935726770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala ko, tuwing nakikita ko siya sa daan, sinisigaw ko ang pangalan nya sabay lapit sa kanya at ikikiss sa cheek at ihuhug ko. bata pa sya noon, nasa elementarya pa, ako nasa high school (oh, huwag mag-isip ng malisya) mga kaibigan ko ang mga kapatid nya. malimit akong umuwi ng probinsya pero naglalakad man sya, nakasakay sa motor basta makita sya ng dalawang mata ko isisigaw at isisigaw ko pangalan nya..cjjjjjjj...lingon sya sakin at bibigyan ako ng isang ngiti.&lt;br /&gt;nakasanayan ko na iyon, kaya kahit ngayon medyo nadagdagan na ang edad ko at edad nya, ginagawa ko pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkita kami noong sabado ng gabi. nagtatampo daw sa akin. una, hindi ko maintidihan pero habang sinasambit nya ang rason kung bakit, doon lang naging malinaw sa akin ang lahat. may 31, 2009 nagcelebrate sya ng kanyang 20th birthday. at dahil every year binabati ko sya, at dahil naging malapit ako sa kanya, ninais nyang i-celebrate yon na kasama ako. inabangan daw nya ako, kung kaya't nang makita ako dali dali  binigkas nya pangalan ko pero walang ingay na lumabas sa kanyang bibig dahil napansin nyang nakabihis ako at dali dali ding sumakay ng tricycle. nalungkot daw  sya at nanghinayang. gusto pa naman daw nyang makilala ko ang kanyang girlfriend, gusto nyang maging saksi ako sa kung ano man kahihitnan ng kanilang relasyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pagsigaw ko sa pangalan nya tuwing nakikita ko sya, ang paghalik sa pisngi at paghug ko sa kanya ay hindi lang isang gesture or isang hobby ko bagkus isang paalala sa kanya na mahal ko sya na parang isang bunsong kapatid. siguro, ganoon din nararamdaman nya kaya ganoon na lamang ang paulit ulit nyang pagsambit na nagtatampo sya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cj, belated happy birthday sa iyo. bawi ako next year.&lt;br /&gt;remember sabi ko..bata kapa, take time okay sa alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8393156380502265608?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8393156380502265608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8393156380502265608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8393156380502265608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8393156380502265608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-cj.html' title='si cj'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sizhgik76rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/S_YyxwqhEpc/s72-c/cj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5557671790460800767</id><published>2009-06-04T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:06:29.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outreach'/><title type='text'>mission: GK</title><content type='html'>And I always believe that we are here on earth not to live para sa sarili at pamilya lang, but to share to our neighbors to whatever help we can extend. Returning all the blessings that God has given us. A help doesn’t mean financial donation, it could be a simple as following the traffic rules o kaya just doing good deeds. Minsan kasi tayo complain ng complain, but we forgot to ask ourselves..ako ba, ano ba ginagawa ko to make this world a better place to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may opportunity na pwede akong makatulong especially sa community where I belong, talaga naman….excited ang puso ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my fellow sfc – we went to pampanga para magbigay ng munting regalo sa mga batang mag-uumpisa na sa kanilang pag-aaral. Notebook, pad, pencil, ballpen, crayons. It was my second time to be in that place, pero each has different impact in my life. Iba, iba ang pakiramdam kapag nakatulong ka. Helping without expecting anything in return. Minsan iniisip ko kulang pa,,kulang pa ang tulong na binibigay ko,..and I’m yearning for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5557671790460800767?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5557671790460800767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5557671790460800767' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5557671790460800767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5557671790460800767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-gk.html' title='mission: GK'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8975385680911597868</id><published>2009-06-01T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:00:13.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood: happy!</title><content type='html'>Reason: hindi dahil uminom ako ng enervon c na vitamin, hindi rin dahil happee toothpaste ang gamit ko kundi ang puso ko ay tumitibok tibok…..ayyyy,,hindi dahil natagpuan ko na ang aking pag-ibig kundi at long last for 8 years or long pa(!?) I haven’t talk to a friend eh finally the cold war has ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa mga circumstances na nangyari sa aming paligid, naging mailap kami sa isa’t isa. Pero noong nakaraan gabi, siguro si Lord gusto nang maibsan ang bigat na aking nararamdaman, it was time for us to forget all the bad things happened, time for us to mend the broken heart (naks naman!!!...as if).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympre dahil sa sobrang tagal na naming hindi nag-uusap, ayun reminisce kami ng past. 8 years na no talk, omg! Tlga…I didn’t recognize her voice, parang naging mature na, pero soft spoken pa rin. She has one son na, though everybody thinks napag-iwanan na nila ako (eh ok lang, kapag ako nagkaroon ng baby, eh luma na yung baby nila nun…hahahahah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyyy……tagal ko ring hinintay na maging malapit kami muli sa isa’t isa. Gosh, I miss her! She is one friend na talagang I cherished. Hindi naman kami actually nag-away, yung mga nakapaligid lang sa amin…hayyy mahabang kwento un, kaya since okei na kami, nevermind na na lang. I know hindi na maibabalik yung dati naming bonding sa isa’t isa pero still, atleast I am at peace na with myself and with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you! Mmmuuuahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8975385680911597868?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8975385680911597868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8975385680911597868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8975385680911597868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8975385680911597868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-happy.html' title='Mood: happy!'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2423990671412555558</id><published>2009-05-09T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:22:16.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>gat tag gat</title><content type='html'>Hello world! Hello phillipines!&lt;br /&gt;Tutal, weekend naman….at pahinga days ko. Iiwan ko sa inyo itong tag na galing kay  mareng jen (hirap akong ispelingan pangalan mo mare..actually..heheh). bahala na kayo kung babasahin nyo o hindi...pero kung mahaba naman oras mo, eh sige na basahin mo na...hehehe..sya sya sya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten things you wish you could say to 10 different people right now&lt;br /&gt;(don't tell us who it is)&lt;br /&gt;1. " God is good, all the time"&lt;br /&gt;2. “mind your own business”&lt;br /&gt;3. "goodluck"&lt;br /&gt;4. "Minahal mo ba ako?”&lt;br /&gt;5. “magbayad ka ng utang!"&lt;br /&gt;6. "duh! We’re just friends"&lt;br /&gt;7. "it’s alright..no problem"&lt;br /&gt;8.”na naman..ako na lang parati, ako ako ako”&lt;br /&gt; 9. “where is my honey pie sugar pie?”&lt;br /&gt;10. “kain tayo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine things about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Suplada (hhmmppp)&lt;br /&gt;2. mataray (eh, ano ngayon!?)&lt;br /&gt;3. maingay&lt;br /&gt;4. Tahimik (sympre di naman pwede lagging maingay eh noh)&lt;br /&gt;7.matakaw (habang may pera, kumain ng kumain..)&lt;br /&gt;8.kuripot (global crisis noh)&lt;br /&gt;9. maarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight ways to win your heart:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dalhan ako ng paborito kong cake&lt;br /&gt;2. ipagluto ng breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. talk to me during late nights&lt;br /&gt;4.talk to me during mornings&lt;br /&gt;5. talk to me during afternoon&lt;br /&gt;6. Sabayan mo ako sa pag wowork out&lt;br /&gt;7. linisin ang buong bahay namin &lt;br /&gt;8. Maging thoughtful sa aking magulang… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things you want to happen to you before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Magka baby….&lt;br /&gt;2. Magka pamilya&lt;br /&gt;3. mabigyan ng bahay at negosyo ang aking pamilya&lt;br /&gt; 4 Makabili ng mini coaster…para may service ang mga angkan ko kapag naglalakwatsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. malibot lahat ng isla sa pinas kasama ang mommy ko!&lt;br /&gt;6. Makapagpa-aral ng mga bata &lt;br /&gt;7. .makapag volunteer sa ngo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wer na is 6? :D hinahanap ko rin, actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five turn offs:&lt;br /&gt;1. smoker&lt;br /&gt;2. lasenggo&lt;br /&gt;3. sugarol&lt;br /&gt;4. tahimik&lt;br /&gt;5. marumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four turn ons:&lt;br /&gt;1. smile&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalog&lt;br /&gt;3. malinis&lt;br /&gt;4. muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three smileys that describe your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. :D so blessed I cant contain it, so much I got to give it away &lt;br /&gt;2. :-) life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt; 3. :-x less talk, less mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things you wish you never did:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang balewalahin sya&lt;br /&gt;2. At balewalahin ang sarili ko…duh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one confession:&lt;br /&gt;hayyyy..confession…ayaw ko nga baka isumbong nyo pa ako sa daddy ko..hehehhe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at..ipapasa ko naman it okay…mareng &lt;a href="http://mapanuringpanitik.blogspot.com/"&gt;azel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cemaesbay.blogspot.com/"&gt;tita eds&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.staceyavenue.com/"&gt;stacey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susunod….haba haba ito, I know. Pero konti na lang, matatapos kana…o sya, pagpatuloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mga saksayan sa buhay mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeep&lt;/span&gt;-“ma, para po”. Natutuwa ako kapag sumasakay ako ng jeep. Minsan pa nga nagkakasala ako sa pagtingin tingin sa ibat’t ibang mukha sa loob ng jeep. Usually kasi tuwing gabi pauwi sa bahay ko sinasakyan yan eh. Wala ng init, at dina rin halata ang pollution. Madalas na makakasabay mo yung mga galing sa trabaho..malamang kilala na ako ng mga driver at caller dun, kasi lagi at araw araw dun lang me sumasakay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus&lt;/span&gt;- I hate buses! Minsan na akong naligaw ng first time kong sumakay ng bus sa metro city. Tsaka ayaw ko yung nakikipagsiksakan sa bus, at yung nakatayo dahil puno na at wala ng maupuan. Tsaka ayaw ko ang amoy ng bus, nahihilo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bike na de padyak&lt;/span&gt;– natumba-tumba muna ako bago ako natutong magbike. Nung bata ako, tinatakas ko pa ito para lang mag-aral kung paano sumampa at pumadyak…heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bike na de motor&lt;/span&gt;- tuwing weekend, tuwing umuuwi ako ng probinsya, kasali sa iterinary ko ang sakyan ito. Lalo na kapag gabi, malamig ang simoy ng hanging kapag itinodo to the highest level ang pag arangkada dito. matagal na rin serbisyu nito sa akin, sa amin ng kaibigan ko. Actually, kapag nakaipon ako bibili ako ng isa pa…yung mas malaki,.,.heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane&lt;/span&gt; – first time kong mag Philippine airlines nung nakakuha ako ng free travel sa hongkong galing sa kumpanyang aking pinaglilingkuran. Sympre, exciting ang drama kahit na medyo kabado. At sana marami pa akong travel na gagawin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taxi&lt;/span&gt;- ahhh…I can’t live without taxi. Every morning yan ang aking sinasakyan papuntang opisina. At yan din ang aking sinasakyan tuwing makikipagkita ako sa mga kaibigan. May mga numbers pa ako ng mga operator, para kapag tinatamad akong lumabas para mag-abang ng taxi, mega call ako….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kotse ni papang&lt;/span&gt; – noong college ako, hatid sundo ako sa kotse ni papang. Nung magtrabaho ako, minsan sumasabay pa ako sa kanya, lalo na kapag wala me pera pang taxi,,nyahahahaha. Pero minsan may nagcomment sa akin…..”kailan namin kaya makikitang ibang lalaki naman ang magsundo at hatid sa iyo at hindi ang papang mo”,,hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Company Service&lt;/span&gt;- iba iba kasi eh, kaya no particular car. Iba iba, kaya iba iba rin ang amoy..heheheh. Sinasakyan kapag bumibista sa ibang opisina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung umabot ka hanggang dito, ehhh salamay sa pagtyatyaga mo..mabuhay ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at..ipapasa ko naman ito,,parehas pa rin kay… mareng &lt;a href="http://mapanuringpanitik.blogspot.com/"&gt;azel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cemaesbay.blogspot.com/"&gt;tita eds&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.staceyavenue.com/"&gt;stacey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2423990671412555558?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2423990671412555558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2423990671412555558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2423990671412555558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2423990671412555558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/05/gat-tag-gat.html' title='gat tag gat'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-724100133009492521</id><published>2009-05-06T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:24:02.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine'/><title type='text'>toli 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"WHEN I LET GO OF WHAT I AM, I BECOME WHAT I MIGHT BE"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...-lao tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may pagka wild and adventurous ako...i want to be free! ang drama ko..kaya minsan, natatakot ako sa sarili ko. dahil kapag ginusto kong gawin, magagawa ko...sabagay kapag gusto may paraan, kapag ayaw maraming dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, guided by the values i've learned hindi ako nang-aapak ng tao, hindi ako manggagamit ng kapwa just to satisfy my pleasure. maraming pagkakataon na sinubok ang aking pagkatao. huh! pagkatapos kong itaboy ang isang makamundong bagay, may panibagong alay na pilit na lumalason sa aking natitirang katinuan. pero sympre, sabi nga ng mymp - make your mama proud - alas! ayaw kong umiyak si mommy ng dahil sa kamalian ko..not only her, but my whole family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso, may mga decisions ako na i regret...till now. you see, duwag din ako. i have weaknesses too that i do not admit to myself..minsan gusto ko ng i-let go...kaso natatakot ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nabasa ko sa post ni &lt;a href="http://lordcm.blogspot.com/2009/05/gusto-ko-lang-balikan.html"&gt;cm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang masama kung susubukan mo, kahit isang minuto pagbigyan mo ang sarili mong maging masaya...kahit isang segundo lang okey na un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i deserve to be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-724100133009492521?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/724100133009492521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=724100133009492521' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/724100133009492521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/724100133009492521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/05/toli-2.html' title='toli 2'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4851826630290883488</id><published>2009-05-03T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:53:41.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine'/><title type='text'>lito</title><content type='html'>"hindi mo maiintindihan, kasi you never fell in love" sinabi yan sa aking ng isang taong mahal ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i admit, okay fine, i was never in a relationship, never in my entire beautiful life! why!? maganda naman ako (ahemm) may magandang kaloonban (aahhemmm.ulit)..may trabaho din...ewan ko...minsan dinadahilan ko because i studied in an exclusive school since highschool till college...pero, hindi eh...dahil ba only girl ako?,,,,,hindi rin....it was a choice...siguro... may mga umaligid, mga vocal sa kanilang nararamdaman. Ngunit, pero wa ko type,,,sori....minsan kasi may mga isinasaalang-alang pa akong nalalaman.... meron naman na ewan ko, hindi ko maintindihan ang estado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya minsan, nalilito ako kung love naba nararamdaman ko o lust lang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4851826630290883488?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4851826630290883488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4851826630290883488' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4851826630290883488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4851826630290883488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/05/lito.html' title='lito'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6568817236825752790</id><published>2009-04-28T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:01:15.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pahabol</title><content type='html'>Hhmmnn……huli na ba ako? Di bale at least nakahabol naman……eto na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 things i look forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Matuloy ang aking pagbabakasyon sa Bangkok o kaya sa Vietnam ngayong taon…(syakkksss…sana sana sana sana sana) &lt;br /&gt;2. Makapag enroll na sa driving school (sana sana sana sana…para naman I can stand on my own na…hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;3.  matapos na ang mga utang kong binabayaran..hehehe (konti na lang konti na lang)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sana magka boyfriend na ako... (sige na Lord, pagbigyan mo na ako pleeeease..heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang sfc anniversary sa aming probinsya…(October yunnn!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. ang gk sympre…sana, sana makasali ako…&lt;br /&gt; 7.  family outing sa may! Kahit tag-ulan na, oks lang&lt;br /&gt; 8. Christmas! Para lahat happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 Things i did yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nagbasa ng eclipse (3rd book ng twilight saga)&lt;br /&gt;2. kumain ng yogurt at doughnut&lt;br /&gt;3 nag gym..(duh!)&lt;br /&gt;4. nagcalculate, nagbalanse, nag check&lt;br /&gt;5. nanood ng tv&lt;br /&gt;6. nakipagkulitan kay snowy&lt;br /&gt;7. Nagdasal, nagtanong…&lt;br /&gt;8. nagfacebook, nagblog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 Things i wish could do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mag drive na&lt;br /&gt;2.Magbakasyon sa Bangkok! &lt;br /&gt;3.Mag-enroll sa pasukan ng kurso sa edukasyon (uu, I want to teach, I want to teach kids)&lt;br /&gt;4.Makapag bungee jump..hehehe kahit afraid sa heights&lt;br /&gt;5.Makapag donate ng blood sa red cross&lt;br /&gt;6.Volunteer sa gk&lt;br /&gt;7.Ano pa ba…hmmnnn basahin at tapusin lahat ng books ko na dipa nababasa&lt;br /&gt;8.At pumunta sa bansa ni pareng obama para mabisita ang pinaka importatanteng tao sa aking buhay! (pero may swine flu,,pano kaya to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Shows i watch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tayong dalawa &lt;br /&gt;2. may bukas pa &lt;br /&gt;3. snn (ano ba, kailangan din ma update sa showbiz,, hehhehe)&lt;br /&gt;4. E! (kailangan din maki tsismis sa Hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;5. 24 (shettt..bibili talaga ako ng series nito kapag nagka extra money ako)&lt;br /&gt;6. cnn (in fairness…heheheh serious ahh)&lt;br /&gt;7. actually..wala masyado..busy eh&lt;br /&gt;8. wala talaga….busy nga kulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanino ko ba ipapasa? Ewan ko, wala siguro kasi mukhang nagsawa na kayo sa kakabasa nyan eh. Tagal nang umiikot ngayon lang napasyal sa akin, hehehe…..busy-busyhan ang drama ko weh….hayyzzz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..salamat kuya &lt;a href="http://rhodeydomingo.blogspot.com/"&gt;rhodey &lt;/a&gt;sa tag mo, in fairness napa isip ako,,.,hehehhe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6568817236825752790?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6568817236825752790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6568817236825752790' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6568817236825752790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6568817236825752790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/pahabol.html' title='pahabol'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7374468990622435450</id><published>2009-04-24T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:56:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si kapatid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SfP9lkDBPAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LTgKjxzAfro/s1600-h/1_372904706l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SfP9lkDBPAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LTgKjxzAfro/s320/1_372904706l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881605882756098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aming bunso. dahil bunso, may pagka spoiled. Kung anong hingin, madalas pinagbibigyan. Hayaan mo na, madalaas kong marinig sa bibig ng aking inay. Malambing kasi ito eh, joker pa. at sinadsbihan ko ng I love you,,,hahaha..uu ina-I love you ko yan,,,,hug and kiss ko pa….pero ayaw na ayaw nyang naka=akbay ako sa kanya kapag nasa mall kami,,,hehe baka isipin daw ng tao mag un kami,,,nyahahahha…pero ako pilit kong kinukuha ang braso nya,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2007 nang sabihan nya kami na pupunta sya sa Qatar para magtrabaho.going 22 ang edad nya nun.. Kasama nya ang pinsan ko na makikipagsapalaran at magpapalipas ng oras. Ayaw kong pumayag, may pangamba at pag-alala kong pinahiwatig yun sa aking magulang. At ganoon din sila. Ang bunso kasi namin hindi pa naranasang magtrabaho. Sa bahay, bihira kong makitang may hawak na tambo at basahan yan para maglinis. Madalas kasama nya mga  pinsan at kaibigan. naglalaro sa computer, nagbabasketball, nag-iinuman. Pero mapilit sya, at sa bandang huli napapayag na nya rin kami. para matutunan nya ang buhay, para magmature sya, yan ang dinahilan namin sa aming sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2007 ng makaalis sya. hindi sya masyadong nalungkot kasi magkasama sila sa trabaho ng pinsan ko at ng kaibigan nya. Dahil naka 24/7 ang internet connection, madalas din kaming magchat. Pero umuwi ang pinsan ko at kaibigan nya noong November 2008. Naiwan syang mag-isa sa kwarto, mag-isa sa Qatar. Tatapusin daw nya ang 2year contract nya. Matagal pa. kahit anong tingin ang gawin ko sa kalendaryo, matagal pa ang pagtitiis ni brother. noong february tinanong nya ako kung pwede na raw syang umuwi....sinabi ko sa magulang ko,,pumayag naman sila,,ayun na set na namin sa mayo ang uwi nya. kaso, biglang nagbago na naman pasya nya. tatapusin na daw nya contract nya (na namannn..) pero siguro, napapagod na sya doon at na hohomesick na sya.first time nyang magtrabaho at first time nyang malayo sa amin ng matagal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong makalawa, nabasa ko message nya, uwi na raw talaga sya...hindi ko pa sya nakakausap pero nag reply ako sa kanya,,,na ayusin na nya mga papeles nya doon at anytime pwede na syang bumalik dito sa pinas para makapiling namin.....yun din sabi ko sa text ko kagabi...ayun nag reply na naman na hindi daw sya uuwi...&lt;br /&gt;ang gulo nyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuwing napapagod sya sa trabaho, tuwing namimiss na nya kami, binibigkas nya ang katagang..gusto ko ng umuwi...siguro sa puso nya, gusto na nya talagang umuwi, kaso nag titiis lang. si kapatid...nananabik na rin akong mayakap sya. pero proud ako dun, kasi nakayanan nya at kinakaya nya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7374468990622435450?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7374468990622435450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7374468990622435450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7374468990622435450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7374468990622435450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-kapatid.html' title='si kapatid'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SfP9lkDBPAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LTgKjxzAfro/s72-c/1_372904706l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3090864403006449380</id><published>2009-04-23T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:41:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagod lang</title><content type='html'>I’m tired, so drained. My hands, my eyes, my shoulder, my whole body needs to relax. As soon as I came home from work I lay down my body on my bed and close my eyes.  But it wasn’t enough to keep my muscles calm. I’m so tired. I wanted to finish my work to meet deadlines. I’ve finished typing, calculating and balancing one duty awhile ago, though I have to allow my eyes to have a final check tomorrow. I should be resting now, to revive the force for the continuation of my function. But here I am …hahahha im just thinking, perhaps blogging might help my body cheer up..nyahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually beg to be excused from an engagement with my friends tonight. I am truly feels so bad for not being present. And possibly they feel bad towards me, I guess for not being there (again!). Yes, it wasn’t the first time I let pass our gathering. I remember, they actually call me “architect” kasi puro daw ako drawing. Pero kasi naman there are times na sobrang pagod na ako at gusto ko na lang magpahinga. Am I bad? I guess next time I would not say yes at once so as they will not expect my present.  Anyway, ill meet them on Sunday (hahahahah…inilaan ko na yun…pupunta ako), ill buy them a cake &amp; chocolate na lang para pang suhol sa kanila para di na sila magalit. Hahahha, I guess I’m really bad….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3090864403006449380?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3090864403006449380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3090864403006449380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3090864403006449380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3090864403006449380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/pagod-lang.html' title='pagod lang'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4057389057790972864</id><published>2009-04-22T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:20:38.