<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:37:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Curve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-4981259338226095793</id><published>2008-06-04T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T03:08:21.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved out</title><content type='html'>hey i got a new cyber home: &lt;a href="http://warriorprincess9.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://warriorprincess9.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-4981259338226095793?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4981259338226095793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=4981259338226095793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4981259338226095793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4981259338226095793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-out.html' title='Moved out'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-1879878892100121461</id><published>2007-07-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T03:18:33.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frustrated. big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-1879878892100121461?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1879878892100121461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=1879878892100121461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/1879878892100121461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/1879878892100121461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/07/frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-4878331993650704616</id><published>2007-06-15T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:54:24.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y NATS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dahil tuwing bday mo may nagyayaring kakaiba (hold-up, bagyo, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dahil huling-huli ko ang mga 'moments of love' mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dahil killer ang 'young boses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yung tipong may pumuputok sa gitna ng kanta hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at higit sa lahat dahil ikaw, OO IKAW ang paborito kong bride's maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RnJnkSeKBaI/AAAAAAAAABc/JynSYtaPF5E/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076233603131245986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RnJnkSeKBaI/AAAAAAAAABc/JynSYtaPF5E/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday gracia baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to more coconut, chocnut, donuts at peanuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Tagay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-4878331993650704616?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4878331993650704616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=4878331993650704616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4878331993650704616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4878331993650704616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-nats.html' title='Y NATS?'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RnJnkSeKBaI/AAAAAAAAABc/JynSYtaPF5E/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-6339568872550266166</id><published>2007-06-15T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:18:12.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can never live without music</title><content type='html'>Here’s a tag from &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~normeee"&gt;Normi&lt;/a&gt;. It's a long overdue meme. So before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;The RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, iPod, Winamp etc.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to the next question,press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t lie and pretend you’re cool.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you’re finished, tag some other people to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Opening credits: Just for Today – India Arie (Remember the theme song for Tyra Banks’ Show? That’s the one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for Today I will not worry what tomorrow will bring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to try something new, walk through this day like I got nothing to prove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Although I have the best intention can't predict anyone reactions, so I just do my best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I put one foot infront of the other keep on movig forward and let God do the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Waking up: Lovely Day – Out of Eden&lt;br /&gt;C. First Day of School: Rain Down on Me – Point of Grace (hehehe suspended ang classes.)&lt;br /&gt;D. Falling in love:  - You and Me – Life House (kainis kinikilig nanaman ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to doNothing to loseAnd it's you and me and all other peopleAnd I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. First song: Real - Plumb&lt;br /&gt;F. Breaking up: Only Reminds Me Of You – (revived by:) MYMP&lt;br /&gt;G. Prom: The Way You Look Tonight – Michael Buble.&lt;br /&gt;H. Life: I am – Nicole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;I. Mental breakdown: Too Little, Too Late – Jojo (masaya to sa videoke)&lt;br /&gt;J. Driving: I wanna go home – Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;K. Flashback: Oh How the years go by – Amy Grant (mas maganda pa din yung version nila ate gladys nung kinanta niya to sa retreat during kapihan. :))&lt;br /&gt;L. Getting back together: Changes in My life (revived by:) Jed Madela. &lt;br /&gt;N. Birth of a child: I Hope you Dance – Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you never lose your sense of wonder, You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, May you never take one single breath for granted, GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed, I hope you still feel small When you stand beside the ocean, Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens, Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O. Final battle: Your Grace Still Amazes Me – Zoe Group&lt;br /&gt;P. Death scene: It is well with My soul – Jars of Clay&lt;br /&gt;Q. Funeral song: I Can Only Imagine – Mercy Me&lt;br /&gt;R. End credits: One Way – Hillsong (yesssss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Taggin' &lt;a href="http://aleksillyserious.wordpress.com/"&gt;K. Aleks&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://luzikuchi.wordpress.com/"&gt;A. Gladys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nalani21.wordpress.com/"&gt;A. Daph&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bengalba.wordpress.com/"&gt;A. Beng&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://songbearer.blogspot.com/"&gt;K. Ruben&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-6339568872550266166?