tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603269436298018722024-03-21T09:19:34.711-07:00Nique TalksNique's mind and lifeNIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-81181200958238595672012-01-27T18:12:00.000-08:002012-01-27T18:12:24.815-08:00I'm sorry, I love you...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Minzy,<br />
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First of all I want to say sorry because there were times I neglected you - no, many times. I'm sorry you suffered, if you did. I'm sorry I did not show you much love when you were still alive, but believe me I do love you. You were my first pet, my first dog, the one who took away my dog phobia... I will never forget you. Second, I want to say I love you. I really really do. Wherever you are, please keep that in mind. I love you.<br />
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I'm hurting now that you're gone. I have many plans for us, but now I will have to carry on alone. I have regrets of my mishaps in our relationship. I wish I had more time to fill up those gap. I promise that I will do better on my next pet, next friend...I learned a lot from you.<br />
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I love you. Rest in peace...<br />
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Love lots,<br />
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I am going to challenge myself for 7days!!<div>
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It is to survive and go through a certain discipline process...</div>
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From January 26, 2012 to February 2, 2012....</div>
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Normal Breakfast which includes:</div>
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Limited to fruits only!</div>
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No rice! No rice! No rice!</div>
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this schedule is still tentative...since i dont know my work schedule for next week yet...</div>
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I will attend my aunt's wedding on June, so I have to lose weight... I can say I'm not working much on it...I'm slacking! I'm not exercising or even dieting. Wrong, my diet is overeating diet. LOL! What can I do? I'm always hungry, always craving... When I go out with boyfriend or friends, I eat - and not just eat small, but eat big! LOL!<div>
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What am I gonna do? I'm running out of time....</div>
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We had our monthly NSO (Nursing Service Office) meeting last night, I did not finish the whole meeting since I had to go home early because my lola was all alone with my cousin at home. So anyway, our chief nurse (who is also my far-relative) discussed about changes. She said that the new nurses, or the young nurses are idealistic and very ambitious. I had a time to reflect on what she said and I ended up agreeing with what she said. I think I, as a nurse, is quite ideal.<br />
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Speaking of ideal, I sent her a message on facebook and told her that employees in the hospital (specifically nurses) are having hard time about the hospital's demand from us to do the ideal service, because the resources the hospital gives us is not ideal. I told her some of my ideas, or those things that needs to be changed or improved in our CCU (I am a CCU nurse). She told me to send my concern to my supervisor so they can discuss about it. Our supervisor gave our head nurse a task to make an action plan for our problems in the CCU. Good thing it happened when I was on duty together with our head nurse. I told her my concerns and she accepted it, and we both made an action plan. I just hope our concerns will be considered.<br />
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So back to being ideal, I have this sort of "want" for our hospital to improve. I really really want our hospital to improve, to step up to a higher level. I am very much willing to participate on that. I started on our unit through beautification (I am kikay and that's the least I could contribute: my talent...LOL!). The days when we had no patient in the CCU, I spent my 8-hours duty cleaning, organizing and beautifying the station and everything else. I demanded the housekeeping to change our curtain, etc. I just hope my workmates will be able to maintain the order in our unit.<br />
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With regards to the ambitious thingie, yeah I agree with that because I, myself, is a self-proclaimed ambitious nurse. I don't settle for less. I want to keep elevating my position because it keeps me inspired. Whenever I aim for something, I really work hard for that. But the bad thing is when I have what I want, I tend to loose my game because I don't have anymore the inspiration that I used to have. By the way, I applied for a masteral course in the University of the Philippines. I applied for Master of Science in Nursing. I am quite excited since I will be starting on a new phase of my being a nurse. The results of the application is not yet out, but I think I will pass. I HOPE!! (Not passing will be a big embarrassment since I already announce it here on my blog. LOL!)<br />