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-kwento, i-kwenta</title><content type='html'>Fiesta..sunod sunod na. sa aming lugar sa probinsya, pwede ka ng magpatay ng kalan sa dami ng fiesta. Tuwing linggo meron. Masaya iyon, bukod sa sobrang dami ng pagkain na pagpipilian, may mga iba’t ibang pakulo pa na inihanda. May nakita nga akong banner na si angel locsin ang bibisita sa kanila at ipaparada. At narinig ko ang aking lola na tinatanong ang oras nang pagparada sa kanya…balak daw nyang pumunta..ahihiihhi..parang gusto ko rin syang makita para makampante ako kung talagang totoo ang chismis na kahawig ko daw sya…nyahahhaha…o walang kokontra…di nyo pa naman ako nakikita….tsaka malamig ang panahon kaya bawal mag-init…ukies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, tuloy ko na,,,nawala ako ahhh,,ano nga, ayunn fiesta…isa sa pakulo ay ang ms. Gay pageant. Marami akong mga kaibigan na member of the third sex(?). nakakatuwa silang kasama. I always look forward sa araw na kami ay magkikita. Walang dull moment, hayyyyy halakhak ditto, halakhak dyan, halakhak everywhere…nakakatulong sila sa pagkabata ng istura, isip, at puso,,heheh. dahil isa sa kanila eh may lihim akong pagtingin,,naks, crush ko sya, uu..gwapito weh, kamukha ni gabby concepcion...sayang! Tsk..sabi ko sa kanya gagawin kitang lalaki…hahahah…sagutin ba naman akong, sige subukan mo!..hahahhaha..masubok nga...nyaahahaha..anyway, ayun dahil ung crush ko ang nag I-second the motion sa pag-imbita sa akin para manood, hindi sya contestant, magjujudge daw sya ayun sige, punta ako bukas, siguro,,,depende sa panahon, kapag umulan, tatamarin ako. Haba haba kaya ng lalakbayin ko, manggagaling pa ako sa metro city.....sususs...sana umulan para may dahilan akong hindi makarating..hahahahha..bad jez, badddddddd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pinangako ko na sa sarili ko na hindi na ako magbubukas ng computer sa gabi. At kung magbukas man eh, hanggang  11pm lang dapat,,,dapat! Dahil sa araw araw na pagka adik ko dito weh, ayun langya araw araw late ako sa office. sa bawat minuto eh may bawas yun, susme, sayang yun, pang paparlor ko na kay snowy my baby ko yun..langya. kaya ayun, maaga na akong natutulog. Pero langya, ganun rin pala suma total, maaga man akong matulog late pa rin ako sa office…kung kaya’t aking napagdesisyunan…magbubukas na ako ng computer umaga hapo gabi at madaling araw man…kase parehas din…late pa rin ang bagsak kohhh!!! huhuhuhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;dami daming awards! nasaan!? ayun oh, tignan nyo na lang sa slide show ko..hahaha tinamaad ng ilagay dito weh....basta taos puso akong nagpapasalamat sa pagtanggap nyo sa akin, sobra, kaya nga nakakaadik dito eh...basta yun na yun, salamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;ng dahil sa ulan, ayunn nilabhan ko ulit yung sinampay ko kahapon. at dahil umulan na naman ngayon, sa malamang sa hindi lalabhan ko na naman mamayang gabi yun...hayyyzzzz nakakapagod ahhhhh! paulit ulit ko ng nilalabhan...sssssuuuusmeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4057389057790972864?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4057389057790972864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4057389057790972864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4057389057790972864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4057389057790972864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kwento-i-kwenta.html' title='i-kwento, i-kwenta'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-375545272855874210</id><published>2009-04-20T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:09:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lamig na!?</title><content type='html'>Ang interpretasyon natin sa buhay depende kung paano mo ito I-internalize .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical. Ito ay ang mga statements, yung facts. ginamitan ng mga pamamaraan na nakikita, nababasa, naaamoy, naririnig at nalalasahan. madaling maintidihan diba. Kasi  common sense. Kitang kita ang ibig ikahulugan.  (naalala ko tuloy si &lt;a href="http://ambisiyosongnangangarap.blogspot.com/2009/04/tanong.html"&gt;pogi&lt;/a&gt; – sabi nya di pa raw nya nalasahan ang (ibang) mga blogero..hahahaa... kaya di pa kumpleto facts nya…hahahahaa...pisssss)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive. Base sa nararamdaman. Sabi nga ni wikepedia intuition has "ability to sense or know immediately without reasoning", and is often regarded as a divine or prophetic power. Katulad ng mother’s instinct. Diba gaano man natin ikubli ang ating panghihina sa mga bagay-bagay, nararamdaman ng inay yun.   Isang pangyayari sa buhay ko.for many years, hindi ako naghoholy week sa aming probinsya. Usually, naglalakwatsa ako. Pero nitong nakaraan, hindi ako nagplano, hindi ako nag tawag ng barkada para mag schedule ng lakad. Yun pala, uuwi si daddy sa probinsya. For 8 years, muli syang natulog sa unang bahay na binild up nila ng mommy ko. Sobrang ligaya ko nung araw na un…hehehhe kita mo hanggang ngayon nakangiti ako,.,heheheh…Siguro una palang, naramdaman kona na mangyayari yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga lahat ng nangyayari sa ating buhay, may dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan nating gamitan ng logical at intuitive upang pagdugtong dugtongan ang mga pangyayari sa buhay natin. Upang mas maigi nating maintindihan ang mga tanong na bakit at paano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung birthday ko, nakatanggap ako ng regalo. Gold necklace with a mother &amp; child pendant…….my gosh! Bigla kong naiisip, ibig sabihin magkakapamilya na ko? hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang umulan kagabi…at umaambon-ambon ngayon…..hayyyzzz dina masyadong mainit pakiramdam……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-375545272855874210?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/375545272855874210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=375545272855874210' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/375545272855874210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/375545272855874210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/lamig-na.html' title='lamig na!?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4483418195341226570</id><published>2009-04-17T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:05:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>init lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SehSUrP-qiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y31Ie_OPKUU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SehSUrP-qiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y31Ie_OPKUU/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325597074526218786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marunong makinig sa puso? Eh pano mga bumubulong bulong sa kapaligiran? they just want the best for you. Pero in the end, kailangan mo ring maging maligaya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;mainit, ang iniiiittttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4483418195341226570?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4483418195341226570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4483418195341226570' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4483418195341226570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4483418195341226570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/saging-lang-may-pusoooooo.html' title='init lang'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SehSUrP-qiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y31Ie_OPKUU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6473758656895445320</id><published>2009-04-15T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:49:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the silence of my heart</title><content type='html'>In the silence of my heart I'd listen to my spirit so freely.&lt;br /&gt;It's when my eyes begin to see the old memories so visibly.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I could feel my soul so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;In the strong sense of it I recognize the weaknesses of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart stuffs have different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;I'd then realize that I greet in contempt the better things.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I can always visit the younger me.&lt;br /&gt;I could honestly tell the far distance between myself and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I can cry so loud like a tiny babe.&lt;br /&gt;And taste the sweetness of freedom so desired by any slave.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart on me power and wisdom fall down.&lt;br /&gt;And it transforms my meekness and idiocy into blocks to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart my many failures would disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;To understand that I am to do better and persistent I must be.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart my big successes would humble me.&lt;br /&gt;To accept that however the height I fly gravity would pull me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I could rebuke and correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell me sharp, hurtful words but never will I get upset.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I have envisioned the future me.&lt;br /&gt;To meet him finally journey must begin now and so shall it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of my mind faith overwhelms all my worries.&lt;br /&gt;Be it tribulation or test, no burden is too heavy to carry.&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of myself unease and hubbub of life is uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;It tells me to be inert at the right time shall effect better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the peace of my spirit there is nothing I can fret about.&lt;br /&gt;In the worst of my circumstances seeds of solution will sprout.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I acknowledge my conflict with God.&lt;br /&gt;So I am broken, to realize that in such silence nobody is so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;nilikha ng lalaking malapit sa aking puso....(naks naman, oisssttt baka isipin mo totoo kahit totoo huwag mo ng isiping totoo..toink!)&lt;br /&gt;naalala lang kita, kaya ayun repost repost and drama ko weh..kung bakit kita naalala, eh akin na lang yun hahahahhaha,,,anyway nagpadala na ako ng mensahe sa ym mo....kahit saang lupalop gumagala ang kaluluwa mo, i-email kita, i y-ym kita kapag nababaliw na akohhhhhh..hehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6473758656895445320?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6473758656895445320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6473758656895445320' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6473758656895445320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6473758656895445320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-silence-of-my-heart.html' title='in the silence of my heart'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8790338966650262222</id><published>2009-04-14T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:16:27.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako? nagbablog?</title><content type='html'>may diary ako, hindi kay mara o clara, sa akin talaga iyon. I was in highschool nang mag-umpisa akong magsulat sa notebook. College ako bumuo ng mga tula. May isang notepad akong  nasulatan lahat ng papel, and since mom is miles away from us, pinadala ko sa kanya yun, para mabasa nya ang araw araw na kwento ng buhay ko (hayyzz..minsan kasi ang hirap magkwento sa phone kaya ayun pinadala ko journal ko…binasa kaya nya??) nalala ko, may nakitang pira pirasong papel mga kaberks ko sa kwarto ng pinsan ko(nakitulog ako dati sa kanila), laman ng papel ang mga kwentong lihim na pag-ibig. Hayyyzzz..deny aketch. Akala nyo lang ako, pero hindi..hindi, sabay kantang… i swear by the the moon and the stars in the sky and I swear….. At hindi ko alam kung sino, ano, at paano.....anyway, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog? Computer? Internet? Hindi malawak ang kaisipan ko sa blog, narinig ko lang minsan isang araw sa aking pagmumuni. At nang maluwag ang schedule ko (tanda ko, wala akong taping sa kapamilya noon..ahihihi toink!) binuksan ko computer at nag sign in sa blogspot. Susyal na ako, hindi lang pang notebook, pang internet pa ang drama ng aking diary..ahihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life blogger ako,,,uu aminado ako. Kasi gusto kong kausap sarili ko weh. Bakit ba? Eh dito ako Masaya eh.  Gusto ko istorya ng buhay ko (mababaw man o mababaw)at least it helps lessen the load I carry kapag nagkukwento ako. Marami namang writers,researchers, reporters,at lalu nang maraming politicians dyan. Hayaan ko na silang mamroblema ng bongang bongga sa pinas, sa war, sa global crisis, sa oil price. Don’t get me wrong. Hayyzzz…I do extend a helping hand,,,,,everytime I help, everytime I impart knowledge, binubuhay nya dugo ko and it makes me go hungry for more. Just recently i…ooopppss tsaka na kwento..tapusin ko muna itechi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a contest sa blog. Nanalo ako, tama nanalo ako ng salapi. Natuwa ako, wow! Biruin mo nakikipaglokohan lang ako,,este nagsusulat lang ako yet may premyo akong matatanggap. PERO (capital letters yan ah, with a capital P) the biggest prize I received ay ang mga taong nakikilala ko sa   sa mundo ng blogosperyo. Sa buhay mas gusto natin ang soft and easy road. And when the rough and winding road na ang ating tinatahak, hirap na hirap tayong humakbang. Strangers they may be, dahil sa kanilang mga kwento, dahil sa kanilang mga comment, dahil sa kanilang mga paalala…somehow..somehow it lessen the load we carry..(parang sinabi kona yun ahh,,ahihihi..serious mode daw ba…toink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought na mag-eenjoy ako dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;galing ito kay mareng jen. ano ba ang rules? hayyzzzz.....di ko na ipapasa, hamo na. pero parang gusto kong ipasa..hahahaha..ang gulohhh...ano ba talaga lola..uu, ipapasa ko, tutal bagong dating ka, tagal mong nawala, eh nag-alala kami sa iyo,at ngayon ika'y nagbabalik....eto ang salubong ko sa iyo....kafatid na &lt;a href="http://www.saulkrisna.blogspot.com/"&gt;saul&lt;/a&gt; ...oisst gawin mo ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8790338966650262222?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8790338966650262222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8790338966650262222' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8790338966650262222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8790338966650262222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/ako-nagbablog.html' title='ako? nagbablog?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2340592911439907999</id><published>2009-04-10T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:09:09.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pabasa</title><content type='html'>ganda ng tunog..uyyy sound&lt;br /&gt;nakakaindak...ang paa ko, ang paa ko hindi mapigilan ang pagpadyak sa kanan, pagkatapos sa kaliwa. ang kamay ay tumaas at nakiayon na rin sa saliw ng musika..&lt;br /&gt;nasa loob pa lang ako ng bahay dinig na dinig kona ang huni ng mambabasa sa pasyon.&lt;br /&gt;pakatapos mamahinga sandali, lumabas ako upang makiisa sa pagbabasa (at pagkanta na rin..kung kanta ngang matatawag iyon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibang iba na ang pasyon ngayon. ginamitan na nila ng modernong kagamitan. may dvd player na naka saksak, at instrumental na cd. kung hindi mo kabisado ang mga huni, pwedeng pwede mong sabayan ang tunog sa instrumental cd. o kaya kapag walang tao na gustong magbasa tuwing madaling araw, pwedeng pwede nilang patugtugin ang cd para maging alive pa rin ang kubol at ang pasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katulad ng nakagawian, mga matatanda ang nasa harapan ng altar. alam na namin na ang oras na ipapasa nila sa amin ang mikropono ay sa hating gabi kapag sila ay dalawin na ng antok. ewan ko ba, siguro ang boses namin ang panghele sa kanila o kaya ayaw nilang marinig ang boses namin at mas gugustihin pa nilang matulog. ganupaman, natutuwa ako kapag nagbabasa ng pasyon. noong mas bata pa kami sa edad namin ngayon, isa ang aming barkada sa nakikisalamuha sa mga matatanda at nakikipag unahan sa mikropono. hayyyzzzz...naalala ko tuloy yung mga barkada ko. ngayon, may kanya kanya ng buhay. at ang mga single ladies na lang nakikipagpuyatan sa pagbantay sa kubol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ang huling gabi ng pasyon dito sa aming lugar. at tuwing ganito, parang fiesta ang handaan. kung kaya't excited ako, biruin mo kainan na naman ito..hehehe. sabi ko magsasakripisyo ako sa pagkain, ewan ko na lang kung matatanggihan ko ang nakahain na litson mamaya...hayyyyzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2340592911439907999?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2340592911439907999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2340592911439907999' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2340592911439907999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2340592911439907999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/pabasa.html' title='pabasa'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8113990596148367463</id><published>2009-04-05T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:29:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kathang isip</title><content type='html'>Siguro ang calling ko is to be a nun? Paano ba mag-apply dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natawa ba naman itong kaibigan ko ng bigla kong sabihin iyon. Hindi raw ako tatanggapin sa kumbento. baka isuka raw ako, at hindi raw trabaho ang pagiging nun kaya no need to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag Highschool and college ako sa paaralang hawak ng mga madre, pero wala yung koneksyon kung bakit naisip kong baka nga iyon ang aking calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko nga ba naisip na mag madre? (A) dahil single and available ako at hindi ko alam kung hanggang kalian ang Pagiging single ko.( B) dahil gusto kong magbigay ng serbisyo sa mga nangangailangan (C) wala lang, naisip ko lang, nasabi ko lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamang tama, panahon ng kwaresma, panahon ng pagmumuni-muni. More than 3 years na akong hindi nakakauwi ng probinsya para sa pabasa, 3 years of not observing the holy week (pano naman kaya, inuuna pa ang pagbobolakbol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-iisip ako, mag-ninilay nilay, magmemeditate, magdarasal, mahaba habang bakasyon itoohhhh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8113990596148367463?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8113990596148367463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8113990596148367463' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8113990596148367463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8113990596148367463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/kathang-isip.html' title='kathang isip'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2299440180790321206</id><published>2009-04-02T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:38:53.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiiilleeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdSHMlv9U8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/j2WAy6A55TM/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdSHMlv9U8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/j2WAy6A55TM/s400/a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320025710192841666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nag-iisip ako ng nag-iisip sa mga dapat desisyunan sa buhay ko at buhay ng mga mahal ko, kapag masakit na ulo ko at gusto kong sumigawwwww….&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta ako sa washroom, titingin sa salamin at ngingiti…hindi dahil natatawa ako sa nakikita ko sa salamin (hahahaha) kundi inaalala ko ang mga wrinkles na magmamarka sa aking mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming sakit ang mga lumalabas ngayon, lahat nito may malaking kaugnayan sa stress na nararamdaman ng tao. Stress sa trabaho, pamilya, kaibigan, pati panonood ng tv ….kaka-stress talaga….hayyzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya’t nginingitian ko na lang ang stress..alam ko, hindi masosolusyunan ang problema sa isang ngiti, pero hindi rin naman masosolusyunan kapag nagbugnot ako dibah. Kapag nagbugnot ako, maiistress ako, at kapag na-istress ako mas lalong hindi masosolusyunan ang problema, at kapag hindi masolusyunan ang problema, mas malaking problema iyon!,.ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya, tawa lang…&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the crisis, amidst the tension….&lt;br /&gt;Ngiti lang, tawa lang…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2299440180790321206?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2299440180790321206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2299440180790321206' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2299440180790321206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2299440180790321206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/04/crack-up.html' title='smiiilleeeeeee!'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdSHMlv9U8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/j2WAy6A55TM/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3924743066880589120</id><published>2009-03-30T11:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:42:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdBDfA8_TmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OX5YKN9_uZo/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdBDfA8_TmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OX5YKN9_uZo/s400/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318825360035368546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pektyur na ito ay kuha sa hospital. dahil nanganak si cuzz, binisita namin sya sympre. kahit antok na antok pa ako, gumising ako ng napakaaga, makita lang baby nya. si cuzz ang nakaharap sa camera, at yan ang kanyang bed. natutuwa ako, kasi kaparehas ko berthday anak nya, kaya kahit hindi ako maghahanda, may maghahanda na para sa akin...yehey! tipid ito!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dahil sa sobrang hilo hilo pa ako noong nakaraang gabi, diretso ako sa room nya at tyempong walang tao (dahil lahat sila nasa viewing room) ayun, i lay down my body sa bed at itinulog ko.&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi ako makabangon, si cuzz walang magawa kundi i-share ang bed nya sa akin, nyahahahah..dumating  si doktora in charge para i check up sya, pero hindi ako matinag sa aking pagkakahiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko maiiwan ako sa hospital para magpaconfine, buti na lang bumuti-buti ang pakiramdam ko at nakayanan kong maglakad..ahihihihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3924743066880589120?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3924743066880589120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3924743066880589120' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3924743066880589120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3924743066880589120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/hangover.html' title='hangover'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SdBDfA8_TmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OX5YKN9_uZo/s72-c/Picture+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-1573075974998526616</id><published>2009-03-27T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:47:52.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdayyy kohhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Scwh99XFKGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qB7wR2m_Nhw/s1600-h/6f667516aacd2888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Scwh99XFKGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qB7wR2m_Nhw/s400/6f667516aacd2888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317662608344819810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ang araw ng aking kapanganakan, well, yan ang sabi ng mga magulang ko &lt;br /&gt;at yan din ang nakalahad sa aking birth certificate, so siguro sa malamang&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ang aking kaarawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang bilis ng araw, parang kailan lang ginagawa kong swimming pool ang kalye tuwing &lt;br /&gt;baha days. pumpunta sa mga sari-sari store para bumili ng candy o kaya para mamulot ng balat ng candy kasi yun ang nagsisilbing pera naming mga magkaibigan sa paglalaro. parang kailan lang gamit ang manikang papel, nagluluto-lutuan at nagbahay-bahayan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon, nagsuswimming pa ako (hindi na sa baha sympre),bumibili pa rin ng candy gamit ang totoong pera (as prescribed by the government),marunong na akong magluto, pero kaakibat ng bawat hakbang ko sa buhay, ng bawat decision kong ginagawa ay isang responsobilidad hindi lamang para sa sarili ko maging sa mga mahal ko sa buhay (kasama na rin pati mga kaaway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhh, ayaw ko ng dramaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;sa araw na ito, gusto kong maging maligaya&lt;br /&gt;smile there, smile here, smile evrywhere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;birthhhhdayyyyyyyyyyy kohhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;may party sa bahay (bukas), punta kayo!&lt;br /&gt;edad ko!? sehkretttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-1573075974998526616?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1573075974998526616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=1573075974998526616' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1573075974998526616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1573075974998526616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthdayyy-kohhhhhhh.html' title='birthdayyy kohhhhhhh'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Scwh99XFKGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qB7wR2m_Nhw/s72-c/6f667516aacd2888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8481391728343385398</id><published>2009-03-25T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:31:48.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usapang aso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/ScoGtRNSpZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rHLY5hqh7XE/s1600-h/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/ScoGtRNSpZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rHLY5hqh7XE/s400/Image179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317069684847322514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni brother, nanaginip daw baby koh kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: (mega ask naman ako) ano panaginip nya?&lt;br /&gt;brother: ewan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si snowy tulog, pikit ang mata pero tumataol at umuungol para daw umiiyak&lt;br /&gt;nilapitan daw nya, at ginising.&lt;br /&gt;nagulat daw baby koh, at parang natawa sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: hah? bakit mo naman nalaman na natawa sa sarili&lt;br /&gt;brother: kasi nilapitan ako, itinaas ang dalawang paa at nakikipaglaro. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;wawah naman baby koh, mukhang naiistress....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8481391728343385398?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8481391728343385398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8481391728343385398' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8481391728343385398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8481391728343385398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/usapang-aso.html' title='usapang aso'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/ScoGtRNSpZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rHLY5hqh7XE/s72-c/Image179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5888046347169016353</id><published>2009-03-23T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:49:33.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuripts</title><content type='html'>princess of kuripts..yan ang tawag sa akin ng pinsan ko (kasi ang nanay nya ang queen of kuripts…haha). Kuripts..pinaiksing salita ng kuripot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magmula sa mga pinsan, to tita’s and tito’s and to lola’s, lahat sila naniniwala na ako ay napakakuripot na tao. Madalas kasi naririnig nila sa aking bibig na “wala akong pera”. Pero kahit anong sabihin ko sa kanila na wala akong pera hindi sila naniniwala.