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6339568872550266166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=6339568872550266166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/6339568872550266166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/6339568872550266166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-can-never-live-without-music.html' title='you can never live without music'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-8317122997747018449</id><published>2007-06-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:19:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>From yahoo news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"MANILA (AFP) - A jobless man was shot dead by a security guard for singing out of tune in a Philippine karaoke bar, police said Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Romy Baligula, 29, was halfway through his song on Tuesday night in a bar in San Mateo town, east of Manila, when 43-year-old security guard Robilito Ortega yelled that he was out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;As Baligula ignored his comments and continued singing, Ortega pulled out his revolver and shot him in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;Senior Superintendent Felipe Rojas said Baligula died instantly.&lt;br /&gt;The security guard was detained by an off-duty policeman shortly after the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Deaths and violence are not uncommon in Philippine karaoke bars.&lt;br /&gt;The popular Frank Sinatra song "My Way" has been taken off many karaoke bars in Manila after it was found to be the cause of fights and even deaths when patrons sang out of tune."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-8317122997747018449?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8317122997747018449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=8317122997747018449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8317122997747018449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8317122997747018449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-8865081922391910692</id><published>2007-05-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:54:25.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RkPw0OiwxBI/AAAAAAAAABU/leIwDXGP4Tc/s1600-h/me+&amp;+ain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063155186142331922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RkPw0OiwxBI/AAAAAAAAABU/leIwDXGP4Tc/s320/me+%26+ain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that you'll know that despite of your being 'pasaway', you are special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that i'll always be your older sister. (Dahil wala kang choice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll try to be a better sister-bestfriend you can ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there is nothing you can do to make me love you less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Biligdog. Tanda mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-8865081922391910692?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8865081922391910692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=8865081922391910692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8865081922391910692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8865081922391910692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-that-youll-know-that-despite-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RkPw0OiwxBI/AAAAAAAAABU/leIwDXGP4Tc/s72-c/me+%26+ain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-3006226912735501466</id><published>2007-05-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:43:59.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartrob ng Pre-school</title><content type='html'>If there is a so-called 'kilabot ng kolehiyala' (college heartrob), there is also a so-called 'kilabot ng pre-school. And I, officially, am one of them. Eversince I started my bookstore duty I was able to interact with kids of our customers. You know, ask them their name, their age, what school they go to or even how many teeth they have. I even play Buzz Bee, the King of the Bees at the bookstore video player whenever there are kids around so that they'll behave and leave their mommys and daddys to do the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like the what my ex-boss-friend usually say that pre-school teachers are usually the first crush boys usually have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bookstore office's door was opened and there was this cute little boy who was peeking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijoiski:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi&lt;br /&gt;The boy smiled and run away. After a few minutes he was back still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijoiski:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy came in and stood infront of my workplace. He was looking at my 'mini-creatures' on my desk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijoiski:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello. Anong pangalan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He ran away &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. And after a few minutes he came back&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt; with that smile.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;By this time, my supervisor and manager were already laughing really hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijoiski:&lt;/strong&gt; Mamaya ka nalang bumalik nagwowork pa ko. Ito number ko. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a few minutes I went to the counter to help out and incidentally, his parents are already there paying for thier books. This same boy opened the door at the counter and went in. I was really laughing out loud thinking. "pambihira ang agressive naman."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was on a meeting with my 2 bosses yesterday at the Bookstore office. Since the door at the office was made of glass I was able to see those who passes by. There was this little boy, around 6 I guess, who stood outside of the door. I waved my hand. He ran away. After a few minutes he came back again. I smiled. He ran again. By this time his yaya was running after him. When he came back he was trying to open the door and his yaya was making him stop. he dropped his hands from the door knob and he kissed the door. How weird is that. Of course all this time my bosses are laughing and teasing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not mention anymore how little boys used to sit beside me on restaurants or making pa-cute at the malls. What's with boys and 'running away' anyway? Darn. I do love kids. I really do. But not in a 'romantic' way. I don't want to be put in jail beacuse of love life. HAHAHAHA. But yeah nevertheless, I still love kids. &lt;em&gt;Pambihirang kamote. Wala ba kayong mga kuya? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-3006226912735501466?