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Aside from that, our chief nurse also said that young nurses are open to change compared to older ones. That's true! We, the young ones, are more open and flexible. When we see something better, we are not afraid to step out from our comfort zone and try on something different...anyway it's for the better! So last night (when I already went home), our chief nurse announce that we will try on a different type of charting for our nurse's notes documentation. We used to use the narrative charting, and now we will be using the FDAR method. I searched about it on google, and I think it's a good change. I am expecting it to be hard at first, since we are not used to it. Tomorrow, I will try on that FDAR charting method. I hope I can produce a good outcome.<br />
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I'm starting to feel "old" since I have numerous friends from college and high school who are married or are getting married, or starting their own families. I still feel young (like a high school) yet my friends (or people my age) are starting to have their own. Am I being left behind? LOL!<br />
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I feel like I want to get married soon too!</div>
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But nooooooo!! I have plans that are not yet fulfilled, and syempre one of those is to go abroad and work. </div>
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Anyway, seeing my friends get married makes me want to think of my own future wedding. Ano nga ba?</div>
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I want a simple but elegant civil wedding here in the Philippines. Me and my hubsy will invite all our close friends, colleagues at work, relatives, important people, etc. I want the civil wedding and the reception in a hotel or convention area (basta indoors and full aircondition). The place will be decorated with shiny and shimmery stuffs. Food will be very very yummy, with all the sweets that I love (syempre chocolate stuffs). There will be a bosa band that will perform while people are eating. Our pictures will be displayed all around through a slideshow via projector.<br />
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And then once me and hubsy will have a baby (when he/she's already a toddler), we will have our church wedding in a small but beautiful chapel in Sicily or Spain, or any of those nostalgic places in Europe. I will wear a beautiful white wedding gown, hubsy will wear a white suit, and our baby girl/boy will wear a cute white attire. Our baby will be our flower girl or ring bearer. Invited are our parents and his siblings (since I don't have). We will have a simple but elegant reception (just us). We will ask everyone to make a toast for us. After the wedding and reception, they can go back to the Philippines with our baby, and leave us in Europe for our second honeymoon...<br />
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LOL!!! I'm dreaming now! hahahaha!!<br />
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But seriously, I'm not yet ready for that. I still have some plans for myself, and I want to accomplish those before I fully devote myself to my future husband - so that I will not have regrets in the future. Regrets are one of the reasons why some marriage fails.<br />
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I talked to my mom about my wanting to move to an apartment. She have issued about security and my grandmom and aunts' possible suspecting that my moving to an apartment is so that I can spend time with my boyfriend. It honestly did not even occur in my mind. So anyway, she said that it's a move that she cannot agree with.<br />
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On the other side, she made a decision of having to put a studio unit outside our house but within the premises of our lot. I have issues with my aunt regarding division of chores and having her use me as a shock absorber of her frustrations. Me and my mom thinks it's not healthy for me, specially since I am still starting in life, and really, at this point, all I need is positivity...and being around her creates pessimism.<br />
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So the studio unit is already a decision, but it still depends if my grandmom agrees with it. I hope she will because I really don't want to spend the rest of my 2012 being in this house. It's not as worst as you think it is; I just need to stay away. Besides, I won't have to cause hassle to them whenever I arrive or go out the house late night after or before my duty. But my mom gave me conditions - about the studio unit. Of course I have to pay for my own electric and water bills, and also for my food. But since I am near our house, I still have to sleep on my grandmom's house if I have to. I will still be attached to them but at the same time live independently. That's what I call semi-dependent. Weird, ei? But that's the win-win thing I could get right now. It will not be just for me, it will also be for my aunt and grandmom - we all have our lessons to learn.<br />
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So anyway, I'm kinda excited about the building of the studio unit. I already searched for designs which will utilize some of the existing materials we have. I'm planning of a kitchen counter for dining, studying, etc... I told my mom I want the studio unit as black and white only...I want the doors with grills and the windows too. The windows should have screen to prevent mosquitos or insects from going inside my room.<br />
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I will be using a platform and a mattress for my bed. Cabinets will play a very important role since I want minimum things to be barely displayed - I want everything to be kept in the cabinets or closets so have that clutter-free effect.<br />
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Here are some pictures that inspired my idea...