&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw sabi ni tiyo, sa panahon ng krisis ngayon isa lang ang hindi nahihirapan, yung mga SINGLE na walang iniisip na pamilyang pakakanin. Alam ko, ako ang pinariringgan mo, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano nga naman sila maniniwalang wala akong pera eh may trabaho ako. May trabaho ang nanay ko, may trabaho ang tatay ko. Ibig sabihin ang kinikita ko ay sa sarili ko lang bulsa napupunta. Nakakakain ako sa mga restaurant, nakakapagbakasyon ako sa ibang bansa, nakakabili ako ng, damit atbpa. Hindi ako mahilig sa gimmick, hindi ako mahilig uminom. Wala rin akong boyfriend na pinagkakagastusan. Mga damit ko, kadalasan bigay lang. Sa pagkain, oo inaamin ko, duo, duon ako mahilig! (hahahaha!) oo nga eh, kahit na ako hindi ako makapaniwala na wala akong pera (hehehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magbibigay ako sa taong alam kong kailangan. Hindi ako ang tipo ng tao na binobrodcast ang mga ginagawa ko. Kung sino ang pinagbibigyan ko at kung sino ang mga tinutulungan ko.  Hindi ko rin naman siguro dapat i-explain sa kanila kung saan napupunta ang pera ko dibah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, maganda ang kita ng magulang ko sa kanilang negosyo. May mga sasakyan kami, may driver kami, may mga bahay at lupain kami. Dahil din doon, maraming kapwa tao ang  kumikilala sa amin. Parang ang lahat eh ang bait bait ang pakikitungo. Kaso,nawala ang kinang na aming tinatamasa, kasabay nun nawala din ang mga nagbabait baitang mga kapwa tao sa amin, lalo na sa mga magulang ko. Bagkus, napalitan yun ng pangkukutsa at panlalait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya siguro ganun na lamang ang higpit ko sa paglabas ng pera. Pero may mga oras din na kinukwestyun ko sarili ko. May pagkakataon na hinahamon ko rin sarili ko, kuripot nga ba ako or wala tlga akong pera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang araw nagpunta ako sa parlor para magpa-ayos ng buhok. pina estimate ko muna pagkatapos nakipagtawaran ako(o dibah, hindi lang sa palengke ang tawaran). tapos tinanong ako, ano ba probinsya mo...sabi ko pampanga. eh, alam ko sa mga taga pampanga maluluwag sa pera, bakit ang kuripot mo sabihan ba naman ako ng ganun..hmmppppp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5888046347169016353?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5888046347169016353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5888046347169016353' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5888046347169016353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5888046347169016353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/kuripts.html' title='kuripts'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8743896584209114811</id><published>2009-03-17T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:26:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb95ObAEV3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/RrBSliHkr4M/s1600-h/Image%402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb95ObAEV3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/RrBSliHkr4M/s320/Image%402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314099373993645938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang aking my one and only pamangkin, our munting prinsipe.  Ang cute cute nya noh. Sympre mana sa tita eh., hehehe. He just celebrated his first birthday last February. Sa sobrang kabisihan nung birthday nya, hindi sya napagupitan ng kanyang magulang. Yun pala, dapat ako daw ang unang gumupit sa mahaba na nyang buhok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya’t nung umuwi ako last week, doon pa lang sya napagupitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko kung bakit ako dapat ang unang gumupit sa kanya. Ang sagot nila, kasi daw matalino ako (duhh! matalino man daw ang matsing napaglilinlangan din...toink!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para daw lumaki din ang aming munting prinsipe na matalino .&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh??? Anong koneksyon ng paggupit ko sa mga values na tataglayin ng aming munting prinsepe? Nakukuha ba sa gupit un? nasa klase ba ng gupit at gunting naka base kung tatalino ang aming munting prinsipe? paano kung zigzag, straight, o bagsak ang gupit nya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8743896584209114811?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8743896584209114811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8743896584209114811' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8743896584209114811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8743896584209114811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/gunting.html' title='gunting'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb95ObAEV3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/RrBSliHkr4M/s72-c/Image%402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7566209166945097739</id><published>2009-03-16T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:46:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lordcm.blogspot.com/2009/03/panalangin-para-kay-yanah.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jbsolis.blogspot.com/2009/03/honest-plead-project-help-twitch.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb4nl_1X7-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/AQ2tCHB2vBw/s1600-h/BlogPrayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb4nl_1X7-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/AQ2tCHB2vBw/s320/BlogPrayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313728144087707618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, maraming salamat po sa mga kaibigan na pinakilala nyo sa amin. because of them we came to realize and appreciate life twist and turn. lord, meron isang particular na kaibagan akong ililift up sa iyo. si yannah. nakilala ko lang sya dito sa pagbablog ko pero naramdaman ko ang sinseridad at tapang ng loob.  lumalapit kami sa inyo po, we pray for a good health, strenght and wisdom as she travel her life. lord, maraming bagay ang gumugulo sa isip nya ngayon. maraming desisyon ang dapat nyang gawin. maraming pagkakataon na sya'y nadapa, pero tumatayo po sya upang lumaban. please hold her tightly oh lord. alam po namin na you know the desire of our heart. lord, ikiclaim na namin na tapos na ang paghihirap nya, na peaceful na ang pakiramdam nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good. ang pagmamahal nya sa atin, pinapakita nya sa iba't ibang paraan.&lt;br /&gt;kumapit ka lang yannah. pagkatapos ng lahat ng unos na ito, ngingiti ka at sasabihing, "im glad i've experienced it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7566209166945097739?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7566209166945097739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7566209166945097739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7566209166945097739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7566209166945097739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-lord.html' title='dear Lord'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/Sb4nl_1X7-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/AQ2tCHB2vBw/s72-c/BlogPrayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8134333933756552092</id><published>2009-03-16T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:04:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the speak</title><content type='html'>3 weeks ago, I attended a speaker’s training sa organisayon kung saan ako kabilang. Hindi man ako magaling na manunulat at mananalita, but im holding on to my passion and willingness to help kids, teens and anyone in need. Gusto kong i-share what I have learned sa journey ko sa buhay, baka sakaling may mapulot sila kahit katiting dibah. Bata pa ako pangarap ko ng pumasok sa pulitika. Sabi ko, gusto kong tumulong sa pilipinas. Gusto kong maging bahagi ng pagbabago nito. Kaso, now that I’ve grown up, narealize ko ang hirap pala ng buhay sa pulitika, parang showbiz. Daming intriga. Umalis ako sa showbiz at ayaw ko ng balikan ito (duhh!!! Hahahah As if!!) Pwede naman pala akong tumulong on my own private way without campaigning for a position. Atleast ditto I remain private..hehehe at walang paparazzi na sunod ng sunod.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,(back to the training)..we were given a topic tapos tatayo ka in front of an evaluator, in 10 minutes, you have to say your piece. When it was my turn, sympre confident ako, kasi sanay naman akong humarap sa madla. But  I was wrong, in the middle of my talk I was grabeh black out. As in. actually, at the start pa lang I am not confident sa sinasabi ko. Ako mismo hindi ko ata maintindihan ang lumalabas sa aking bibig eh. Actually, wala ako sa sariling katinuan ko that time (hahaha…justifying my action,,hahah). pero by heart, I should know the topic kasi un ang ginagawa namin weh. Pero in fairness ah, one week kong inisip yun. One week akong naging matamlay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was informed, ill give a talk daw on april to this numbers of teens. pinakita sa akin ang listahan ng mga speakers...uu nga, nandun ang pangalan ko. Hindi naman ako umayaw. Oks lang sa akin. Pero, ngayon pa lang pag-aaralan ko na ang topic ko para hindi na maulit ang nangyari last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8134333933756552092?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8134333933756552092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8134333933756552092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8134333933756552092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8134333933756552092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/speak.html' title='the speak'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6155106636952999859</id><published>2009-03-14T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:13:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapdi at kirot</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako nag-iinarte, pero mahapdi talaga mga kamay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi, umuwi ako ng maaga at naiisipang ibabad sa powder na sabon ang mga lingerie ko (naks, lingerie eh noh, para naman susyal..hahaha) at ang ibang maseselang damit na hindi ko naipadala sa laundry shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbasa muna ako ng libro habang naghintay ng ilang minute sa pagkababad ng damit.  Ng maramdaman kong gusto ng humiga sa kama ng katawan ko, tumayo na ako at pinagpatuloy ang paglalaba. Kusot dito, kusot here, and kusot everywhere.  Dahil rin dun, nagising ang dugo ko kung kaya’t nag mop na rin ako ng kwarto, sala at banyo.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng lahat lahat na nagawa ko, natuwa ako kasi feeling fresh ang bahay kung kaya’t ang sarili ko naman ang nilinis ko para makumpleto na ang pagiging fresh..nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan, paggising ko, binasa ang aking mga kama’y doon na…doon ko na naramdaman ang hapdi ng sugat na idinulot ng pagkusot here, pagkusot there, and pagkusot everywhere. Omg tlga! Ang hapdiiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko, Friday the 13th kahapon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyzzz..dahil sa nangyari, bawal munang &lt;br /&gt;(1)Ipakita at idisplay ang kamay sa public viewing&lt;br /&gt;(2)Makipag holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod alam ko na gagawin ko&lt;br /&gt;(1)Magpapalit na ako ng detergent – matapang daw ung gamit ko weh&lt;br /&gt;(2)Magsusuot na ako ng gloves –  para isang suntok knock out kaagad ang  bacteria (ngek! Parang commercial ata un ni juday)&lt;br /&gt;(3)Maglalaba pa rin ako sa kamay, kasi wala kaming washing machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, sympre im still thankful dahil may mga kamay akong tumapos sa maruruming damit ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6155106636952999859?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6155106636952999859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6155106636952999859' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6155106636952999859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6155106636952999859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/hapdi-at-kirot.html' title='hapdi at kirot'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2885340572466182606</id><published>2009-03-10T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:18:51.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gift</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experience na zero balance kana. I mean, naiiyak kana kasi wala ka ng pera na gagastusin for the next day. That you already used ung nakatabing pera mo. Nakatabi kasi for future use mo iyon. Nagagalit ka sa father mo, kasi dahil mahina ang negosyo at pasok ng pera, ang nakatabing pera mo ang ginagastos ngayon para masustetuhan ang pambayad sa renta, kuryente, grocery, tubig at kung ano ano pa. Not to mention lumaki na rin pati utang mo sa kumpanya, na pinaka-ayaw mong gawin ay ang mangutang. Naiinis ka sa kuya mo dahil wala syang trabaho, winiwish mo na  sana magkatrabaho na sya para lumuwag ka sa mga gastusin sa bahay. May trabaho ang bunso at nanay mo, sisusuportahan nila ang isang kapatid na nag-aaral pa at ang pamilya ng kuya mo. Kaya, as much as possible ayaw mong humingi ng financial support sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experience na malugi ng 6figure sa isang business. Dugo’t pawis ang pinuhunan mo to come up with that cash, tapos maglalaho lang na parang bula. Worst, yung may utang sa iyo  mukhang ayaw ng magbayad. All your text, email and phone calls hindi na sinasagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experience meeting your  bff (best friend forever!), natapos mo na libro mong binabasa pero wala pa sya. Kinakabahan kana, kasi wala ka ng perang pang-taxi. Kumain kayo sa isang restaurant at isang coffee shop..hati kayo sa bayad sympre. Inabot mo sa waiter ang credit card mo at kinuha sa bff mo ang pera na ibabayad nya para may cash ka sa wallet…atleast may pang taxi kana, may pang laundry pa! yessss. &lt;br /&gt;You cut your expenses sa bahay, wala ka ng katulong. Soon you will be transferring sa mas murang apartment. Grabeh naman kasi, you live in a street ng mga sikat at kilalang tao sa lipunan. Paano kayo makikipagsabayan sa kanila? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realized, why should you complain on something na hindi naman actually sa iyo. Your money isn’t yours actually, it’s God’s blessing unto you. And even though youI’ve experienced difficulties in your  life, nakakasurvive ka. See,you’re still alive and kicking! Why worry on the future na hindi mo naman alam what install for you, wherein fact you have the present to deal with and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na birthday ko. As a gift to myself, I sign up sa &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org.ph/"&gt;world vision &lt;/a&gt;to sponsor one child. 600monthly ang babayaran mo to sponsor one child. May regular salary naman akong dumarating. Paano na mga payables mo, you probably ask? Tapos dagdag pa ito sa expenses. Hhmnn….I am positive with our status. 600? Sacrifice one night gimmick dibah.   Ordinaryo lang ako, just a girl standing in front of a man, waiting for him to love her…hahahaha. I want to help people, kung kaya ko naman ibigay ang kaunting tulong, why not diba. Of all the things and activities I do in my life, meeting and dealing with different faces, and extending your hand for a help ang pinaka gusto ko. It bring joy and peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy and so excited with my “little sister".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2885340572466182606?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2885340572466182606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2885340572466182606' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2885340572466182606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2885340572466182606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-gift.html' title='my gift'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7766338706500729126</id><published>2009-03-04T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:54:30.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>radyo</title><content type='html'>Kumakain ng potato chips&lt;br /&gt;Katas ng ponkan ay sinisipsip&lt;br /&gt;Sabay kinig sa kantang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Na sa radyo’y pinatutugtog ang himig&lt;br /&gt;hawak sa kaliwang kama’y aklat&lt;br /&gt;Sulat ni Paulo coehlo’y binubuklat&lt;br /&gt;Habang kanang kama’y nagsusulat&lt;br /&gt;Sa antic na journal na sa mesa’y naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang buhay ko kagabi&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sira ang connection sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa opisina mega gamit ng internet&lt;br /&gt;Na dati’y hindi pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: “may nararamdaman kaba sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;J: “wala”&lt;br /&gt;g: “when people say No, they actually mean yes?” do you agree?”&lt;br /&gt;J: why would they say no, when they mean yes. It just makes things complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn’t have to control myself. They said the universe will conspire to make your dreams happened. Basta maniniwala ka. Kaya ba hindi nagyari, because I myself block the direction of the wind? I myself fought my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeewwww..epekto yan ng love songs na naririning ko mula pa ng pag-upo ko dito. At walang kinalaman sa huling post ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7766338706500729126?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7766338706500729126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7766338706500729126' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7766338706500729126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7766338706500729126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/03/radyo.html' title='radyo'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7547080621928783708</id><published>2009-02-28T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:54:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big bang boom</title><content type='html'>Nahihirapan akong magi sip ng title eh, kaya yan na lang. ewan ko ba, bakit sa title pa ako nahihirapan mag-isip, siguro hindi na kaya ng isip ko na isipin pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine&lt;br /&gt;All I can see&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can&lt;br /&gt;As far as it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I share?&lt;br /&gt;If no one will listen&lt;br /&gt;To this endless misery&lt;br /&gt;Of my ache life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to approach?&lt;br /&gt;Before you notice&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;To others feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to whisper&lt;br /&gt;Before you hear&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and pain&lt;br /&gt;Hiding within myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned by the crowd&lt;br /&gt;No one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;For I am all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7547080621928783708?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7547080621928783708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7547080621928783708' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7547080621928783708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7547080621928783708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-bang-boom.html' title='big bang boom'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7663036909721731978</id><published>2009-02-24T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:32:44.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>Madami ang cast. Apat na babae, apat na lalaki. Mapapa hayyyyyyy at ohhhh my gossssh! At he’s so sweet ka naman. Light and A feel good movie. Since madami ang cast, umikot ang istorya sa kanila kaya ang exposure nila ay very limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinakita kung paano makipag converse ang lalaki sa girl and how love happen in an unexpected time. Hindi ito maipipilit at hindi rin pwedeng madaliin&lt;br /&gt;Walang rules pagdating sa love pero may mga clues, and this would be of assistance para sa course of action mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa totoo lang, Malabo pa rin kahit ang mga clues. OO, tumatawag ka. Nag-uusap tayo. Lumalabas tayo. Nag chachat tayo. Pero pagkatapos ano? Hindi ako naniniwala sa MU. Yung tinatawag nilang May Unawaan, kasi assuming ka lang dun eh,  kasi  sa MU- May Umaasa,at may  Malabong Usapan (not to mention may Malaswang Ugnayan)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watch ung movie na Serendipity? Siguro if you really meant for each other, the universe will conspire to make it happen, para magkita kayo and fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto lang masasabi ko (kahit  marami na akong nasabi): Be yourself. No pretentions. The guy/girl would accept and love you for who you are. And he will make a way kung gusto ka nyang makita or makausap. Wish ko lang,1-2 yrs ago ko napanood ang movie na ito so I would have known kung ano ang ginawa ko,…..sana, now everything is what if…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t found my prince charming and I don’t know how close I am in finding him. For now, ako muna si Gigi just like in the movie, who was very hopeful, confident and positive about having a relationship. And who tries to understand the signs and clues circling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or ako muna si Anna (played by scarlett johansson)– single, flirt, hot and sexy!!!! hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7663036909721731978?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7663036909721731978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7663036909721731978' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7663036909721731978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7663036909721731978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='he&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-612157062837558759</id><published>2009-02-23T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:10:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colorless</title><content type='html'>Jez, are you pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh? Whhhaatttt? &lt;br /&gt;What made you say that? I asked.&lt;br /&gt; Naman! Nagulat tlga ako dun ng bongang bonga. Buntis daw ako?? Eh, member kaya ako ng single blessedness (dba, mareng &lt;a href="http://apshie.blogspot.com/"&gt;jen&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;Ang putla mo kasi, she answered.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! really I am? Oo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina umaga, paggising ko ako ay muntik ng mabuwal. Ako ma’y nagulat.&lt;br /&gt;Umupo ako at sinariwa ang nakaraang pinaggagawa ko sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;At aking napagtanto…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una. May lagnat ako noong nakaraan lingo. Ganunpaman, pumapasok ako sa opisina. Naisip ko kasi, lalo lang akong magkakasakit sa kakaupo at kakahiga sa bahay (alam ko, matigas ulo ko..ukie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa. Wala akong exercise. Dahil ako nga ay may sakit, hindi muna ako pumunta sa gym (tsk, lugi na naman ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo. Ang dami kong binayaran na expenses. Na stress at na drain na savings ko, kaya mega super tipid muna ako. aaaahhhhhhh (ayy hindi pala, ayaw kong sinasabi na wala akong pera, or drain ako, baka kasi magkatoto eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-apat: dahil sa puyat. Ka-adik nga naman kasi ang mundo dito. Pero maaga akong natulog kagabi ah, (12:30mn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-lima: Kahapon,dahil may okasyon sa bahay (unang berthday ni pamangkin) at nagging busy ako, mantakin mo bang nakalimutan kong kumain ng breakfast, lunch, merienda. At 10:00 ng gabi ng ako’y kumain ng dinner…hayyyyzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, kaninang umaga, medyo nagkaroon ako ng error sa addition at subtraction ng mga numero. Medyo lang naman, kaso para sa boss ko malaki yun sympre....hehehe. kaya ayun, what do you expect, edi pinagalitan ako. Ang sabi “I don’t want this to happen again” ooohhhh noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya siguro lalo akong namutla….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-612157062837558759?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/612157062837558759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=612157062837558759' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/612157062837558759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/612157062837558759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/colorless.html' title='colorless'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2062400556983308778</id><published>2009-02-20T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:59:16.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special agent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZ6o0FZPpXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9YNpALHksdk/s1600-h/2552014582_20a2cbaf14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZ6o0FZPpXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9YNpALHksdk/s320/2552014582_20a2cbaf14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304863023843747186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyyyyyyyy napakahirap maging babae. &lt;br /&gt;Tulad ngayon, wala na kaming kasambahay sa bahay at bilang nag-iisang babae sa aming pamilya obligado akong kumilos. Maghugas ng plato, Punas dito, walis dito. Yan ang aking ginagawa bago umalis at pagdating ng bahay…okei okei, wala ng punas…at konting walis lang…hehhehe. buti na lang marunong magluto si daddy at si kapatid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina dala-dala kong bumaba ang mga maduduming damit ko, nilagay sa mesa at sabay sabi “daddy, paki daan naman sa laundry shop” wahahahah…tinawag ko pa syang daddy inutusan din pala…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko tuloy, If I were a boy, ano kaya ang mga bagay-bagay na gagawin ko….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmmmmnn….mag-eenrol ako sa PMA bilang cadete. Hinid ako maggagraduate na top honor, oks lang. Perp kabilang ako sa ititrain nila bilang special agent dahil sa taglay kong husay . tapos kukunin ako ng gobyerno sympre, padadala sa iba’t ibang bansa upang lalong ihensayo. Ng malaman ng America at british govt ang kahusayan ko pag-aagawan nila ako. Ahihihiii…ang gulo ng utak ko ah!toink!  Bakit napunta ako dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kahit mahirap maging babae, ayaw ko pa rin maging lalaki noh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks lang na maging special agent ako sa aming bahay, no problem. ill do it with love...ahihihiihi...pero kung may gagawa nun para sa akin, hhmmm why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2062400556983308778?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2062400556983308778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2062400556983308778' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2062400556983308778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2062400556983308778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/special-agent.html' title='special agent'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZ6o0FZPpXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9YNpALHksdk/s72-c/2552014582_20a2cbaf14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2430103283574305769</id><published>2009-02-18T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:32:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag tarag tag</title><content type='html'>dahil usong-uso ang tag (ewan kung may koneksyon yun dahil buwan ng mga puso), eto at may narecib akong 50 random things i ilyk mula kay mareng &lt;a href="http://mapanuringpanitik.blogspot.com/"&gt;azel&lt;/a&gt;.  wahahahahaah...50 things. susss! kaya ko ba itechi. hehehehe...see, lets see....i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)dancing(2)combat!(3)taebo(4)muay thai(5)fish ball(6)squid ball(7)dragon ball z(8)sashimi(9)sushi(10)tempura(11)pasta!!