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3006226912735501466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=3006226912735501466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/3006226912735501466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/3006226912735501466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/05/heartrob-ng-pre-school.html' title='Heartrob ng Pre-school'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-8350420335234672305</id><published>2007-05-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:54:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Rjll6uiwxAI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-yoHWkPzXA/s1600-h/family1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060187715928114178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Rjll6uiwxAI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-yoHWkPzXA/s320/family1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WACKY DAW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family Camp 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-8350420335234672305?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8350420335234672305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=8350420335234672305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8350420335234672305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/8350420335234672305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/05/wacky-daw-family-camp-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Rjll6uiwxAI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-yoHWkPzXA/s72-c/family1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-7717714067912264815</id><published>2007-03-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:15:05.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the midst of busyness I was again reminded that this small world is not my home. That the paper works on my table are temporary. That I should be wise in investing my time. I'm still amazed on how God sees things. When I thought its not/should not be over ... He said, "it's done." When I thought that there are alot of things to look forward to and He said "not with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and peace.&lt;br /&gt;Fear and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't comprehend how these feelings could co-exsist. My eyes are tired from crying. Not for him but for my lost...for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be remembered Tito Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God it hurts so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-7717714067912264815?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7717714067912264815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=7717714067912264815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/7717714067912264815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/7717714067912264815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-midst-of-busyness-i-was-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-4932604526483838079</id><published>2007-03-11T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:33:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hey girl happy birthday!" My ninang said. She hugged me tight and said, "Ano ka ba kumusta ka na, wala na akong alam sayo." I smiled and replied. "Ako din po wala na akong alam sa sarili ko e."  She smiled back trying to understand what I just said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not even about the birthday thing, but I'm reaaaallly, reaally sad these days. And I don't even know why...or the other hand, maybe at the back of my mind I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14567" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Why are you downcast, O my soul?&lt;br /&gt;       Why so disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;       Put your hope in God,&lt;br /&gt;       for I will yet praise him,&lt;br /&gt;       my Savior and my God."&lt;br /&gt;                                       Psalms 42:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-4932604526483838079?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4932604526483838079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=4932604526483838079&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4932604526483838079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/4932604526483838079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-girl-happy-birthday-my-ninang-said.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-6724567006345268633</id><published>2007-02-16T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:54:25.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW71qT1QtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRogXHYDytQ/s1600-h/lipad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW71qT1QtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRogXHYDytQ/s320/lipad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032134689221329618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palawan baby...yahooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to palawan last weekend with my parents. Although we stayed there for only 3 days and 2 nights, I was able to enjoy my vacation. (Granted that I can act as if I'm the only child. hahaha.) I love the water soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW8n6T1QuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6GZSzgtAAcE/s1600-h/under+ground+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW8n6T1QuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6GZSzgtAAcE/s320/under+ground+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032135552509756130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me taken infront of the National Park where the underground river is. The 'boatman' told us that the bats inside usually sleep during mornings due to 'gimmiks' at night. hahaha. This is the first time I wore a pink hard hat. I sooo love it! hehehe. We had a lunch after together with the bayawaks (for real!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW9vKT1QvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9YPafG2ArEE/s1600-h/with+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW9vKT1QvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9YPafG2ArEE/s320/with+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032136776575435506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making faces with my mom at the National Park. Yeah, yeah I know I still look beautiful even if I'm trying to look silly ('wag nang papalag.) Oh well, who knows, someday I might be able to be rich enough to buy Palawan. hahaha. wish. Oh well, I'm sad though that my beloved prodigal brothers weren't able to come. (Wala akong ma-bully. hehehe.)  I'm sure they'll enjoy it as much as i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-6724567006345268633?