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Last night, I had a chat with my friend in college who is currently working as a nurse in California USA. He used to be my groupmate during our RLE days. It was all about kumustahan and I found out that he and his brother is living independently from their parents. Although they share in the expenses of their apartment, it's just the two of them and they are financially independent from their parents. I started asking him about being independent and he told me that the budgeting wasn't that hard; maybe because his salary is more than the financial demand of his lifestyle.<br />
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So the issue of independence came up again, and knowing that my classmate in college is now independent and I am still dependent made me kinda insecure. I know masarap ang buhay ng dependent since you're not that concern about stuffs like rent, food, budget, electrict, etc. But I'm already 23, turning 24 this year, and it's kinda shameful that I'm still not earning enough - enough to spend for my self. It's because the salary of a nurse in the Philippines is so small that I could not afford to live on my own.<br />
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It's not freedom I'm after, it's the experience of living on my own and developing a greater sense of responsibility. Errrr! I'm just frustrated now. The more I think of it, the more I'm convinced that I am not yet mature. I think I need to find other means of producing money so I can have the financial strength to stand on my own!</div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-58946210619774397192012-01-06T10:54:00.000-08:002012-01-06T11:02:11.883-08:00New Years Resolution 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I haven't really made a new year's resolution.... So I'm thinking of making one now. Actually, I have one in mind...and that is to lose weight. I know that my weight had been like the graph you see on the global exchange rate! LOL!!! I did lose weight but I never maintained it. I guess because I always think that losing weight is a "temporary" things....why? because for me, dieting is a sacrifice = suffering!<br />
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I learned that losing weight is a matter of perspective and I didn't have the right perspective. This time, I want to lose weight and I want to maintain it. I read from the internet about the best diets for weight loss and the number one featured was the TLC diet which is about changing lifestyle. Its number one priority is to take care of one's cardiovascular system - then weight loss will follow.<br />
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This year I will lose weight and start to take care of my body - which includes exercising and eating right food - at right amount!<br />
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So pano ba? OMG eto na!<br />
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1. Sleep 6-8 hrs as much as possible<br />
2. exercise ( i still need to find the perfect exercise for me but i am considering dancing since it's fun, and also be active on playing badminton kahit paonti-onti)<br />
3. eat right ( i love food, maybe i just need to control the amount of my intake)<br />
4. drink lemon 30cc per day (until supplies last kasi mahal bumili)<br />
5. wag magbabad sa araw (i need to gain my complexion)<br />
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So basically, I just want to return to my old shape...not necessarily pumayat na sexy'ng-sexy because i;m not actually aspiring on becoming a model or artista or entering a beauty pageant. I just want to look good, maging magaan ang pakiramdam ko sa sarili ko, and just be happy.<br />
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But beyond the physical aspect, what matters is the inside. I have plenty to develop on my inner self, and I am trying to change one by one. Unang una is yung pagiging reklamador ko and masyadong expressive sa inis ko. I need to control my mouth and I started yesterday. LOL<br />
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So help me, God, I need guidance on this.<br />
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Ciao!<br />
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<br /></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-30882237178329673382012-01-04T00:04:00.000-08:002012-01-04T00:04:28.026-08:00The more you practice, the more it will furnish, and that's what I want to achieve - so that God may frequently evaluate if I am ready to go<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last year, I tried to apply for a job abroad and I was denied ("denied" as I call it but I wasn't really denied, it was some sort of other thing that I'm more comfortable of calling it as "denied". I felt so bad that I had nightmares, I had "tulala" sessions (tulala means staring blankly), I didn't feel like going to work, and I even resorted to alcohol (pero once lang naman). <div>
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I really really felt bad that I ranted on my mom through e-mail (buti nalang sa e-mail lang or else she could have slapped me in the face...LOL!) and even said words that maybe made her feel bad (I'm not sure because she did not say anything about it, but I fel guilty after I reviewed my email to her). On her reply, she told me that instead of focusing on my failure, I should divert my attention to doing thing which will benefit me in the future whether I may go abroad or not. I shot me in the head - the words "may go abroad or NOT".</div>
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I'm a nurse and there is no good (financially) for me here in the Philippines. All my dreams will vanish if I live the rest of my life here in the Philippines (given that I'm really destined to it). I have no brothers or sisters who can help me if I'm on a financial crisis...it's only me, alone. And if I live the life of a nurse working in the Philippines, then I am destined for doom! It almost made me cry. I could not accept the idea that I will be stranded in an average life as a nurse in the Philippines.</div>
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I then decided to go out with a friend to have a drink. We drank silently as I was, at first, not comfortable to share my problem. Finally when the alcohol sank, I started telling her all my frustrations regarding my application and the possibility of not being able to go abroad. She told me a lot of things (I knew she was trying to comfort me but nothing seems to take effect), but what struck me the most was when she said that maybe I am not yet ready to go abroad, that if I could not handle that kind of problem then what more those heavier problems that may arise when I am already abroad. Maybe I still need to grow.</div>