(12)green mango(13)pati na rin hinog na manga (14)burong kapampangan(15)adobong kapampangan(16)dog(17)taho(18)numbers (19)television(20)cakes-conti's &amp; estrells(21)pastries(22)pizza(23)water(24)longggg conversation (25)milk(26)peanut butter(27)cooking(28)kulay azul(29)berde(30)puti(31)yakult(32)tv series na 24(33)playing with kids(34)christmas(35)holy week(36)duhat(37)kaimito(38)bibingka(39)magsulat (40)maglakad (41)transformer movie(42)reading(43)paper(44)pen(45)singing(46)(47)peanuts(48)mag-shopping(49)travel(50)pinas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whheeeewwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;gravacious tlga itetchi. nagutom tuloy ako! kasi naman puro ata pagkain ang binaggit ko...ahihihihii. at dahil nahirapan ako, gaganti ako sympre. bro, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sedfre21.blogspot.com/"&gt;ice &lt;/a&gt;, kaw naman...enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2430103283574305769?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2430103283574305769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2430103283574305769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2430103283574305769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2430103283574305769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-tarag-tag.html' title='tag tarag tag'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-9071916270940155321</id><published>2009-02-16T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:26:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of start</title><content type='html'>bakit the end of start ang title? ay ewan! wala akong maisip. ay hindi pala, may naisip ako at un ang naisip ko. (ano daw?) o sya, share ko lang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a start need to finish&lt;br /&gt;a beginnig has it end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness would never happy&lt;br /&gt;if there's no loneliness&lt;br /&gt;how can you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;if there's no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day isn't always fun&lt;br /&gt;excitement, joy, and fear ride&lt;br /&gt;for today there is tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;as loneliness and happiness fuse together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs to be love&lt;br /&gt;to love meant to hurt&lt;br /&gt;for to be with your special someone&lt;br /&gt;conflict and problems are your strongest enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes something happen&lt;br /&gt;in a time were we unexpected&lt;br /&gt;we may not really want it&lt;br /&gt;but it's a life to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-9071916270940155321?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/9071916270940155321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=9071916270940155321' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9071916270940155321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9071916270940155321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-start.html' title='the end of start'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3916403562806961464</id><published>2009-02-13T17:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:07:26.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shopaholic Confession</title><content type='html'>Hi! My name is Jez and im a shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten so many things in my life, yet I can vividly remember the moment I was fascinated with shopping.  Mom and Dad were scheduled for an interview at the us embassy. Since I got my paycheck, I told Mom that we will buy clothes for her to wear during interview.  And there we were surrounded by shorts, skirts, pants, blouses, ties, tank tops, belts, sandals, bags, pants. That time, I felt I was Alicia Silverstone (of the movie clueless) having a huge closest. And for the first time, I also daydream of winning the “shop till you drop” promo of any credit card company so I could have countless of clothes, bags, shoes and accessories in my closet. Thinking of this put smile in my face.  In a little while, mom had picked a skirt, blouse, and sandals and when she all wore them she is shining, indeed. Mom coached me in my outfit. She let me know if I fit or not the clothes I wear until I was acquainted with my own manner and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to hongkong, I convinced myself not to spend a penny for shopping. I was only carrying one travel bag when we left the Philippines, but on our way back home I am bringing already two travel bag. The extra bag I bought in HK was full of shirts, blouses, pants, caps, belts, bags and accessories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I have an inclination of being an impulsive buyer. I’ve bought blouses that I’ve wore once or twice only.  One pant I even bought that I never wear. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVCH-TttcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oAi7B654hxI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVCH-TttcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oAi7B654hxI/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302216841050830274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still there in my closest, hanging and untouched with its price tag. I bought it two years ago!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story goes the same with my books. I have lots of books I never read. &lt;br /&gt;I have bags I seldom use. I have also one that I have never used.&lt;br /&gt;I have sandals I only wore once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what pushed me to buy; I don’t exactly why; I guess it’s the strong feeling of connection and add-on to my life. “Yes, I know my limitations and my capacity. I am in control of myself and of my credit card.” I always tell that to myself, always! But who am I deceiving?? ? I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last January, I decided to stop for awhile so I cut my credit card into pieces. I paid all the remaining balances and called the customer hotline to cut their service. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVCqhOMRTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ykN5mfOVRQI/s1600-h/jez+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVCqhOMRTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ykN5mfOVRQI/s320/jez+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302217434538460466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so happy when I received my billing statement with zero amounts due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVEm6EfcbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vSxcrRDXdNM/s1600-h/jez+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVEm6EfcbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vSxcrRDXdNM/s320/jez+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302219571512439218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But since I earned points, I told the customer service agent to convert it into a gift certificate of store specialist. Talking about being tired, huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch “confession of a shopaholic “ in cinemas on February 18, 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebeccabloomwood.com" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/shopaholic_1.swf" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/shopaholic_1.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3916403562806961464?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3916403562806961464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3916403562806961464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3916403562806961464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3916403562806961464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-shopaholic-confession.html' title='My Shopaholic Confession'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SZVCH-TttcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oAi7B654hxI/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7710820598860714801</id><published>2009-02-13T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:49:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang hamon</title><content type='html'>ngayon ang huling araw ng aking kasambahay. isang taon at isang buwan ko rin syang nakasama. naging magaan ang pakikitungo ko sa buhay ng dahil sa kanya. ang busy-busy(h)an kong buhay ay naging maluwag. nabigyan ko ng panahon ang aking trabaho sa opisina, ang aking sarili, ang aking mga kaibigan at ang aking pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;umaalis ako at dumarating ng bahay na kampanteng may pagkain sa mesa, nalabhan ang aking mga damit, malinis ang aking kwarto at higit sa lahat may nag-aalaga sa aking mahal na aso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon sya'y lilisan na, nag-iisip na akong stratehiya kung paano pagkakasyahin ang oras sa mga gawain. nagtatrabaho ako mula lunes hanggang sabado, umaga hanggang hapon. pagka-gabi pumupunta ko sa gym, minsan gabi kung makipagkita ang aking mga kaibigan sa kadahilanang pare-parehas na may trabaho. tuwing linggo kailangan kong umuwi ng probinsya upang makipaglaro sa aking kaisa-isang pamangkin at upang gampanan ang obligasyon ko sa aking ka-organisasyon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakahirap pa namang maglinis, magluto, maglaba, mamlantsa at mag-alaga ng aso…kung dati nakaya kong lahat iyon ng wala akong kasambahay, siguro naman magagawa ko ulit yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyy buhhhaayyyy…affected kasi ng krisis eh, kaya kailangang magbawas ng gastos. Huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7710820598860714801?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7710820598860714801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7710820598860714801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7710820598860714801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7710820598860714801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/isang-hamon.html' title='isang hamon'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6053987133310004530</id><published>2009-02-02T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:01:38.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter</title><content type='html'>there is a place in sagada they call "echo valley". if you shout any word, it would resonate unto you. and there i repeated shouting words and names when i was there years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past few days the phrase "it doesn't matter" keeps on echoing in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're friends. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;you look good. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;you walk so sexy. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;we talk. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;we chat. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;we dine. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;i dream of you. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it doesn't. no matter i turn the world upside down, no matter i say what if....i should have done this and that.....if only.....all this thoughts in my mind, everything doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am aware of course, believe me i am. that night we parted ways i felt light and happy. i wish you all the best, im sure you know that. people may not understand our friendship, but it doesn't matter because we know in our hearts that we truly care for each other. and we are friends that all that matters to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6053987133310004530?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6053987133310004530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6053987133310004530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6053987133310004530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6053987133310004530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2884381576327267040</id><published>2009-01-27T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:19:42.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the yes man</title><content type='html'>im not a Jim Carrey fan. In fact i dont like him. He acts too OA. i saw the billboard of his latest movie THE YES MAN yesterday, and i don't have a plan to watch it. I never thought ill meet my friend, and the first movie he utter is lets watch THE YES MAN. alright, fine then. he's treating me, he's paying the bill so i just said, alright, lets watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Jim Carrey it was as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Though in fairness, he is good. He can make you (and me)laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and it wasn't all fun and laughter. the movie moves your interpretation of life. yes is the new no. is it? we cannot say yes to everything. of course not. who the hell would say yes when asked "can you give me your millions of savings?". hhmmnnn,,,on the other hand, that would do good to me.hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned and realized alot this day. not all came from that movie though.&lt;br /&gt;do you have a friend, who is very positive. whose mind you love listening? i do and he is my therapist. hahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2884381576327267040?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2884381576327267040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2884381576327267040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2884381576327267040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2884381576327267040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-man.html' title='the yes man'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-379374821797354842</id><published>2009-01-22T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:32:29.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson 101</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you live your life properly, your  dreams will come to you&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-379374821797354842?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/379374821797354842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=379374821797354842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/379374821797354842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/379374821797354842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-101.html' title='lesson 101'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8688009341674194333</id><published>2009-01-22T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:47:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to me</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talk to me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;that caught my eye as we travel the nlex back home to metro city.&lt;br /&gt;this past few days i've been thinking alot...yeah alot. about what? well, my carreer, my visions, my missions, my goals, my life, my interest, my parents, my brothers, my earnings, my expenses, my savings...&lt;br /&gt;i've told mom that growing up means great responsibilities. honestly, it scares me!&lt;br /&gt;if only i feed my own stomach, travel with my own feet, sleep in my own bed then i can manage on my own. but i couldn't and will never leave the shadow of my family.&lt;br /&gt;it's good thing i worry about my future. it only means that i will work my butt out but then again why i worry too much!?! barack obama already swore as president of the united states, and he brings changes and hope to all americans. but then again, im not american?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not all that bad, my friend, hmmm&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;If you believe there's Someone&lt;br /&gt;Who walks through life without you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;Just learn to reach out,&lt;br /&gt;And open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Lift up hands to God,&lt;br /&gt;And He'll show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said, "Cast your burdens upon Me&lt;br /&gt;Those who are heavily laden,&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me, all of you who are tired&lt;br /&gt;Of carrying heavy loads,&lt;br /&gt;For the yoke I will give you is easy&lt;br /&gt;And My burden is light,&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel the world&lt;br /&gt;Is tumblin' down on you,&lt;br /&gt;And you have no one&lt;br /&gt;That you can hold on to,&lt;br /&gt;Just face the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see hope,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no need to run&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hands to God,&lt;br /&gt;And He'll make you feel all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said, "Cast your burdens upon Me&lt;br /&gt;Those who are heavily laden,&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me, all of you who are tired&lt;br /&gt;Of carrying heavy loads,&lt;br /&gt;For the yoke I will give you is easy&lt;br /&gt;And My burden is light,&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me and I will give you rest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8688009341674194333?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8688009341674194333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8688009341674194333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8688009341674194333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8688009341674194333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-to-me.html' title='talk to me'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5283847920628454921</id><published>2009-01-16T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:01:21.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much so that today</title><content type='html'>rush hour. deadline is getting closer. pressure ito! duh!&lt;br /&gt;i am a workaholic, i think (?). when i work, i work. inspite of that, girl, i still have time to enjoy what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina sa gym, last day ni instructor B. full packed ang studio. ang lakas ng haha...huhuhu (bigkasin sa matigas at malakas na tono..haha,,huhu). Dahil last combat, sympre gustong masaksihan (kabilang na ako sympre) ang huling El Bimbo ni titser. Nag overtime nga kami eh. Buti na lang ginawa ko ang assignment na inatang ni Tita A. dahil doon may hawak hawak na banner (karatula) upang iparamdam kay titser na mamimiss sya. Im sure they’ll agree with me na isa sya sa magaling na titser sa combat. At pagkatapos na aming pagsusuntok, pagsisipa, pag tatalon…kumuha kami ng souvenier. Photo here, photo there, photo everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after work out, what comes next? You guess it right, kainan! Ano pa nga ba. We headed to teriyaki boy (on which I’ve been telling my mate to dine there) kaso too bad it was already closed. So instead we went back upstairs and eat at Napoli. We ordered platter, pesto and pizza (this time walang any kind of salad na inorder..hhhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kath , gave us a pahabol na xmas gift. I received a black beaded accessory. Nice, like it. Thanks kath. And his bf joined us. Tuloy nabuking an gaming pagiging madaldal at machismis,,,,weheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa bahay, nakita ko ang plastic na sa aking tingin ay sa wakas dumating na ang aking mga inorder na libro. I confirmed the order last Friday but my books arrived Thursday. Isn’t that too long for an online order considering Im in metro city. Huh! Dumating na rin ang pinahiram sa aking twilight book kaya unahin ko munang basahin ang istorya ni Edward at bella bago ang mga bagong dating kong books.Bakit hiram? Kasi nagkaubusan na ng libro, bookstore do not accept reservation /pre –order books for twilight. So guess what I did? Aside from barrowing it to my boss, I ordered sa usa. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na rin ang shirt na inorder ko for my brother. He likes it. And it fits him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, my sss id finally arrived! yahoo! i'm now a legal alien in this country i love so much. biruin mo 6yrs na ako sa work, last year lang ako kumuha ng id. duh! i hate long lines, i hate crowded area kaya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s for today folks. i'm looking forward for the weekends. nahhh, ill just stay home to sleep and watch dvd..heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5283847920628454921?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5283847920628454921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5283847920628454921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5283847920628454921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5283847920628454921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-so-that-today.html' title='so much so that today'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4891878252795892913</id><published>2009-01-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:39:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday announcement! (ang aga naman!)</title><content type='html'>the malacanang already announced the working and non working holidays for the year 2009 as early as today. ain't we just came from a 12 days vacation last december. oh well, sabagay, that was last year and year 2009 holidays is something to look forward to! i'm sure. we need a break to recharge our energy afterall. so, here are the list of our holidays! we can now schedule our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maundy Thursday (April 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday (April 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw ng Kagitingan (April 6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day (May 1) - friday - meaning long weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day (June 12) - friday- long weekend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;National Heroes Day (August 31) - monday- long weekend na naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonifacio Day (November 30)- monday- need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal Day (December 30) - monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special working holidays include: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ninoy Aquino Day (August 21), All Saints Day (November 1) and New Year’s Eve (December 31). November 2 and December 24 were also added as special non-working days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the celebration of Eid’l Fitr (end of Ramadan), President Arroyo said  the holiday will be based from the Islamic calendar or the lunar calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmn....medyo umiksi ang vacation for the december. last year we had a straight 12 days (for others 13 pa nga).&lt;br /&gt;and how come the usual edsa celebration for the month of February was not declared?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4891878252795892913?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4891878252795892913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4891878252795892913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4891878252795892913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4891878252795892913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-announcement-ang-aga-naman.html' title='holiday announcement! (ang aga naman!)'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3862469458146818861</id><published>2009-01-07T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:36:16.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOF1AzJPsI/AAAAAAAAATs/OvNCDbtuxJE/s1600-h/1_400321922l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOF1AzJPsI/AAAAAAAAATs/OvNCDbtuxJE/s320/1_400321922l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288217533257170626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is prince, my one and only nephew!&lt;br /&gt;he is so cute, so adorable especially when he laugh and responds to my paglalabing.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i received a text message from my brother that he was rushed to the hospital. dami daw sinuka at namumutla. his ihi and tae was tested and results showed atin yang nana takla. uminom na sya ng gamot, his mother said he has recovered at nakikipaglaro na daw. still, am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh! nothing to worry, i know. God will protect him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3862469458146818861?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3862469458146818861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3862469458146818861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3862469458146818861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3862469458146818861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/prince.html' title='prince'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOF1AzJPsI/AAAAAAAAATs/OvNCDbtuxJE/s72-c/1_400321922l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7664378367443632933</id><published>2009-01-04T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:21:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>link to dela paz case story</title><content type='html'>when i watched it on television, i cant help myself na mapamura kahit ang wish ko is to be a good girl na. who wouldnt be!!!!??  a politician beating an old guy who just enjoying the christmas day with his family. worst in the eye of a 14yr old son and daughter. &lt;br /&gt;i love my dad too. thats why napaiyak din ako when i watched the news. napaka minor ng mga bata para masaksihan nila ang pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here's the link sa full story blog mismo ng daughter. &lt;a href="http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world has gone crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOLeft33vI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xK0vk4bB1Oc/s1600-h/redleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOLeft33vI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xK0vk4bB1Oc/s200/redleaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288223743489335026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family needs our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pahabol; to all mayors, congressman, senators and all politicians: please do remember that you are in your position to serve people not to be served. be a verry good exmple in following the rules and regulations. minsan lang tayong mabuhay sa mundo, ayusin nyo mga buhay nyo! kepa at tinawag kyong leaders? alam nyo naman ba ang ibig sabihin ng lEADERS?? naman! cge nga, ano oh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7664378367443632933?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7664378367443632933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7664378367443632933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7664378367443632933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7664378367443632933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/nakakamura-at-nakakatraumang-incident.html' title='link to dela paz case story'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SWOLeft33vI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xK0vk4bB1Oc/s72-c/redleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3362400481525446768</id><published>2009-01-01T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:23:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do before i turn 30!</title><content type='html'>when new year comes, that's another 1 year add to my (and your) age. No, no no...im not turning 30 yet (omg!). i wont tell you my age either. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy revillame just show off his houses and cars featured in yes magazine in his tv program. gravacious! ang lalaki at ang gaganda. so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have here listed  things to do before i turn 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have a car &lt;/span&gt;(i pay on my own.....oh yeah, of course on my own. nobody would help me pay  the amortization, not my dad, not my brother, not my mom...but only me.