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6724567006345268633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=6724567006345268633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/6724567006345268633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/6724567006345268633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/02/palawan-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/RdW71qT1QtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRogXHYDytQ/s72-c/lipad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-5920642349869205910</id><published>2007-01-13T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:54:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Ranlpbg5fvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ejJs_GF0MH4/s1600-h/_MG_5563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Ranlpbg5fvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ejJs_GF0MH4/s320/_MG_5563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019795759604268786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, my parents asked me if I'm free after office to watch the pyro olympics with them. I said yes. So there we were braving the traffic in EDSA just to watch this show. We looked for a place where we can be near the show without paying the entrance (hehehe) and ended up behind the restaurants near the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dampa&lt;/span&gt;. The place have this stinking smell but then again there were lots of people waiting for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; show. After a few minutes i  saw a red light going up into the sky and turned into a huge ball of twinkling lights. The show started. I stood there silently saying my oohhhhsss and aaahhhsss while watching the different colors up in the sky. The loud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;booms &lt;/span&gt;that turns the cars alarms. The fireworks were so facinating and beautiful that I almost forgot where I am at. Suddenly I can't smell the stinking dampa anymore. Nor the people around me matter anymore. The children who were laughing and cheering became music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song came into my mind, "When i look into your holiness, when i gaze into your loveliness, when all things that surround become shadows in the light of You." This simple experience taught me how my relationship with Jesus should be. That if/when I focus on Jesus, everything will be blurr and all I can see is His goodness, faithfulness, beauty and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a beautiful experience for me, without paying 1,200 pesos. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-5920642349869205910?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5920642349869205910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=5920642349869205910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/5920642349869205910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/5920642349869205910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-friday-my-parents-asked-me-if-im.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toMelsc8CnE/Ranlpbg5fvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ejJs_GF0MH4/s72-c/_MG_5563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-2751826957793613496</id><published>2007-01-03T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:53:47.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on and Looking forward to</title><content type='html'>Another year just passed. Lots of lessons learned, things to forget...people to forget, moments to look back and things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the year ended I'm simply having this "moving-on" mode. I moved on to a new part-time home which is in Makati. I wanna move to a new job. Maybe a new church and get a new name. Yeah I'm thinking of moving to another country too. Maybe Dubai or Florida..wherever. And then my brain just gets too tired thinking how in the world i am gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another year just passed and another year to come. This year I'm looking forward not only to where God will bring me but to how God will work to bring me there. Few months from now I'll be turning 25 (yuck tanda ko na.) and lately, being with somebody is not a big deal anymore (compared to when I was 18). I'm just excited on what event I am gonna do next. Or who's wedding will I coordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I am in a middle of the so-called quarterlife crisis, little by little I'm learning to stretch my wings and fly without depending on anybody but God. I used to say "tomorrow I will be good." or "tomorrow I could do this." Now I humbly say, "bring it on!" God prepared me long enough for this. I guess that's the reason for these countless projects that I have/had. I'm still afraid of some things (such as monsters) but then again, My God is sufficient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I wasted ALOT of opportunities to grow in my Christian life. This year, I look forward to more opportunities to trust God. Last year, I carelessly gamble the relationships that I have. This year, I'm looking forward to building or restoring more friendship/partnership. This year, I look forward to more creative-crazy ideas...less hesitations and fears (again except monsters. hahaha), more laughter...less drama, more humility and grace...less pride, more encouragement...less complains, more God-glorifying activities and more boys (hahaha!). As one pastor said..."this is the year of the Lord." I say Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-2751826957793613496?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2751826957793613496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=2751826957793613496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/2751826957793613496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/2751826957793613496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-on-and-looking-forward-to.html' title='Moving on and Looking forward to'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-116374979368583362</id><published>2006-11-16T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:25:20.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you smell Christmas? Early sunsets, cold nights, christmas lights and trees everywhere. I love Christmas, not just because of the season or its traditions but because of the reason why we celebrate it. A friend of mine told me that suicide rate goes up during Christmas time. People without families, love life whatever gets depressed because they have no one to celebrate it with them. It saddens me that people got to feel that when this season is all about hope and love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to have family, friends and yes even my work that drives me crazy but keeps my feet on the ground. But hey this girl got wishes too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my "not-so grown-up" Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;1. Rest. Vacation and Spiritual Retreat. yeah i def. need this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/arwen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/200/arwen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Arwen's (remember Lord of the Rings?) necklace. Waaaaah. I've been eyeing this since kuya ruben showed me that brochure. &lt;br /&gt;3. Visit CRIBS (the orphange that I go with Mae and play with the kids again.&lt;br /&gt;4. A night-out with my APS. (over night kaya kayo samin?)&lt;br /&gt;5. That freakin' Starbucks planner. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn how to drive. (Now this was in my wish list since last year. hahaha. sooo sad. My student's drivers license will be expiring soon.)