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I've been thinking about it for a few months now. Whenever I encounter responsibilities, I initially grab it and do my best to work on it. It's because I want to practice being responsible. Whenever my job demands more than 8 hours of my day, I try my best to give in to the demand (as a way of being responsible and cooperative to my team mates at work).The more you practice, the more it will furnish, and that's what I want to achieve - so that God may frequently evaluate if I am ready to go. </div>
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Now, I am thinking of being independent (well maybe partially independent) - to live separate from my family. I already thought about this last year, but it was out of anger due to a dispute between me and my aunt. This time, I'm thinking for the reason of practising independence. I want to try. If I could not do it, then I can just come back in our house. Maybe through it, it will not just be me who will learn, but maybe also other people who are part of my life.</div>
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I'm not fully sure about this idea yet. It's still an idea, not yet a decision. I still need to think about it deeply. For now, I will still have to look for a good place to stay and analyze if my salary can handle that kind of lifestyle. Aside from that, I still need the permission of my mom.</div>
</div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-15664655814268052362012-01-02T05:42:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:42:35.107-08:00Anxiety<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/164/Anxiety" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">Anxiety</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Jan 3, '10 2:12 PM</nobr><br />
for Dominique's friends</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">The thought of next week scares the hell out of me! Highest dose? Worst effect? What could be worst than last last week? Says it'll need longer time to recover. Will have to stay on that room for, what? Plus one more week? Then transported back to my home, like the CIA transports a criminal, and be locked at my room with the TV & internet. Then I'd be losing stuffs in my head, literally & figuratively. And things will become uglier. Then I'll wish I never had it, or wish I just die. But those wishes are useless because I have it and I will not die yet. Thinking of it makes me sick! Well I am sick...but the treatment's making me sick. I wanna fight but at the same time I just want to be normal. And fighting will not make me normal.</span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-88624178663379582832012-01-02T05:41:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:41:30.538-08:00Renew - it's time!<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/163/Renew_-_its_time" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">Renew - it's time!</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 27, '09 5:54 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms';">I guess I lived my teenage life well. I had all the fun. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;">I crossed the boundaries my family & the society told me not to go</span></i>. I met people I loved and hated. I now know exactly who I want to be with, who's ok, and who I should not hangout with. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #33cc00;">I now have standards and I will use them well.</span> I guess experience helped me a lot. But being a teenager, I guess I did not miss anything else. I experienced everything I had to. And as the year is about to end, and a new one's opening up, I just want to be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">renewed in a better way</span>. I'll be turning 22 next year and it's actually 3 years away from the teen-years. I need to grow up. I know this sounds crazy, but I guess it's time to use my ego & super ego more than my id<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffccff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;">.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffccff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;"> </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffccff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;">Id-years' over!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms';"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms';">I should start my career and start the person I will be. I'm done running around in no-direction like a drunk; it's time to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WALK STRAIGHT!</span></span></b></span></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-59806103701745034562012-01-02T05:40:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:40:52.358-08:00The weather made me reflect, and I have to write the product<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><br />
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for everyone</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">Something about us, doesn’t seem right... these days.</span></i></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big></big></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">Life keeps getting in the way.</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">It’s so hard to say, </span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">but I gotta do what’s best for me.</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">You’ll be okay... </span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">I get my hopes up and I watch them fall every time.</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">Another color turns to grey.</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">I’ve got to move on, and be who I am. </span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">I just don’t belong here,</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">I hope you understand. </span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">We might find our place in this world someday,</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">but at least for now,</span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993300;">I gotta go my own way." </span></i></span></span></big></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><big><span class="insertedphoto"><img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/+ZyEfcAMmLTvApZ8-6Bcog/photos/1M/300x300/7831/walk.jpg?et=lq1jv1V2Z%2BQIBWdjR23ZJA&nmid=0" style="clear: both; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></span></big></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Something about us, doesn’t seem right... these days." And I know if things are wrong. I guess experience gave me the ability to see clearer which is wrong and which is right, and as much as possible I wanna stick to the right things. I can't keep it that way because I value myself; and these times, there's nothing else I would want to value more than myself. I value myself for the people who value me, I'm not being selfish as you think. It's just that I know I'll be gone, in anyway I will go away, and I just don't want to complicate things. You'll be okay, anyway. You're far better than okay actually. This is not farewell, I just got to go on my own way.