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;visit europe or america&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;earn my first million&lt;/span&gt;! (if only i didnt lend any to anyone i would have probably earn my first million.....hahahahahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;donate blood to red cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pay the downpayment in a condo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lose 20lbs&lt;/span&gt;! (that's my target this year!)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;establish a new business venture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do bungee jumping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3362400481525446768?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3362400481525446768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3362400481525446768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3362400481525446768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3362400481525446768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-do-before-i-turn-30.html' title='things to do before i turn 30!'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4909717079928097138</id><published>2008-12-31T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:33:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell 2008!</title><content type='html'>goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;you have a special part in my heart. because of you i became more strong woman with sense and sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;i am not perfect (nobody's perfect ain't right?). yes, i must admit i didn't try harder to be as calm, as kind-hearted, as patience as i could.&lt;br /&gt;no one to blame to, afterall i make my own choices and my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;but i do not regret anything in my life. all my experiences teaches me one way or another how to deal with life and its surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people misunderstood me. many believe that i'm a witch and a bitch. i do get hurt when they stab me. very often i show my sentiment, only to people very dear to my heart.they may see me emotionless, regard me like the stone in the desert, very stiff and hard, but i love you still, i love them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry for all the hurtful words. &lt;br /&gt;im so sorry for taking advantage of your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;i asked your blessings as i face the new year, new season of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell 2008! thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4909717079928097138?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4909717079928097138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4909717079928097138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4909717079928097138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4909717079928097138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008.html' title='farewell 2008!'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2184124693346320759</id><published>2008-12-20T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:47:49.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding long lost friend(?)</title><content type='html'>o dibah, you havent seen them for 10 years, but thanks to friendster i was able to connect with my old friends and classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its exciting.&lt;br /&gt;seeing them again. its an opportunity to open the communication and establish a new friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, it also gives me a heart pounding, heart breaking moment since i will now know the updates on their status. damn! is it hurting? hahahaha....i question now why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2184124693346320759?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2184124693346320759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2184124693346320759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2184124693346320759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2184124693346320759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/finding-long-lost-friend.html' title='finding long lost friend(?)'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8163038882159944823</id><published>2008-12-14T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:54:06.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist ko</title><content type='html'>Christmas is so near nah.&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking on what would be my gift to myself.&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't decided on that yet, i have here a list of the gifts i want to receive this Christmas. (In case friends would read this and my boss(es) too, hindi na kayo mahihirapan mag-isip kung ano gusto ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 1 and very important to my list is a - T700 sony digicam (yung pink ah, pero pwede na rin kahit anong kulay). i really wanted to join the nuffnang contest dati kaso wala akong maisip na i-post eh. sayang ung cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following list are in random orders na.&lt;br /&gt;2. roundtrip to boracay or to bangkok&lt;br /&gt;3. iphone&lt;br /&gt;4. havainnas slipper (kindly ilagay receipt in case gusto ko papalit ang kulay or design)&lt;br /&gt;4. lacoste shirt w/ collar (also pakilagay receipt in case gusto ko papalit kulay)&lt;br /&gt;5. nike jogging pants / and or shirt (for my gym outfit)&lt;br /&gt;6. nike rubber shoes&lt;br /&gt;7. home decor (vases, curtain, bed and pillowssss)&lt;br /&gt;8. portable dvd&lt;br /&gt;9. bvlgari perfume&lt;br /&gt;10. shirt for my dog&lt;br /&gt;11. travel bag&lt;br /&gt;12. armani pants&lt;br /&gt;13. aircon (kahit 2hp lang)&lt;br /&gt;14. gift certificate sa animal house (mahal kasi ng maintenance ng baby ko eh..heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat in advance! A blessed day to you! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8163038882159944823?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8163038882159944823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8163038882159944823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8163038882159944823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8163038882159944823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishlist-ko.html' title='wishlist ko'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8424258411035310610</id><published>2008-12-07T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:33:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round eight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtl0CSmYBI/AAAAAAAAATM/pC4Z825TIEs/s1600-h/capt_6e0d1bee1b6945f4a2c0d62675006820_de_la_hoya_pacquiao_boxing_nvej101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtl0CSmYBI/AAAAAAAAATM/pC4Z825TIEs/s320/capt_6e0d1bee1b6945f4a2c0d62675006820_de_la_hoya_pacquiao_boxing_nvej101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276923333037154322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i open the net &lt;br /&gt;as the telecast is yet to start on tv&lt;br /&gt;it's already known &lt;br /&gt;dela hoya gave up&lt;br /&gt;on round eight&lt;br /&gt;just as before of course round 9 starts&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MABUHAY KA PACMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MABUHAY KA PILIPINAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtk2i0nDVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ffQB_-Gfmec/s1600-h/1228624814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtk2i0nDVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ffQB_-Gfmec/s320/1228624814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922276617850194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtlTEaTNjI/AAAAAAAAATE/KIxbLkUJ7to/s1600-h/585b31d8511d6435d4637bb24ba10a4d-getty-82552102mw046_oscar_de_la_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtlTEaTNjI/AAAAAAAAATE/KIxbLkUJ7to/s320/585b31d8511d6435d4637bb24ba10a4d-getty-82552102mw046_oscar_de_la_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922766670640690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtpmmBxfhI/AAAAAAAAATU/4woatwqDOYY/s1600-h/capt_d100fcc60c3b4fb3876ee139628b1e78_de_la_hoya_pacquiao_boxing_nvtg118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtpmmBxfhI/AAAAAAAAATU/4woatwqDOYY/s320/capt_d100fcc60c3b4fb3876ee139628b1e78_de_la_hoya_pacquiao_boxing_nvtg118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276927500158598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtsmHdiMGI/AAAAAAAAATc/gzI_fl69LHk/s1600-h/201450b65bf2e48adf67f5e9c41680a0-getty-boxing-us-phi-de_la_hoya-pacquiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtsmHdiMGI/AAAAAAAAATc/gzI_fl69LHk/s320/201450b65bf2e48adf67f5e9c41680a0-getty-boxing-us-phi-de_la_hoya-pacquiao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276930790488420450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;dela hoya you will always be the golde boy naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;tignan mo nga....gwapo ka pa rin naman eh&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STttfxKcmYI/AAAAAAAAATk/QCLUJpoEt1A/s1600-h/3fe41874fc8d51b4f194e90f301bb754-getty-82552102mw044_oscar_de_la_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STttfxKcmYI/AAAAAAAAATk/QCLUJpoEt1A/s320/3fe41874fc8d51b4f194e90f301bb754-getty-82552102mw044_oscar_de_la_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276931780935195010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8424258411035310610?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8424258411035310610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8424258411035310610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8424258411035310610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8424258411035310610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/round-eight.html' title='round eight!'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtl0CSmYBI/AAAAAAAAATM/pC4Z825TIEs/s72-c/capt_6e0d1bee1b6945f4a2c0d62675006820_de_la_hoya_pacquiao_boxing_nvej101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-1495662351196704235</id><published>2008-12-07T13:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:44:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work with me</title><content type='html'>did i just woke up? even in my dreams, balancing this numbers&lt;br /&gt;disturb me. hayyyzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weekend, usually i 'll leave office as early as office hour ends. give me a break c'on! after working the whole week days my mind and body deserves a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my officemates left.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed.&lt;br /&gt;i want to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type, write, calculate, record.....its getting nearer. i can sense it. im almost done.......5..4...3...2...1...press enter then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtfNFQ3NcI/AAAAAAAAASc/GAnXyUtBxtA/s1600-h/286a3a036bd85966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtfNFQ3NcI/AAAAAAAAASc/GAnXyUtBxtA/s200/286a3a036bd85966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276916066750510530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it! &lt;br /&gt;its negative.&lt;br /&gt;it should not be like that.&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;huh!...think..think..think./..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtgcI_yHQI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_YqCjKZijI/s1600-h/0ebabbe9141ba8e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtgcI_yHQI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_YqCjKZijI/s200/0ebabbe9141ba8e2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917424962280706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go home!!!! &lt;br /&gt;i miss my baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STthsY4f1iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xDKQoFhcdK4/s1600-h/1_453303417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STthsY4f1iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xDKQoFhcdK4/s200/1_453303417l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918803616224802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-1495662351196704235?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1495662351196704235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=1495662351196704235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1495662351196704235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1495662351196704235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-with-me.html' title='work with me'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/STtfNFQ3NcI/AAAAAAAAASc/GAnXyUtBxtA/s72-c/286a3a036bd85966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8057852015432148826</id><published>2008-12-04T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:25:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past vast fast</title><content type='html'>ang bilis dumaan ng araw. ilang tulog na lang, pasko na!&lt;br /&gt;sa dami ng ginagawa sa opisina, at sa ibang extra curricular activity minsan hindi ko na namamalayan ang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag nasa opisina ako, sa sobrang tutok sa work dahil naghahabol ng deadline hindi na ako tumitingin sa orasan. kapag naririnig ko ng kumukurog ang tiyan ko, un na ang senyales ko na "hey girl, lunch break ka muna its past 12 nah"&lt;br /&gt;buwan ng december na ata ng pinaka toxic na buwan para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;ang daming dapat ipasa, daming dapat tapusin, daming dapat asikasuhin.&lt;br /&gt;pero mahaba ang bakasyon ngayon, sarap matulog ng mahaba. sarap i-pamper ng katawan  ko..un ay kung may bakasyon ako. mukhang kahit holiday papasukin  ko para mahabol ko deadline...hayyyzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may ilang dinner na sinet naming magkakaibigan ang aking hindi sinipot. pero dahil sa pag aabsent ko, may penalty na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganunpaman, gustong gusto kong madami akong ginagawa. para hindi ako mabor sympre.&lt;br /&gt;tsaka para naman may silbi ang presensya ko noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang nagkaron ako ng oras para magsulat kahit na gusto ko ng humiga at matulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe that year 2008 is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;excited na ako sa pagdating ng 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8057852015432148826?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8057852015432148826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8057852015432148826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8057852015432148826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8057852015432148826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-vast-fast.html' title='past vast fast'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-818088468243598377</id><published>2008-11-10T13:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:45:21.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfELwczGxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3sM6QfQCySQ/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfELwczGxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3sM6QfQCySQ/s200/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266893995496381202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a feeling of fulfillment when you share you’re blessings to a community in need of. I love kids, I have fond of teaching them abc and 123. When opportunity approaches me, I get excited to find myself spare time so I could mingle with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their genuine smile and laughter and their innocent mind reminds you that life afterall is as lovely as the ray of light. Kids wants to feel that they are being cared, loved and that they are belonged to the family (community). A simple hug, kiss, touch coming from us would assure them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back when we visited GK site, I was with couple of kids while eating our lunch. I asked each of their names. I memorized, and recited their names while pointing to each kids.  They all laugh and enjoyed. Then one by one other kids joined our group and raised their hands asking me to know their names too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, we went to krus na ligas in diliman qc for our feeding program. here ill share you some of our pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfGFTdUOkI/AAAAAAAAARk/gn2a-nW8TNc/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfGFTdUOkI/AAAAAAAAARk/gn2a-nW8TNc/s200/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896083657964098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is me, teaching ericka and ealiza to pose for a pict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfGkJWVePI/AAAAAAAAARs/Nx_gaCRGtqE/s1600-h/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfGkJWVePI/AAAAAAAAARs/Nx_gaCRGtqE/s200/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896613520275698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing with jollibee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfHSH_tZbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NcfW6QR2WQc/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfHSH_tZbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NcfW6QR2WQc/s200/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266897403430921650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfIw5hCcDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zANEG6V27K4/s1600-h/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfIw5hCcDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zANEG6V27K4/s200/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266899031631753266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfJUQpF7VI/AAAAAAAAASE/aOSTEnbqYTc/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfJUQpF7VI/AAAAAAAAASE/aOSTEnbqYTc/s200/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266899639134973266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfKNVn6BRI/AAAAAAAAASM/fO-cJ2VDDQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfKNVn6BRI/AAAAAAAAASM/fO-cJ2VDDQ0/s200/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266900619724719378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-818088468243598377?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/818088468243598377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=818088468243598377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/818088468243598377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/818088468243598377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/outreach.html' title='outreach'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SRfELwczGxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3sM6QfQCySQ/s72-c/IMG_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-167572204267036603</id><published>2008-11-03T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:01:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>efficient calculator</title><content type='html'>Usually, our HR consultant sends any work related to my email. Lagi yun naka cc ako and always with attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I received an email from him with a subject efficient calculator. I wonder on what it is all about. He didn’t call me regarding whatever that is. I open it and download the attachment anyway since I guess it was intended for me. Only when I open the email that I realized it wasn’t a normal business or office transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions       &lt;br /&gt;1) Write your name in the yellow box &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) Write your age in the green box &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) Write your company's name in the red box &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) Write "Start" in the blue box and press "Enter" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the “game” anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Answered each questions correctly.&lt;br /&gt;And when I finished I press enter as it instructed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat naman ako sa result. Para akong sinisigawan na&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, jez magtrabaho kana&lt;br /&gt;Itigil mo ang paglalaro sa email kapag nasa opisina kana&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa glc hindi ka binabayaran para maglaro lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmppp…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-167572204267036603?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/167572204267036603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=167572204267036603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/167572204267036603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/167572204267036603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/11/efficient-calculator.html' title='efficient calculator'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2130504071327037753</id><published>2008-10-29T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:05:05.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQgioFEk7_I/AAAAAAAAARU/AXmbN4qkEN0/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_15edd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQgioFEk7_I/AAAAAAAAARU/AXmbN4qkEN0/s200/PhotoFunia_15edd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262494236533911538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I miss this converstion&lt;br /&gt;Boy: if u mis d conversation den u must mis also d 1 u converse w/….&lt;br /&gt;Girl: dont u mis me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wat dyu tink?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: you tell me. i tot u read minds&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wat i read is not as accurate as wat u will tell me&lt;br /&gt;Girl: why dont u try&lt;br /&gt;Boy: what if I kissed u the night we went out, what would you have felt?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don’t know what will I feel, you didn’t try it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Boy: so, u want me to try?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: it’s not important. That was long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Boy: you’re avoiding the topic?&lt;br /&gt;Girl. No, im answering your questions. Aren’t you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wen sumbody say's "it's not important" chances are it is important. you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: no. why they say it when they mean the other way&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i don't know, you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: it just makes things complicated if u mean the other way&lt;br /&gt;Boy: yeah i guess your right.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i think sumhow u wer "kinda" expecting dat i'd take advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i dont. harmless ka naman eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2130504071327037753?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2130504071327037753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2130504071327037753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2130504071327037753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2130504071327037753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation.html' title='a conversation'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQgioFEk7_I/AAAAAAAAARU/AXmbN4qkEN0/s72-c/PhotoFunia_15edd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6877569019514176814</id><published>2008-10-25T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:06:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night in rodante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQKbNqUQIKI/AAAAAAAAARE/kFVCBgJkoqc/s1600-h/2008_nights_in_rodanthe_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQKbNqUQIKI/AAAAAAAAARE/kFVCBgJkoqc/s200/2008_nights_in_rodanthe_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260937973721997474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, ill meet my friend to give the documents I printed. While waiting for her, I decided to check on the décor section of the department store hoping to buy décor (obviously) in our house. After looking and checking their display, I decided not to buy any for I don’t want to have baggage carrying (haaayyyzzzz, ano bay an!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read Nicholas Sparks writings. I’ve seen the movie versions also. That’s why when I saw the banner of Night in Rodante that stars Richard Gere, I immediately tagged my friend to watch the movie. Since my head ache also, I thought watching a movie might relax my mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored at the first part of the story. And since it’s says “it’s never too late for second chance” I thought they were couple, husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, when I saw Mark (son of Paul –R.Gere) at the doorstep. But what to do you expect with Nicholas Sparks novel, they are not happy ending. (oh yes, The Notebook and The Wedding ends happily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was teary eye. “When you found your true love, you’ve got to hold on it.  And it should bring the best of you not the less of you” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyzzz, when will I be fall in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6877569019514176814?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6877569019514176814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6877569019514176814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6877569019514176814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6877569019514176814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-in-rodante.html' title='night in rodante'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SQKbNqUQIKI/AAAAAAAAARE/kFVCBgJkoqc/s72-c/2008_nights_in_rodanthe_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3114982950270654451</id><published>2008-10-21T12:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:31:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donyang katulong</title><content type='html'>I woke up early&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of cleaning the house. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning the house, lola, cousins and tita’s came in for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;The house is a mess again. Few minutes later, they said bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;So, I clean the house again.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s clean, neighbors came in to help us hang the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;Little cousins came in to play with prince.&lt;br /&gt;The house is a mess again.&lt;br /&gt;After they put the paintings in our wall, I asked my little cousins to&lt;br /&gt;Help me clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1XYfLd2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bn3kQokoU-I/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1XYfLd2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bn3kQokoU-I/s200/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456018036676786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1Xlua42nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/c73AO_etsFk/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1Xlua42nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/c73AO_etsFk/s200/Image097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456245466192498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1YAga4SgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uo_q4pp_GC4/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1YAga4SgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uo_q4pp_GC4/s200/Image098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456705564527106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dibah! and this little cousins of mine are even wearing make up&lt;br /&gt;i hope the DSWD and Bantay Bata wouldnt apprehend me. hehehe. they would be now my official donya katulong. hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they finished cleaning up, pinakain ko ng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1Y8IdBDiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/glKRbUA_DUw/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1Y8IdBDiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/glKRbUA_DUw/s200/Image119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259457729923190306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1ZruMdfhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cPHqNI37VHs/s1600-h/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1ZruMdfhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cPHqNI37VHs/s200/Image107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259458547508149778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1aMc147mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9NoSqS92N20/s1600-h/Image123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1aMc147mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9NoSqS92N20/s200/Image123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459109785759330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3114982950270654451?