</span></div></span></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-60990169428200235362012-01-02T05:39:00.003-08:002012-01-02T05:39:51.046-08:00<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/160/All_About_Her" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">All About Her</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 23, '09 11:00 AM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/64EBBEnSe8ulaYlCU3xsLQ/photos/1M/300x300/7829/adultery.jpg?et=4uuBP3bnt5VP%2CThtDABZsg&nmid=0" style="clear: both; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">Don't touch her of you're not going to hold her </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't smile at her if you're not going to laugh with her</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't call her if you're not going to talk to her</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't threaten if you're not going to do it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="insertedphoto"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">Don't say her name if you're not going to say it complete</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't ask her where she is if you're not going to come over</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't say you like her if you just enjoy the company</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">don't ask her if how she is if you don't mean to make her feel better.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">Feelings' are precious, you should never play with it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">You don't want to get hurt, so don't do thing that may cause hurt for other people.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">Most of all, don't do things which can put false hope.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">You can't have what you want; give up the first or give up the other one.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">We have to make choices which we don't have to,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">but at the end of the day we still are going to choose.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d2424; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;">And we will live our lives base on the choices we made.</span></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-78375399047339143772012-01-02T05:39:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:39:14.695-08:00The First Twist.<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/158/The_First_Twist." itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">The First Twist.</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 16, '09 12:07 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">L</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ast night, I had that "ugly feeling" again of looking like a 3rd wheel on other people's relationship. It's not like I wanted it, or was my choice. I never asked for it, in the first place.Thank God, my friend's girlfriend is the understanding-martyr type (which I can relate because I've been on those shoes before) so I guess I'm safe from trouble & gossips for now. I just don't like getting involved or causing trouble or misunderstanding or whatever's. Traumatized, I guess? I think that's the consequence of being friendly with guys who are attached. LOL. But It's unfair to halt the friendship for such stupid reason.</span></span></span></div><img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/vrsK5BYwFUq2c80S016PGA/photos/1M/300x300/7764/3rd.jpg?et=uOwPle4x1xgxkZ2rCN%2CKtA&nmid=0" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> But I'll be willing to do so if things get beyond control.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> got affected with the issue and thought that I needed to vent out, so I ranted my feelings out to my friend through online chat. We had a funny, yet meaningful conversation. He told me one thing that got stuck on my head. </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">"</span></span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff99ff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Minsan, nakakasawa din ang palaging masaya"</span>.</span></span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Point taken! I guess my stay here in Butuan is fun; It's like having a fresh start, like a "new world". I'm enjoying just staying at the house, enjoying going out, enjoying the company of old friends, enjoying meeting people, choosing who to befriend, and knowing them better, and other more. I don't have a major problem. Seems like everything's going so well. And yes, nakakasawa nga ang palaging masaya. Maybe the 3rd-wheel thingie is the twist of my simple life - something to bother me, something to test friendship, something to test myself, or a reminder of the goals and objectives I resolved before I set my foot back here in Butuan. I'm not sure, but I believe things happen for a reason.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366; font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Credits:</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Quote by Joel Sorongon</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Picture from Reyus Tiamson's album</span></span></i></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-82697224046845733582012-01-02T05:38:00.003-08:002012-01-02T05:38:38.777-08:00ONE...to prove that love exists<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/156/ONE...to_prove_that_love_exists" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697;"><span itemprop="name">ONE...to prove that love exists</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 11, '09 11:29 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><div class="photo photo_center" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="photo_img" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 180px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3483580&op=1&view=all&subj=200544787662&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=200544787662&id=561721570" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15753_202197406570_561721570_3483580_2305701_a.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div><div class="clear_center" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;">At this moment there are 6 billion, 470 million, 818 thousand, 671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one</span></div><br />