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3114982950270654451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3114982950270654451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3114982950270654451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3114982950270654451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/donyang-katulong.html' title='donyang katulong'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SP1XYfLd2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bn3kQokoU-I/s72-c/Image087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2042926969818284237</id><published>2008-10-13T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:31:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the silence of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SPQgjXu4_tI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZLVr_QqL8iM/s1600-h/4252835628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SPQgjXu4_tI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZLVr_QqL8iM/s200/4252835628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862457086410450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I'd listen to my spirit so freely.&lt;br /&gt;It's when my eyes begin to see the old memories so visibly.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I could feel my soul so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;In the strong sense of it I recognize the weaknesses of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart stuffs have different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;I'd then realize that I greet in contempt the better things.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I can always visit the younger me.&lt;br /&gt;I could honestly tell the far distance between myself and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I can cry so loud like a tiny babe.&lt;br /&gt;And taste the sweetness of freedom so desired by any slave.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart on me power and wisdom fall down.&lt;br /&gt;And it transforms my meekness and idiocy into blocks to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart my many failures would disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;To understand that I am to do better and persistent I must be.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart my big successes would humble me.&lt;br /&gt;To accept that however the height I fly gravity would pull me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I could rebuke and correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell me sharp, hurtful words but never will I get upset.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I have envisioned the future me.&lt;br /&gt;To meet him finally journey must begin now and so shall it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of my mind faith overwhelms all my worries.&lt;br /&gt;Be it tribulation or test, no burden is too heavy to carry.&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of myself unease and hubbub of life is uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;It tells me to be inert at the right time shall effect better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the peace of my spirit there is nothing I can fret about.&lt;br /&gt;In the worst of my circumstances seeds of solution will sprout.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my heart I acknowledge my conflict with God.&lt;br /&gt;So I am broken, to realize that in such silence nobody is so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2042926969818284237?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2042926969818284237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2042926969818284237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2042926969818284237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2042926969818284237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-silence-of-my-heart.html' title='in the silence of my heart'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SPQgjXu4_tI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZLVr_QqL8iM/s72-c/4252835628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-416036906998892382</id><published>2008-10-10T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:11:58.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SO8cUpaRMTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iOapC9ZeAkA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SO8cUpaRMTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iOapC9ZeAkA/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255450431203651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steps out of our house and leave. I vividly remember how I hold my breath; I wanted to run, hoping to stop him. I wanted to shout his name and beg him not to leave me. Yet, I was contented on seeing him walking out of my life. I love him, but he did not hear any words from me. I love him, but I’m afraid to fight for the feeling. I love him buts and buts just prohibits me from telling it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each days passed by, &lt;br /&gt;His presence and his voice I longed.&lt;br /&gt;Memories I can’t escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years had passed. I did not hear anything from him. No calls, no messages, no news, no stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as I was mingling with friends, I heard a familiar voice. A voice I could never, in my entire life, would even put behind. My heart then starts to beat fast. It couldn’t be him!? I silently asked myself. Nervous, I roam my eyes around and look back but I was disappointed to see no one. I probably missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I reciprocate the feeling, could I be busy planning our wedding?&lt;br /&gt;If only, &lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-416036906998892382?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/416036906998892382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=416036906998892382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/416036906998892382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/416036906998892382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SO8cUpaRMTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iOapC9ZeAkA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8454809611378389667</id><published>2008-10-07T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:51:06.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SOsebXnqDTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DdKyJsTz_4A/s1600-h/jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SOsebXnqDTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DdKyJsTz_4A/s200/jeep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254326845803466034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only after I graduated from college that I appreciate riding a jeep. Why not? I mean, of course, I have no extra allowance for the taxi unlike during school days, everything is provided by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding a jeep gives me an opportunity to mingle with others. Somehow, I believe it helps me become a strong person. (sus, wala lang perang pang taxi, actually!)What I hate is riding a city bus. Duh! I had a funny experience with a city bus, ill tell you on my next post ang katangahan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don’t understand on why some passengers prefer to be sabit than cozy inside&lt;br /&gt;Like, awhile ago, three men rode the jeep. 2 of them went inside to be seated, while the one mama said “sabit na lang ako”. The driver and his collector (parang conductor nya) heard him, and they responds “may space pa para upuan mo, kung ayaw mong umupo bumaba kana lang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang taray ni kuya! Sabagay may point sila. You are paying the same fare as that of others sitting comfortable inside why settle outside at sumabit, nakakangawit pa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8454809611378389667?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8454809611378389667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8454809611378389667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8454809611378389667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8454809611378389667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabit.html' title='sabit'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SOsebXnqDTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DdKyJsTz_4A/s72-c/jeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5563718544741404741</id><published>2008-10-02T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:23:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>It’s holiday yesterday. So what do you expect? No, I didn’t go to work for overtime. Oh please, spare me your mercy…….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend to accompany me to home depot located at balintawak. Funny, it’s her first time to be in that place. But on the other hand, I haven’t also been to other places of metro city. I haven’t been to malabon and Paranaque. Considering, she’s from the southern part, yeah I guess it isn’t odd afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take pleasure in looking all kinds of brands uses at home, from tiles to vinyl, to wood, from faucet to mirrors. I love the feeling of buying all the stuffs and decorating your home. I get to exposed from the most expensive to the cheapest. What I hate is paying all the bills I purchased. Whhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished buying all the materials we need, I headed to the cashier present my credit card to pay. Then the cashier asks for my valid id at the same time pointed on the karatula saying something like “to all credit card holders, please present your valid id for verification. We are sorry for the inconveniences”. What!? I don’t have ID here, if you want I can present another credit card, atm card, a membership card but not (valid)ID. I don’t bring IDs. Wala namang magawa ang cashier, so instead she asked for any card I have. Hayyyyyy…inconvenience nga. After paying, we went to the releasing area where they would release what we had purchased. It took them awhile before they gave our stuff, medyo nainip na ang friend ko, so I told her, girl, patience is a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5563718544741404741?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5563718544741404741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5563718544741404741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5563718544741404741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5563718544741404741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/10/patience-is-virtue.html' title='patience is a virtue'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6382997303800290437</id><published>2008-09-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:52:01.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apu's side comment</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we celebrated the birthday of my apu toring (my mom’s mother) the only lola I have now. Gosh, I don’t even know how old she is. If my mom is 50, probably my lola is 73, im guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very seldom I go home to province, so very seldom has I seen her. And I only stay for one day for I have some work to do at the metro city.  sometimes I sleep with her, my way of showing i care. I am no lola’s pet, neither her favorite but it doesn’t matter. She’s my only apu left, and I want to spend some time with her whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the celebration, as soon as I arrived, I make mano and kiss my lola, tita’s and tito’s, then at once I grabbed a plate, spoon and fork and headed to where the food is waiting for me. I was so hungry what can I say. When I was putting food to my plate, my lola then said “you should get a husband and bear a baby” (oh my! I don’t even remember why and how the topic starts). My tito’s 2nd the motion. Oh nononon….i said. Im still young (oh well, I am at heart!! Hahahahah) of course ill bear a baby. Does only married woman allows giving birth I asked. My lola answered me..no, even if your single you can have a baby. Precisely, I said. I can have a child even if no husband, is that okay with you apu? My apu replied “ yes, its alright just bear a baby. Hahahah. That surprise me though. Well, atleast I wont have a problem explaining to them if ever ill be in that situation. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say im getting older, but no, im enjoying my status. Im no party girl, I don’t drink much, I don’t smoke too, I do love going to places and meeting new faces. I enjoy the time and freedom I have. Time will come, you’ll see, please wait. Im not in a rush. If it will com, it’ll come sabi nga. ANO BAHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6382997303800290437?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6382997303800290437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6382997303800290437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6382997303800290437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6382997303800290437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/apus-side-comment.html' title='apu&apos;s side comment'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-7680397164426263407</id><published>2008-09-22T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:54:58.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa lahat</title><content type='html'>sa LAHAT ng naghanap, nakaalala, at nakalimot pasensya na po sa matagal kong pananahimik sa mundo ng blogging. sa kadahilanang ako'y tinatamad na buksan ang aking computer..hehehe..actually medyo nagkasakit po ako. sipon, ubo at lagnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ko rin kayong lahat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-7680397164426263407?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/7680397164426263407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=7680397164426263407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7680397164426263407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/7680397164426263407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/sa-lahat.html' title='sa lahat'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-886826402216163122</id><published>2008-09-12T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:20:03.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offline</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, , napaka bilis ng mag remitt ng pera. Kahit nasa ibang bansa, kapag pinadala sa pinas, isang araw lang matatanggap na. ganun kabilis. Very convenient din ang internet banking, in just one click bayad na bills mo, transfer na funds mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ng BPI – we’ll take you farther. Mula batanes hanggang jolo, America, Arabia, Canada man yan. Dadalhin ka niya. We find ways sigaw ng banco de oro. Dagat ay tatawirin maibigay lang ang pera mo. Dahil you’re in good hands sabi ng metrobank.  Hindi ka raw nila pababayaan. Cause the’ye looking after you singit naman ng bank of commerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit ganun, ng magwidraw ako sa atm, offline. lumipat ako sa kabilang bangko, uy okei, walang nakasulat na offline. Pinasok ko atm, pinindot ko pin#, at amount ng iwiwidraw, naghintay akong lumabas ang pera…wala..naghintay pa rin ako,….wala pa rin, cge hintay, di ko naman pwedeng pwersahin, so hintay pa rin…ng biglang…...”SORRY, WE CANNOT PROCESS YOUR TRANSACTION. PLEASE TRY AGAIN. Would you like to do another transaction?” dahil kailangan ko ng pera, pinasok ko ulit atm ko. Pero ganun pa rin, history repeat itself ika nga. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so lipat ulit ako sa ibang bangko, offline na naman….hayyyzzzz….buhay atm nga naman. Balance inquiry lang may charge pa, mag widraw ka sa ibang bangko may charge pa. kapag minamalas, offline pa sila. Ano na nangyari sa pangako nyo!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-886826402216163122?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/886826402216163122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=886826402216163122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/886826402216163122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/886826402216163122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/offline.html' title='offline'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4376748205064549868</id><published>2008-09-10T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:03:43.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuffnang in the country</title><content type='html'>saw the banner from fellow blogger that nuffnang has arrived in the philippines. ive been seeing their banner/ads from malaysian &amp; singaporean blogger. and so i thought on when will the time timothy tiah (cofounder) would step his foot in our country. i guess need not to say more...they are in town! &amp; i've joined their community now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to be a nuffnanger. i read kenny sia, &lt;a href="http://www.timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;timothy tiah &lt;/a&gt;site. ive seen videos and pictures of their projects and events. isnt it so awesome to be part of their community? not only you meet new faces, you gain friends as well. and one of its feauture that attracts me is their &lt;strong&gt;gliterati&lt;/strong&gt;. if you are an exlusive nuffnang bloggers you'll have the priveledge to have an access to a loyalty program that no one can provide and one of them is you'll be a priority for their ads post selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what are you waiting for, come and join us and be a nuffnangers! just click &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph/"&gt;www.nuffnang.com.ph &lt;/a&gt;register and within 48hours you will be one of us. and dont forger to upload the add unit to your site so people would know that your not just an ordinary blogger, but a nuffnanger. be it in friendster, blogspot,wordpress, they have an instructions on how to add the add unit to your html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill see you aroun then...! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4376748205064549868?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4376748205064549868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4376748205064549868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4376748205064549868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4376748205064549868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuffnang-in-country_10.html' title='nuffnang in the country'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2831079514173643880</id><published>2008-09-09T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:22:13.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la lang'/><title type='text'>ang apat na koreano</title><content type='html'>sumakay ako ng jeep, ng mapansin ko ang apat na kalalakihan sa harapan ko. mga koreano. ng magsalita ang nasa harapan ko "isnt this a great eperience" ewan kung anong ibig nyang sabihin. pero nag isip ako. malamang first time nilang mag jeep kasi sabi nung mas matanda ang itsura sa kanilang lahat "no taxi, no taxi" at tumawa silang apat. o kaya first time mabasa sa ulan kasi mukhang tuwang tuwa talaga. ang saya saya ng mga mukha nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagtanong ang isang lalaki (ung pinaka matanda ang itsura) sa katabi, "excuse me, you know where kowloon is?" sagot naman ni ale "on the right side, infront of starbucks" mukhang lalo atang naguluhan si pinaka matandang itsura sa kanila. kasi umiling sya sabay sabing "i dont know starbucks". ng magbayad na sila tinanong nung pinaka batang itsura sa kanila "how much is the fare" sabi ko 8:50pesos per head. "eight hundred fifty pesos?" ulit ni pinaka matanda ang itsura sa kanila....hayyyzzz,,,,,8pesos &amp; 50 centavos ulit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero si pinaka matanda ang itsura sa kanila, hindi pa rin mapakali. lahat na ata ng sakay sa jeep tinanong kung malapit na ba kowloon, saan ang kowloon.&lt;br /&gt;tapos sabi nya "where the former president house". medyo makulit sya ah. kasi si kuya na katabi ko sinabi na sa kanila na "ill let you know if we're in kowloon" tanong pa rin ng tanong si pinakamatanda ang itsura sa kanila. hayyyzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nakialam na ako.&lt;br /&gt;"im going on the same direction as you are. ill show you the street where former president lives"&lt;br /&gt;okei, okei sabay sabay nilang sabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ayun, sabay sabay kaming bumaba sa jeep. &lt;br /&gt;siguro si kuya na pinakamatanda ang itsura sa kanila realized na nasa tamang lugar sya, tuwang tuwang sabi "right, right, this is it. thank you, thank you" "i live here" thank you, thank you"......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2831079514173643880?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2831079514173643880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2831079514173643880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2831079514173643880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2831079514173643880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/ang-apat-na-koreano.html' title='ang apat na koreano'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-366045104046573104</id><published>2008-09-06T12:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:12:31.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oktoberfest siento biente</title><content type='html'>So we went to Oktoberfest siento biente. Got free tickets, sayang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in the air-conditioned tent. Free drinks (5), free food, and a stub for games.&lt;br /&gt;The drink, was I think less alcohol (kasi hindi ko malasahan eh…duh! As if drinker!). well, that’s the way it should be, cause sometimes crowd is uncontrollable just like what happened last night in the general admission area (where the noise, the band, and of course Derek ramsey is in the house). We were not able to go within because the line is too long and they already blocked the gate prohibiting anyone to enter except of course for the production team which I’m not part of obviously. So, we went back to the tent. Oh yeah, why settle for the raucous if we can be comfortable at the marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, they’re giving t-shirt, cup, or a mug for all winners of a game (I want any of that!!!) so I gave the dart game a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICOIbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-MW0lVHeizA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICOIbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-MW0lVHeizA/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242755358016496946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won!!!! Yehey! And for my prize is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICbMKUJjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ztN64c_1_NE/s1600-h/Image009(01)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICbMKUJjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ztN64c_1_NE/s200/Image009(01)a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242755582356891186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time to attend the Oktoberfest……hihihihihihi…at least I have a souvenier. We even had an extra ticket (hindi dumating yung 1 friend ko) so what we did? We sell it for 500 pesos (well, the actual price is 1,500). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICoatuCbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hK5R-7CzuZc/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICoatuCbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hK5R-7CzuZc/s200/Image058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242755809601784242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-366045104046573104?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/366045104046573104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=366045104046573104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/366045104046573104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/366045104046573104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/oktoberfest-siento-biente.html' title='oktoberfest siento biente'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SMICOIbZZTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-MW0lVHeizA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-631563584487843968</id><published>2008-09-05T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:57:11.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession of a girl</title><content type='html'>it's not a girl thing (is it?), but i once did sent letters &amp; gifts to a guy i had crush on. (sabi nila dahil onli daughter ako at nag aral sa xclusiv school kaya malakas loob ko....kaya?)&lt;br /&gt;i was in first year then when i had a first glance with this boy. he was sitting in our terrace with his friends, waiting for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his eyes, his smile, his face...everything in it records in my mind and keep on playing in my heart. mr. cupid must have tricked me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll even pay extra money for the tricycle driver just to take the long drive and pass by their house. during afternoon, me and friendship would go biking, and yes, you guess it right, we will pass by in their house hoping to see him.&lt;br /&gt;whenever we sees each other, he would smile at me. ohhhh!! those smile, those smile makes my heart melt. after his smile, he would then add "where is your kuya?" ganun palagi, but what a heck, what is important is he smiled and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said first love never dies. siguro nga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh, why am i writing this? actually, at this hour, im thinking if i should attend the oktoberfest (opening ata nila) tomorrow at ortigas. i have two &lt;strong&gt;vip&lt;/strong&gt; tickets, whose goin with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-631563584487843968?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/631563584487843968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=631563584487843968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/631563584487843968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/631563584487843968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/confession-of-girl.html' title='confession of a girl'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3365324535461708474</id><published>2008-09-04T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:20:02.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon has ended...next pls?</title><content type='html'>when i started reading new moon, i wanted to finish from page one to end. i dont wanna put down the book, because im as excited to now what had happened in the end. but need to replenish energy for the next working day. so i closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted to grasp bella and edwards affection, busy schedule makes it difficult for me to continue my reading. not until last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, last sunday. i found time to pay attention to the unconditional love story of a human and a vampire. i read it and finshied it!! yes, finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on the next book.....mahaba habang kwentuhan na naman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3365324535461708474?