<big><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">One Tree Hill</i></big></div></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-35769592831885011592012-01-02T05:38:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:38:06.977-08:00I miss this feeling<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/155/I_miss_this_feeling" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">I miss this feeling</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 10, '09 9:04 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"><img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/Jmi5FdesfKsM8UgfnrpGAQ/photos/1M/300x300/7763/happy.jpg?et=eEa9drvY4gVLfTDMiWyg1w&nmid=0" style="clear: both; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;">The ugly truth is that someone would not want to know you unless he's attracted to you. Everything starts with attraction. Physical attraction is the common thing, but there are other reasons for attraction; it could be due to popularity, being cool, style, a smile, colour of eyes, the aura, what you're doing, your ambitions, and plenty more reasons. Sometimes all it takes is a small opening of self to get to know other people and realize that you're attracted to them. And the next thing you know, you're badly wanting to know that person more. And when you get to know that person more, you'll just realize that you're liking him already! And each day is a good day. Thinking about it makes your day better; makes the sun shinier, makes the breeze cooler, and makes your smile sweeter.</span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-88082646261935379032012-01-02T05:37:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:37:19.529-08:00Redundant but True<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/154/Redundant_but_True_" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697;"><span itemprop="name">Redundant but True</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 8, '09 8:24 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'adobe garamond';"><img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/1lSUGBwzBlC5pRnfkaucrg/photos/1M/300x300/7762/pray.jpg?et=5ttmHAnXgZDgFVACctYg0Q&nmid=0" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'adobe garamond';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'adobe garamond';">I never meant for my life to be this way, but whatever the challenges that came to me, whatever spins & turns I've been through, I never gave up. I took all the challenges and faced them with all the strength I had. I spin & turned holding my head high and eyes wide open. I never let anything put me down. Sure there were a lot of times when I got tired and just wanted to close my eyes and not feel anything. But one thing's for sure - I never lost hope. Hope was the only thing I held on. That small light of hope became faith, and that faith gave me, if not confidence, the guts to just keep on going. And that guts, with practice, turned in to strength. You see, we are unconsciously equipped to face life's bad shots. We just have to realize it. We just have to trust our own self. And most of all, we just have to make sure that we never lose the person that we are, the one and only ally we have.</span></span></div></div><div style="clear: both;"></div><div class="relatedlinks" style="margin-top: 8px; text-align: left;"><div class="taglinks"><b>Tags:</b> <a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/tag/ally" rel="tag" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;">ally</a>, <a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/tag/guts" rel="tag" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;">guts</a>, <a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/tag/strenght" rel="tag" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;">strenght</a>, <a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/tag/faith" rel="tag" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;">faith</a>, <a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/tag/hope" rel="tag" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;">hope</a></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-53414285824074929942012-01-02T05:36:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:36:40.904-08:00It's not destiny. It's you!<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/153/Its_not_destiny._Its_you" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">It's not destiny. It's you!</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Dec 1, '09 12:41 AM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;">Some people, when faced with a difficult situation tends to reason out having "no choice"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"> for their life's misery. I think that's a crap! We always have a choice. </span></div><img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/rRCwGvbmDtHlhAH1iu9WsA/photos/1M/300x300/7722/dest.jpg?et=975rWeJyll5RyFB3vvlPXA&nmid=0" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;">We are given trials, we are put into what seems like a hopeless situation. In every situation, there are facts, and every fact offers choices. So why say you don't have a choice?! The truth is that you always have CHOICES. Choices will not always be good; most of the time both choices are bad. It's up to the person to chose what's best or the lesser-evil. But once you chose, you should keep your focus to that choice and forget about the other, or else you'll have your life stuck on regrets and blames. Don't blame God, don't blame destiny, don't blame circumstances, don't blame other people. Blame yourself for not choosing the best choice, or for not being able to accept the choice you made.. Don't live your life on WHAT-IF'S because you chose not to do those things! You had the chance to do it but you never did because you allowed yourself to be beaten by the negativities. Stop thinking of the things that could have been unless you have the will to turn back and change your fate! </span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-38366914811962184442012-01-02T05:35:00.003-08:002012-01-02T05:35:38.975-08:00This is THE GREAT LOVE<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/152/This_is_THE_GREAT_LOVE" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">This is THE GREAT LOVE</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 26, '09 12:35 AM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It's been so long since I last cried. And these tears right now means to me more than any tears I shed during my last 21 years of existence. This hurt I'm feeling right now is more than any hurt I've felt from the past. My heart is badly broken more than words could explain.