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3365324535461708474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3365324535461708474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3365324535461708474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3365324535461708474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-moon-has-endednext-pls.html' title='new moon has ended...next pls?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2637086236096599168</id><published>2008-09-03T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:20:44.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icedrop and balot</title><content type='html'>its 5pm already, me, &amp; cousins went out (just out in the street) to wait for mamang naglalako ng food. that is what we do, always. never missed a day, to wait for him just before the sun goes down.. that is when im home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL0Ok04mSrI/AAAAAAAAALk/_deeOAzuAng/s1600-h/Image172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL0Ok04mSrI/AAAAAAAAALk/_deeOAzuAng/s200/Image172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241361567163239090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is ice drop, balot, and fish ball in metro city, but eating that in our province, and in the street is as sweet as candy. our little cousins even enjoys our food trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the ice drop .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL3qDqGbomI/AAAAAAAAALs/ar3HVc8ri-g/s1600-h/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL3qDqGbomI/AAAAAAAAALs/ar3HVc8ri-g/s200/Image173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241602889890898530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the cheese flavor. but i was confused, i used to eat that kind way back and back and back, but as far as I remember it, the ice drop color for the cheese is bright yellow. When I asked mamang sorbetero, he said  that is the color ever since….hhmmnnn…..baka ibang flavor ang nasa isip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL3r2oh6uAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eV1Kmh8xdrA/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL3r2oh6uAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eV1Kmh8xdrA/s200/Image202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241604865154267138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the ballot. Our delicacy. It was featured in fear factor, they said, but I was not able to catch it there. Anyway, parang nanibago ako sa ballot. I had a second thought eating it. parang natakot ako,,,hehehehe.....But well, i know its delicious so I just ate it all! Yum yum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt saw  mamang mag fifishball, too bad. I guess next time I come home again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2637086236096599168?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2637086236096599168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2637086236096599168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2637086236096599168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2637086236096599168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/09/ice-drop-and-balot.html' title='icedrop and balot'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SL0Ok04mSrI/AAAAAAAAALk/_deeOAzuAng/s72-c/Image172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3300954890686165093</id><published>2008-08-28T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:13:54.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost card</title><content type='html'>i do not remove that card in my organizer. whenever i changed bag, i make sure to   bring it. all my cards are placed in one organizer, i do not know why this particular card is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice last tuesday, that my card is missing. i checked on my bag, on my wallet, on my oranizer but i really couldnt find it. good thing the receptionist allow me to enter  the premises. but they are allowing me only up to 3 times. and today is my third day. meaning, tomorrow, if i plan to come in, the receptionist told me to replace the card and charge me 400 pesos. oh what!? 400 pesos!? malaki din un ah. so i should look  again  and check all my bags. i might have just misplaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me refresh my mind on where i was last weekend. okay, i went to province, and im guessing that i might have left it there. im hoping, to save me from paying 400.&lt;br /&gt;haiizzz..umandar na naman pagkaburara ko kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help! lost card, if found kindly return to me or to the establishment stated therein. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3300954890686165093?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/3300954890686165093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=3300954890686165093' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3300954890686165093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/3300954890686165093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-card.html' title='lost card'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2753046715074145945</id><published>2008-08-23T12:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:38:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics and music</title><content type='html'>last night, after work out, a friend called asking to meet her at 10PM. since, im available, i drop my things at home, took a quick bath, wearing only slippers, t-shirt and pants, and went to t. morato to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i open the door, i heard loud music, i never thought ill be meeting her in a bar. okay,,,good i thought to myself. been a long day since my last alcohol intake. hhmnn,,but just then i heard my stomach clamoring. i barely forgot i havent had a dinner. quickly, i ordered for a mango juice and a clubhouse sandwich. it was a nice setting. live band music, food, beverage.....huh! so tempting. the downside was that i had no money in my pocket. my friend, agreed to pay my bill that night and pay her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was enjoying listening to the live music, when i heard the lyrics in the song superstar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I love you I really do&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is such a sad affair&lt;br /&gt;And I can hardly wait to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;What to say to make you come again&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me again and play your sad guita&lt;/em&gt;r"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised that the lyrics of that hit me. i heard &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; familiar voice, and the pain blows sharply to my heart. i couldnt deny it. i couldnt hide it. and before i knew it, questions starts flowing in my mind. i never admitted of this emotion, not even to myself before. i tried to put it out of my life. i thought i succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;ouch..... as they say, the wound will cut deep as deep as you allow it to happen. well, time will pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i withdraw cash and paid my friend that same night before we parted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2753046715074145945?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2753046715074145945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2753046715074145945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2753046715074145945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2753046715074145945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/unplanned-night-emotion.html' title='lyrics and music'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2767372536796639562</id><published>2008-08-20T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:55:06.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon</title><content type='html'>i do read books. i get tips on john maxwell's the difference maker and leadership. rhonda byrne's the secret inspired me to be positive always. nicholas sparks' books makes me fall inlove again and again. not to mention robert kiyosaki's rich dad poor dad and others.....(duh! as if tinatapos basahin tlga..hahahha).&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i also appreciate poetry. i've written several verses back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to my so called "mind and soul feed burner" (atsus!!!),  &lt;a href="http://p3achypi3.multiply.com/"&gt;peachy&lt;/a&gt; my gym buddy, introduced me to stephenie meyer's twilight series. and i must say, upon reading the first, second, third chapter (ah basta, edward said bye bye bella,,dun ako natapos kagabi) it makes me eager to read the whole book last night. there's plenty of time and i have work the next day, i thought. so i put down the book, and closed my eyes. ill continue reading it later before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the book, i was told that the it is located under the childrens section (aahh!?). oh well, bella (the girl in the story) just turned 18, so i guess its for the young. oh nohhhh,,,,im still young, i am. ahyy..&lt;br /&gt;it's about love, passion, blood and danger for a immortal and mortal being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2767372536796639562?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/newmoon.html' title='new moon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2767372536796639562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2767372536796639562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2767372536796639562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2767372536796639562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-moon.html' title='new moon'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-3430850413608731199</id><published>2008-08-15T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:12:59.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inflammation and infection</title><content type='html'>my brother is in pain. abdominal pain. he vomit, he cries, he shouts. the pain became unberable. he was rush to the hospital and was put to emergency room. the doctors gave some medicines to take. after series of tests and examinations he was diagnosed of appendicitis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inflammation and infection can no longer cure by antibiotics, so that day he was scheduled to undergo an operation. before his operation, while lying in his bed i jokingly told him "kulang lang yan sa panalangin," tsaka sabay abot ng rosary.&lt;br /&gt;then the time came wherein he will be transferred to the operating room. i thought he will be nervous, uneasy, shaky, scared.......i knew it. he was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the operation lasted almost 2 hours!? (hhmnnn,,,,,tama ba watch ko?) his surgeon said of all his cases, this one (my brother's appendix) gave him a hard time in cuting off. after waiting, and sleeping and sleeping, it was done. his surgeon let us see the appendix.&lt;br /&gt;and now, im sharing it to all of you,,,hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWqbLnBGYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feZFaRgqEZE/s1600-h/1_489819533l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWqbLnBGYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feZFaRgqEZE/s200/1_489819533l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234777525837699458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-3430850413608731199?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWqbLnBGYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feZFaRgqEZE/s72-c/1_489819533l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-1457355796828729779</id><published>2008-08-13T21:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:17:06.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decor and a room</title><content type='html'>this past few days, ive been searching, and browsing, and scanning, and clicking, and saving home improvements designs and tips from kitchen to living room and to bedroom design. from pillows to curtains to wallpaper to paintings. from electric fan to aircon to pin light to chandelier. actually, our new home is already built. we're just having some slight rennovation. been more more than 7 years (i believe so) that we were not able to sleep, sit, eat, walk, play, pray in our home. so now, i am just so glad that finally we decided to stay, live, play, eat again (even once in awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found alot of bedroom designs, decorations, and accessories. but im still undecided on what kind of design i should choose to my bedroom. i want it to be personal, i want my room to describe myself, that upon entering it, you'll know and agree that it is my room. i wont get an interior designer ( duh! nonononon..i have no extra money to pay for her/his mind, anyway, i trust my , taste..hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;so, im thinking of designing it like this one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLoU6b4kUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4D9FCn9Lc_M/s1600-h/ss_SIP894631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLoU6b4kUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4D9FCn9Lc_M/s320/ss_SIP894631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234001162939175234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLppKSApWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VoQD1gsDWcQ/s1600-h/ss_100631523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLppKSApWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VoQD1gsDWcQ/s320/ss_100631523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234002610301740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh...its so simple, yet so girly, so chic and stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or ill just make it simple like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLqbtGDHjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq7aULLIKKs/s1600-h/ss_845006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLqbtGDHjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq7aULLIKKs/s320/ss_845006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234003478640270898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what matter most is that i should get a very good sleep, with clean bedsheets, large and many pillows, and a drawer/table/ for my books and pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-1457355796828729779?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1457355796828729779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=1457355796828729779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1457355796828729779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1457355796828729779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/decor-and-room.html' title='decor and a room'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKLoU6b4kUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4D9FCn9Lc_M/s72-c/ss_SIP894631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4209033033764275985</id><published>2008-08-11T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:44:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my child</title><content type='html'>You may not know me, but I know everything about you (Psalm 139:1)&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up (Psalm 139:2)&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways (Psalm 139:3)&lt;br /&gt;Even the hairs on your head are numbered (Matthew 10:29-31)&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image(Genesis 1:27)&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being(Acts 17:28)&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring  (Acts 17:28)&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived (Jeremiah 1:4-5)&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation (Ephesians 1:11-12)&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book (Psalm 139:15-16)&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live (Acts 17:26)   &lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made   (Psalm 139:14)&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother’s womb(Psalm 139:13)&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born (Psalm 71:6)&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don’t know me    (John 8:41-44)&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love    (1 John 4:16)&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you  (1 John 3:1)&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child and I am your Father (1 John 3:1)&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could do  (Matthew 7:11)&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father (Matther 5:48)&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand  (James 1:17)&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs (Matthew 6:31-33)&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3)&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore (Psalms 139:17-18)&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing (Zephaniah 3:17)&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you  (Jeremiah 32:40)&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession (Exodus 19:5)&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul (Jeremiah 32:41)&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things  (Jeremiah 33:3)&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me (Deuteronomy 4:29)&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart  (Psalm 37:4)&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires  (Philippians 2:13)&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine (Ephesians 3:20)&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17)&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;When you are broken hearted, I am close to you  (Psalm 34:18)&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart    (Isaiah 40:11)&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes (Revelation 21:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth   (Revelation 21:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus  (John 17:23)&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed (John 17:26)&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being (Hebrews 1:3)&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you (Romans 8:31)&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins   (2 Corinthians 5:18-19)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled (2 Corinthians 5:18-19)&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you (1 John 4:10)&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love (Romans 8:31-32)&lt;br /&gt;If your receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me  (1 John 2:23)&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you from my love again (Romans 8:38-39)&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I’ll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen    (Luke 15:7)&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father, and will always be Father (Ephesians 3:14-15)&lt;br /&gt;My question is…Will you be my child? (John 1:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you (Luke 15:11-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Dad. Almighty God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4209033033764275985?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4209033033764275985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4209033033764275985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4209033033764275985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4209033033764275985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-child.html' title='my child'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8795656750302695025</id><published>2008-08-10T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:05:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable</title><content type='html'>i am watching matang lawin, hosted by kuya kim atienza. in his trick, kuya kim is holding 6 cards. 2 jacks, 2 kings, and 2 queens. he asked the viewer to choose one card (as a tv viewer, i choosed one which is the diamond queen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJ5oDsvVQGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IAQci0DJg4M/s1600-h/1157782583_b6373edca8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJ5oDsvVQGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IAQci0DJg4M/s320/1157782583_b6373edca8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734229809676386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he then removed the one card (kuya kim says the one that the viewer choose) and showed the remaining 5 cards...and woohllaaa......the diamond queen is really not included in the remaining 5 cards. WOW! magic! so meaning, all the viewers have choosen the diamond queen!? gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am always amazed how they do magic. its a trick, and they must have study it a million times. but men! galing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8795656750302695025?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8795656750302695025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8795656750302695025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8795656750302695025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8795656750302695025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJ5oDsvVQGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IAQci0DJg4M/s72-c/1157782583_b6373edca8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6624868964313520273</id><published>2008-08-06T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:47:00.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pasalubong</title><content type='html'>this post was inspired by kathy, kat and peachy. we were together last night @ JT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag may mga tito, tita, pinsan, kapatid, kaibigan, o kakilala tayong balikbayan (usually mga nasa tate) ganito ang kanilang laging pinapasalubong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lotion (na jergens). pero ngayon medyo susyal na, bath and body tsaka victoria's secret na makukulay at parang candy ang amoy&lt;br /&gt;2. shampoo (V05) &lt;br /&gt;3. toothpaste (colgate na malaki at minsan may kasamang tooth brush)&lt;br /&gt;4. sabon (dove)&lt;br /&gt;5. coffee&lt;br /&gt;6. coffeemate&lt;br /&gt;7. spam&lt;br /&gt;8. vienna sausage&lt;br /&gt;9. hanes na puting damit&lt;br /&gt;10. bed sheets&lt;br /&gt;11. bath towels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana, mga kamag anak, kapamilya at kapuso.....para maiba naman. pwedeng request ito na lang pasalubong nyo sa akin: birhtday gift, christmas gift, valentine's gift, kahit hindi nyo na ako bigyan ng mga nilista ko sa taas...ito na lang bigay nyo sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJmb91EJmSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dY7RrQAbQpA/s1600-h/DSCT2P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJmb91EJmSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dY7RrQAbQpA/s320/DSCT2P.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231383928686352674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kahit ito na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJmcK-tc3MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KPWt1B37zkI/s1600-h/DSCT70P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJmcK-tc3MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KPWt1B37zkI/s320/DSCT70P.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231384154613800130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6624868964313520273?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6624868964313520273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6624868964313520273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6624868964313520273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6624868964313520273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/ang-pasalubong.html' title='ang pasalubong'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJmb91EJmSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dY7RrQAbQpA/s72-c/DSCT2P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5928474865762736400</id><published>2008-08-03T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:03:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long table breakfast</title><content type='html'>i received a call from tita and my mom, my lola is sick and they want me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;my lola was then brought to the hospital, for medical check up. i did visited her in the hospital and even spent a night there.&lt;br /&gt;when she was discharge, as i promised, i went home to province this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday. it's family day as pinoys refer to. no office, no work, no school...so each member of the family usually gather around, be it for lunch, dinner, sports or whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for us, we had a breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;the menu: goto, pritong lumpia, puto, pandesal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our "clan" is BIG. as in, dami namin. i have 11 tito and tita (my mom's brothers and sisters), 20 cousins, 4 nieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJVAMHhMm1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cp6xjFR8mSI/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJVAMHhMm1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cp6xjFR8mSI/s320/Image212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157119181593426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always nice to be back home. &lt;br /&gt;it's only here i can taste the best food in town. (my mom's family are known for cooking delicious and tasteful food)&lt;br /&gt;that's why i always gain weight whenever i have vacation here (huh! sarap kumain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5928474865762736400?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5928474865762736400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5928474865762736400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5928474865762736400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5928474865762736400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-table-breakfast.html' title='long table breakfast'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SJVAMHhMm1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cp6xjFR8mSI/s72-c/Image212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2708770540689466738</id><published>2008-07-30T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:41:17.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fully booked room</title><content type='html'>i entered the locker room, i saw girls carrying their bag (they havent started their workout, i know, coz we go on the same class - combat). then, one girl told me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: there's no locker available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohh....so i checked on all the lockers in the room, and yeah, found no available. I've finished changing clothes yet still no locker! aaahhhhhhhhhh......and whats going on today? why is this happening? i asked. oh no, noh oh,,.,&lt;br /&gt;its wenesday....hhmmnnn.....and it's retro class......oohhhh oooh nohhh...&lt;br /&gt;kaya pala walang available na locker as in... what's with the retro dance anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited, and waited and waited for someone to get off her stuff, until i spotted a girl who seems removing her stuff in the locker. so, binantayan ko na sya para makasiguradong makuha ko ang key kasi naman ang dami pang girls na naghihintay na mabakante ang locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i have a key, i have put my bags in the locker, now, im ready to hit and kick! ...........and so i thought........the room (where group exercise is held) is jam packed!!!!!!!! as in!!!! kainis!! huh,,,,,,,with that scene, hindi ako makakagalaw ng maayos, im sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i might change my schedule, i wont probably go every wenesday, i dont wanna experience the same........or ill come around 7:30, just in time for the body pump schedule im sure there will be available locker room and the studio is not full either im sure kasi medyo heavy ang work out sa pump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2708770540689466738?