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It breaks my heart seeing her smile. It breaks my heart hearing her voice on my mind. It breaks my heart knowing what she had to go through. It breaks my heart thinking the good and the bad times we've been through. It breaks my heart wanting to see her, hug her and just tell her how much I miss the old days, how much I miss her, and just how much I love her.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I don't want to tell her how much my hear is breaking or how much sadness I'm feeling. I just want to be strong, and even stronger so that I can just give my strength to her. No, I just wanna give my life for her.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">They say long distance relationship needs constant communication in order to survive. Our relationship contradicts that line. Because no matter the distance and the loss of communication, things for me is just the same. If something changed, that would be that my love grew stronger. And if something is certain, that would be that I never gave up and will never give up. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This love surpasses any love I have given out and I'm so stupid for realizing it just now. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This is the great love. And It's for her.</span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-27400843961041360532012-01-02T05:35:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:35:03.555-08:00Criminal Heart<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/151/Criminal_Heart" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">Criminal Heart</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 25, '09 12:10 PM</nobr><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"As I grew into womanhood and began to learn what was in my heart, I saw very clearly that, of all things difficult to rule, none were more so that my will and affections. " - Elisabeth Elliot</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7716" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/aPnMas1nh0dIfBBPW76Z8w/photos/1M/300x300/7716/bh.jpg?et=D8UYzUC8JYGQpsU9p1L2%2BA&nmid=0" style="clear: both; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" /></a></span><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Too many of us are blissfully unaware how deceitful the core of our beings can truly be. When we think "heart", we picture cutesy, red, cutout valentines. But often, if we'd really examine our hearts, we'd find lies, selfishness, lust, envy & pride. And that's the abridged list! It's like discovering your sweet old grandmother's picture on the FBI's Most Wanted list at the post office.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The heart is deceitful above all things.. Who can understand it? Though the advice of many well-meaning people today is to "follow your heart", it's contradictory on most of reality because your heart can lead you in wrong, even deadly directions. Our hearts lie. Something can "feel" right and be completely wrong.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The human heart doesn't like taking orders from the mind. The time will come for all of us when we won't feel like doing the responsible thing that we've resolved to do. The question is, how will we respond when our hearts lead a full-scale rebellion? If we don't prepare ourselves for an uprising, we'll fell tempted to abandon our principle and standards.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So guard your heart like it's a criminal tied in a chair who would like to break free and knock you over the head. In other words, protect yourself from your heart's sinfulness. Keep a wary eye on your heart, knowing that it can do you damage if it is not carefully watched.</div><div><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">Reference:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">I Kissed Dating Goodbye - J. Harris</span></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-52469841217645022162012-01-02T05:34:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:34:16.506-08:00Beliver of Love<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/150/Beliver_of_Love" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">Beliver of Love</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 22, '09 9:59 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/YF0Wo0slUUOTlOJNx+ipiw/photos/1M/300x300/7715/love.jpg?et=zovsfBz4imgqBwtqacDSRQ&nmid=0" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" />I am a believer of love eve though it failed me a lot of times. But I know someone will come along. Someone whom I'll end up with, happy and fulfilled. I remember someone told me that instead of waiting for the right guy, I should concentrate on being the right girl. And God put me on situations that tested and practiced my capability to love.<br />
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I am a believer of love. Love does not come every day. I will not hinder once it happens to other people, same way as I will not allow anyone to hinder it once it comes to me. In contrast, I still believe that a right love at the wrong time & wrong place is a wrong love. =)</span></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-27384509366559867892012-01-02T05:33:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:33:24.672-08:00The Public Prosecution & Persecution<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/149/The_Public_Prosecution_Persecution" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">The Public Prosecution & Persecution</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 22, '09 8:35 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">No one can tell you what to do because they don't now what you've been through.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">No one can tell how you are because they're not talking to you! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The only form of bitterness that people know is the bitterness of being unable to accept things that you couldn't get back anymore. If people think that way, they have the lowest level of understanding. Sometimes a person becomes bitter not because of being unable to accept a loss, but because someone did a very grave offence to them, something worth cursing (but not necessarily). I guess happy people with low-level comprehension could not understand that.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Anger is a dangerous word. A lot of things could be damaged. But anger is a compassionate feeling, and BS people do not deserve even anger. People always mistake anger for indifference. Indifference is when you totally don't care, you live your own life, you're happy and you're not missing anything from the past. But even if you already turned your back from some things, people will keep on relating those things to you. It's not like you wanted it or asked for it. But those people know something, heard something and saw something. And people's knowing, hearing & seeing those "something's" are beyond control. That's what you call "The Public Prosecution & Persecution". Reputation will not be ruined if the reputation's clean. Water will not leak of the pipe's not damage.</span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-69001128437383099672012-01-02T05:32:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:32:47.735-08:00LOL. Good luck! =))<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><br />