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2708770540689466738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2708770540689466738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2708770540689466738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2708770540689466738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/fully-booked-room.html' title='fully booked room'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5037860080136247970</id><published>2008-07-27T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:17:47.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruise ship in the philippines</title><content type='html'>so i hear, it begun its operation just this july. the cruise ship, 7107 island cruise, can accomodate 350-400 passengers. the adventure starts from puerto galera - palawan-boracay. the cruise will stay for about 1 to 2 days on each island. and they charge Ph5,500 per passenger. wow! i will surely try this one. &lt;br /&gt;isnt this a great way to promote our very beautiful country.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im searching the telepphone number of the cruise ship company, but cant find one...in case anyone here knows, kindly send it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5037860080136247970?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5037860080136247970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5037860080136247970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5037860080136247970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5037860080136247970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/cruise-ship-in-philippines.html' title='cruise ship in the philippines'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8204832247422353162</id><published>2008-07-27T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:49:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you had to say about man?</title><content type='html'>1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;2. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;4. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;6. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then  heck no, you can't 'be friends'.A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't stay because you think 'it will get better. You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;9. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;11. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;12. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;13. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;14. You cannot change a man's behaviour. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... Even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;17. Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;18. Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;19. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;20. All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;21. You should not be the one doing all the bending...Compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt;22. You need time to heal between relationships...&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing cute about baggage...Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;23. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...Look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;24. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;25. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted&lt;br /&gt;26. Never move into his mother's house. &lt;br /&gt;27. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.*&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies take care of your own hearts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8204832247422353162?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8204832247422353162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8204832247422353162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8204832247422353162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8204832247422353162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-had-to-say-about-man.html' title='what do you had to say about man?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-2032644527158656477</id><published>2008-07-19T21:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:22:46.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>any wi fi in this area?</title><content type='html'>We were at trinoma, and my friend has to send a file to her business partner. Since im bringing my laptop, all we had to do is find a place were there is a free connection. at first we asked the guard if he knows any place around, and he pointed us to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SILnORUSR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_JJF_kiIPL8/s1600-h/4272944721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SILnORUSR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_JJF_kiIPL8/s320/4272944721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224992750055868226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! we were so excited to sit down, but there were no vacancies. so we waited (just a few seconds) then, woohla we were able to sit down. my friend ordered two hot choco (since we were there sitting and using their wi fi for free, para naman di dyahe). my friend dictates all the words and sentences, while i type it in MS Word. When finally im finished, i connected to the net, their access is secured so we asked for the password, but when i type it, for some reasons i cannot get through. so we asked their staff, what could be the problem..........huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff: im sorry mam, our connection is experiencing some technical problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: oh no!!!! (n my mind - sayang ang binayad sa hot chocco wala naman pala kaming makukuhang connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i search for other connection in the area. i found alot to my surprise, (1) timezone, (2) airborne access (3) globequest (4) public wi fi. Public wi fi!? hhmnnn, there seems to be an access within the mall. but we sitted instead inside the timezone (hahahhaha), when i open my laptop, i told my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: girl, this is so dyahe naman, we are so needy of this free connection, might as well i'll email this at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend: yeah, i guess. let's get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahha....i don't know, we gave ourselves a hard time where in fact i can access a connection at home. hahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-2032644527158656477?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/2032644527158656477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=2032644527158656477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2032644527158656477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/2032644527158656477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/any-wi-fi-in-this-area.html' title='any wi fi in this area?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SILnORUSR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_JJF_kiIPL8/s72-c/4272944721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-1871791745051996780</id><published>2008-07-13T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:56:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's ur sunday?</title><content type='html'>it's a gloomy sunday though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop: cabalen&lt;br /&gt;food ordered: eat all you can&lt;br /&gt;length of stay: 2hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop: christ the king church&lt;br /&gt;food ordered: Word of God&lt;br /&gt;length of stay: 1hour and 45minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop: mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;food ordered: coke float&lt;br /&gt;length of stay: 15-20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stop: figaro. &lt;br /&gt;food ordered: hot mocha and pizza&lt;br /&gt;length of stay: 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th stop: david's tea house&lt;br /&gt;food ordered: dimsum and congee&lt;br /&gt;length of stay: 1 1/2 hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-1871791745051996780?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/1871791745051996780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=1871791745051996780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1871791745051996780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/1871791745051996780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/hows-ur-sunday.html' title='how&apos;s ur sunday?'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6126450269274365288</id><published>2008-07-12T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:33:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"bum" like this</title><content type='html'>my friend diva's sms: ang taong "bum" like me can afford of texting at the        moment. hahahahaa....hey friend, had tutor this morning...its my first day period, took pain reliever already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply: it's saturday night, why are we in our house while others are out partying!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diva's reply: oh well, i guess they have money to spend...hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, what am i doing here in front of my computer? it's saturday night, it is time where most are out dinning, clubbing. does that mean i dont have money to spend!? OH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! that cannot be.....can't  be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diva: girl, let's hear mass tomorrow morning at christ the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is such a wonderful invitation! we need that to enlighten our mind and heart. and to take away all this unwanted stress................OOHH NOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;we will clear our mind, so we could think other better ways to earn money for our saturday night gimmik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6126450269274365288?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6126450269274365288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6126450269274365288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6126450269274365288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6126450269274365288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/bum-like-this.html' title='&quot;bum&quot; like this'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5087286384512717540</id><published>2008-07-12T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:29:53.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights up ur day</title><content type='html'>we may not have everything to enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;but we have life to enjoy everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose to see the nice things &lt;br /&gt;because life is happier that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5087286384512717540?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5087286384512717540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5087286384512717540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5087286384512717540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5087286384512717540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/lights-up-ur-day.html' title='lights up ur day'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-4569908492802875031</id><published>2008-07-07T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:54:15.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an encounter with a shadow</title><content type='html'>my officemate rey came in the office to get something he needed from me. afterawhile he said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rey: im bringing my car, i'll give you a ride home after your done there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay. but i have to finish this load yet and will take me an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rey: it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in my desk checking papers, doing this and that though it's past office hour. this is the consequence of my 3 days absent. piles of work load! i have one more folder to check and i need to work fast for i dont want rey to keep him waiting since it's getting late. Then rey came in the room, and since some officemates were still inside,he showcased his talent in conversing. he's good at that, he's known at that i must say. there's no dull moment with him, he will talk all the way, all the time, all days that you're with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when everyone is gone, i decided to clean my desk,turn off my computer and lock my drawer. i told rey to just wait for a second for ill just go to the rest room. when i was inside it, i heard rey saying, "jez, hurry up. i'll just wait for you downstairs" of course i said NO! i dont wanna be alone in the room. im scared of being alone in our office especially at night. when i finished, we immediately left the office as he instructed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i question why suddenly he's acting weird, rey response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rey: when you were inside the rest room, i saw a shadow pass by. im definitely 101% it was a a silhouette. i felt goosebumps. i was scared. that's why i asked you to hurry up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SHIek0CEMKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FKnjENZM4Ug/s1600-h/51944069_67adfcf14a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SHIek0CEMKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FKnjENZM4Ug/s320/51944069_67adfcf14a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220268535867256994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the urgency of getting out of the place, we were not able to turn off the lights and lock the door. so rey asked our guard to accompany him upstairs to lock the door. heheheheh.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-4569908492802875031?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/4569908492802875031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=4569908492802875031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4569908492802875031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/4569908492802875031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/encounter-with-shadow.html' title='an encounter with a shadow'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SHIek0CEMKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FKnjENZM4Ug/s72-c/51944069_67adfcf14a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-5064723114210452851</id><published>2008-07-05T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:50:03.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant man gives birth(?)</title><content type='html'>okay, okay...this is really something that will caught our attention. What!? a man gives birth? a man? i should read this again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in the history of the world, i believe this has happened. many gays would envy him, im sure. but wait, how could that happened? as i heared in the news,  Thomas Beatie is originally a woman. he even joined a beauty contest during "her" days. he may transformed into a man, but not completely. he can still bear a child just like a woman. so he did. hhmmnn....now i understand why. so, kinda not really that surprising to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-5064723114210452851?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/5064723114210452851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=5064723114210452851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5064723114210452851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/5064723114210452851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/pregnant-man-gives-birth.html' title='pregnant man gives birth(?)'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6957592596026539247</id><published>2008-07-05T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:23:57.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny saturday</title><content type='html'>i heard there's a typhoon. i guess it didnt hit the city thats why the sun shines so brightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the mall open, i entered and find a dress i needed for the wedding. (sshhhh....i know im not prepared, im sick remember?) and i found one that cost me P1,600. hmmnn..never mind the price. so, i ask the sales lady to alter and steam the dress meticulously. since it will take time to do it, i decided to buy my dog a food. snowy's lifestyle is sometimes costly than mine. her monthly food, vitamins, shampoo, grooming, dress,,,,heheheh...but it's alright. she's my baby anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, the driver is already waiting for me. no need to rest for me then. so i wash my face, brush my teeth....do this and that.....and wolah...im done and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed first to a gasoline station. oil price is really  distressing. i told the driver to fill 700 since bulacan (where im going) is just an hour drive from qc. i thought that is enough. and so i thought. when we're returning to qc, the driver suggested to refill fuel again. ahh, okay...what can i do? tsk,,,tsk,,,tsk. its not happening only in the philippines, its happening in your country too im sure.&lt;br /&gt;the driver (im sori, i dont know his name) compared then the situation during marcos time and how he wish it will turn back to that period. he says your 2 pesos will travel you from north to metro city and vice versa. ill deal with that (past &amp; present president) on my next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the wedding ceremony, i saw a very familiar face. nah....ill skip that. ### might read this. but one thing, its a mixed feeling. happy, glad, sad and disappointed. i wonder, as i heared that ### getting married, will ### even care to invite me? hahahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6957592596026539247?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6957592596026539247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6957592596026539247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6957592596026539247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6957592596026539247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunny-saturday.html' title='sunny saturday'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-8235106418378937500</id><published>2008-07-04T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:32:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall return</title><content type='html'>thank goodness!!! my dsl at home is back. lately, im not quiete visible in the blogging world. But as General Douglas Macarthur once promised to the Filipinos...."i shall return" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SG41yDzwBjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FKtsd0vXt1M/s1600-h/180px-Douglas_MacArthur_lands_Leyte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SG41yDzwBjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FKtsd0vXt1M/s320/180px-Douglas_MacArthur_lands_Leyte1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219168152301078066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i.........&lt;br /&gt;i am back! im back! im back! im back! you know it! now, im back! you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, been 2 days now that im absent from work. two days of staying at home, lying my body, taking some medicines. oh yes,,,im not feeling well.,...my bad, i have a flu.....huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some says i should get married or even get a boyfriend so there would be someone who will take care of me when im sick.....hahahahaha...good thing my maid is around. actually, i dont treat her as my maid or nanny or katulong.....she's like a sister to me since i dont have a sister. she's around every second i needed her. "emy (that's her name) water please", "emy, peel my oranges", "emy, give me a massage". emy, do this, do that". she willingly do everything as i told her, which i wonder if "my boyfriend" would even bother to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh! hopefully, i'll be fine tomorrow. of course, i will be. im okay now. i will attend a wedding of a friend tomorrow. so i should be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-8235106418378937500?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/8235106418378937500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=8235106418378937500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8235106418378937500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/8235106418378937500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-shall-return.html' title='i shall return'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SG41yDzwBjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FKtsd0vXt1M/s72-c/180px-Douglas_MacArthur_lands_Leyte1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-9073478039204051603</id><published>2008-06-28T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:06:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damages has been done</title><content type='html'>Due to his health condition, the academy decided to expel chivas. His health will be at risk if he will continue the contest; previously, he was brought to the hospital twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad too as he say goodbye to his teachers and classmates. He has talents; his first gala performance was great considering that he was brought to the hospital the day before. Huhuhuhuhu… I will miss you chivas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, He is alive and his wife remained in the academy. There’s more to be heartrending than chivas expulsion to the dream academy. The MV Princess of the Star sank as the typhoon frank hit the region. It’s been six days now since it happened And the lives of many Filipinos were sacrificed and gone. How could that happen? How could they sacrifice the lives of these people?. There were survivor yes, but the lives of more than 700 passengers still trap in the “death ship”. There were bodies found floating in the other region that can no longer recognize because of their dilapidated skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what!? The government, the navy and all the volunteer workers had suspended their retrieval operation due to the confession that the vessel is carrying tons of pesticide endosulfan with the solid crystalline poison packed in plastic bags. That a drop of said chemical in your body would mean death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what!? You are pointing each others mistakes and greedy intentions. You are saying that because of the maritime communication system that became white elephant, you are saying that it’s the negligence of the vessel’s owner………damn! You are investigating. You are castigating sulpicio lines. Yes, please do the neccessary! The issue is hotcake now because the incident is fresh. But until when will you give justice to this innocent lives? The damages have been done. Life has been gone.  In the first place, all of you should have done your job. We’re talking about lives here, they are human not animals. Damn! When will you learn your lessons? This is not the first time such incidents happen. Can you sleep well knowing the grievances of lost souls and their crying families? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the fight of Manny Pacquiao to David Diaz in the boxing arena. I hope, somehow it will help alleviate the misery of Filipinos, even for just tomorrow. Go Manny! As usual, every time our beloved country experiences catastrophe and other issues, you are always there sweating blood to fight, win and unite us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-9073478039204051603?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/9073478039204051603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=9073478039204051603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9073478039204051603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/9073478039204051603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/06/deprivationnow-what.html' title='damages has been done'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816051422759993741.post-6392414306236380630</id><published>2008-06-25T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:31:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew.....i feel so sorry.</title><content type='html'>Whew!. Our dsl at home was disconnected due to some technical problems.  I never thought that it would give me a hard time. Aside from not reading some mind blowing post (as if), I was not able to chat with my mom and brother (using the cell phone is too costly for us, that’s why we rely on internet instead). I missed blogging. It’s been awhile since my last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I start blogging? I started it here last year of may but was not able to give time till last april. Actually, ive been writing my journal ever since in high school. I just like holding a pen and writing my whereabouts and just any stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I’m feeling anger, writing it completely would let go the harsh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyy,,,,,,,im not angry now, I just feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend called and told me that she will take advantage of our friendship (oh, okey). I had an idea on where her story is heading. So I advise her not to play around the bush, so as not to make my heart beat faster.   As I guess it right, she is barrowing a P50,000 pesos. (whew…laki noh). I do not know why some of my friends, when needed money, approach me. Probably they are aware of my weakness, which I would not turn them down. (as if,,,,feeling mayaman! Huh!). Teasingly, given the scenario, I told this good friend not to test our friendship because I’ve proven how I love her, how I value our closeness. I asked for some time to find ways how to produce the sum. She needed the money on or before the 30th of June. I know how important it is for her, but as much I really wanted to help her, I just cannot provide the money. My very first time to decline a friend and I feel so guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my willingness to help my friends, I had made some sufferings before. For some greedy reasons they have, they took advantage of my gentle heart.  I trusted some friends but they betray me, now I still endure the consequence, well, at least I’ve learned my lesson…..the hard way. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my good friend, im sorry girl. And besides wala rin naman akong pera eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816051422759993741-6392414306236380630?l=jezvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/feeds/6392414306236380630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816051422759993741&amp;postID=6392414306236380630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6392414306236380630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816051422759993741/posts/default/6392414306236380630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jezvest.blogspot.com/2008/06/whewi-feel-so-sorry.html' title='whew.....i feel so sorry.'/><author><name>Jez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106276724740399507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EWs6TsniRg/SKWisvT05fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5hfMaSKyCqA/S220/Image021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