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<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/148/LOL._Good_luck_" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">LOL. Good luck! =))</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 18, '09 11:22 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/mtq5exxlXq9wCCQTP1OLxA/photos/1M/300x300/7714/pino.jpg?et=lLUmPIBvRJ2DNv4fBeEx0g&nmid=0" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lie is a grave offence. It is basically a sin, and every sin has a corresponding punishment. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do different then talk different. Denial is a form of lie, especially if it's done with conscious intentions. Denying a relationship is very much insulting for the other party base on public's judgement. Denying a relationship is equivalent to lying to other people about the relationship. And a relationship built with lie (as a starter) is definitely not good. A building built with the wrong materials for foundation is as weak as a match-stick-tower; one blow and it'll definitely fall. But what if a liar lies for a liar? Well, that's a different issue. Liars like liars. If liars build their relationship with a lie, then I guess there's no irony in the picture! </span></span></div><span style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-56802875247965576702012-01-02T05:31:00.001-08:002012-01-02T05:31:37.864-08:00It's a battle!<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/147/Its_a_battle" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">It's a battle!</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 17, '09 2:24 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">People go through difficult experiences; they get hurt, fall, stumble, and get wounded. Life is a battle. We need to keep our faith and hopes high. The good thing about the battle of life is that no matter how bad we get hit by our enemies, we always have the power to be healed by our own choice. We can just pick up our weapon, stand up, run, and fight back. Sometimes we just want to give up, just stay where we're lying and just close our eyes. But not matter how hard we keep our eyes shut, we can never escape the sound of the battle field - the voice of your enemies and your colleagues, the sound of the firing guns, the explosion of the bombs, and the cries of others who are also wounded. There is no assurance for a rescue, because everyone's struggling the same way you are. Everyone's fighting their own battle. You only have yourself, your wounds, your fractured bones, your injured body, your weapon, your faith, and your hope. And sometimes knowing that you're alive is the best hope you can hold on to yourself to just keep on fighting. We are all warriors, destined to fight for our own destiny.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7713" style="color: #4d9697;"><img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.domq1988.multiply.com/image/xbKe3gvcdbR4oz-dmE9u9Q/photos/1M/300x300/7713/war.jpg?et=Y0XQCu9z4CH6dDPwzNtXqw&nmid=0" style="clear: both; display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></a></span></span></span></div></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260326943629801872.post-51877028932288237332012-01-02T05:30:00.003-08:002012-01-02T05:30:55.442-08:00The choice to unknown<div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #4d9697; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; width: auto;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-size: 12px;"><tbody>
<tr><td class="cattitle" style="font-size: 24px !important; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://domq1988.multiply.com/journal/item/145/The_choice_to_unknown" itemprop="url" rel="bookmark" style="color: #4d9697; text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name">The choice to unknown</span></a></td><td class="itemsubsub" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;"><nobr>Nov 14, '09 5:21 PM</nobr><br />
for everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="itemshadow" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; position: relative; width: auto;"><div class="bodytext" id="item_body"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;">There will always be that someone whom you adored much but was never yours. There will always be that question of "what if?" that you'll never get to know the answer. There will always that something that will never go away even though time has gotten over it.</span></span></big></div><big><div class="photo photo_right" style="clear: right; float: right; line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 180px;"><div class="photo_img" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338604&op=1&view=all&subj=178190077662&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=178190077662&id=561721570" style="color: #4d9697; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs088.snc3/15536_180235876570_561721570_3338604_5190124_a.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div></big><div class="clear_right" style="clear: left; line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><big><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;">Regret comes in many forms; some are still being lived at the moment, while some are buried inside the heart. Some are being compensated through friendship, while some are just nightmares we don't want to talk about. But there will always be a choice between just thinking what could have been and knowing what could have been. Sometimes all it takes is a little courage to do the risk. But sometimes we chose to stay as what we are, not because we're cowards, but because we value the person that we are right now more that the person that could have been.</span></span></big></div></span></div></div></div>NIQUEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262543576655153122noreply@blogger.com0