&lt;br /&gt;7. A new chuck-tailor sneakers maybe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/chuck%201.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/200/chuck%201.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/chuck%202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/200/chuck%202.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/chuck%203.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/200/chuck%203.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/chuck%204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/200/chuck%204.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm done with teddy bears so maybe a cabbage patch kid who looks like angel...orrrr okay a carebear. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;9. Another photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;10. A bookshelf. Yes a bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;11. A new starbucks tumbler.&lt;br /&gt;12. Rest and vacation to those who works on holidays (salesladies, callcenter agents, guards, policemen whoever you are.)&lt;br /&gt;13. Did I mention vacation? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;14. Freedom from debt! yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;15. Good health, peace, blessings, love and more years for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-116374979368583362?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/116374979368583362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=116374979368583362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/116374979368583362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/116374979368583362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-smell-christmas-early-sunsets.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-116253696732823113</id><published>2006-11-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:56:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;anybody looking for an events  coordinator?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-116253696732823113?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/116253696732823113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=116253696732823113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/116253696732823113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/116253696732823113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/11/anybody-looking-for-events-coordinator.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115528155655080019</id><published>2006-08-11T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:32:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a few minutes break…that’s all I need. Deeeeeep breathing. Hehehe. Three more weeks, and finally all these things (I mean all these papers on my messy table) shall come to pass. Hehehe. I’m handling 3 major events for this year’s Manila International Bookfair. Did I ever mentioned that all I want to be is a housewife…..really. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 things I am learning/still learning/learned these days.&lt;br /&gt;1. To be really, really, really thankful to God no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;2. That one of the best place to be is in your room with a Bible on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;3. That when you start praising God for the people around you, you’ll see the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;4. That trusting God is hard. But then again there is no better way.&lt;br /&gt;5. That God loves me not because I handle events for Him. &lt;br /&gt;6. That I tend to cry really hard if I’m really tired. &lt;br /&gt;7. That I want to be a Starbuck Barrista.&lt;br /&gt;8. That I’m just a human and I can and will make many mistakes. But then again I’m thankful that Someone with greater power is in control.&lt;br /&gt;9. That I have to be confident and take more risks for as long as I am within God’s boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;10. That I want to marry a youth pastor….oh shucks, o shucks did I just said that. hahaha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging. Back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115528155655080019?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115528155655080019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115528155655080019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115528155655080019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115528155655080019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/08/taking-few-minutes-breakthats-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115321737471303062</id><published>2006-07-18T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:09:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A part of me wants to reach out and say, I'm sorry for hurting you. You've hurted me, I've learned let's be friends and move on. A part of me wants to simply push you away and say i don't need you. You've hurted me enough. I could go on without you. Its been a months ago, feels like years. I've changed and so you do. But a part of me chooses to stay, refuses to let go. Not because I can't but because I won't. I know God wants me to learn to be a big girl and face you, but i guess I'm too coward to hurt you like the way you did to me. But one day I know, I have to choose between myself and God. Oh God help me to obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115321737471303062?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115321737471303062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115321737471303062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115321737471303062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115321737471303062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-of-me-wants-to-reach-out-and-say.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115203194212907505</id><published>2006-07-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:07:03.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love superman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/clark%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/clark%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Superman! Naman. I remembered the time when i go "gaga" over Christopher Reeve. Hahaha. I was in high school then. My classmate Mark (who's now in US) is one of the 'dakilang saksi' of my endless ramblings about how cute Chris is. I even promised to myself that someday I'll meet him. But alas, he died. And it was really a terrible day for me. I even cried. But then again, atleast superman lives! hehehe. The movie is good. I mean Brandon's acting is good. He even got the tone of Christopher Reeve's voice. He's fit for the character. yeeeaaahh baby! Plus the effects. Man, it must be fun working with Bryan. Waaaaah sino bang hindi ma-iinlab kay superman. pambihira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115203194212907505?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115203194212907505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115203194212907505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115203194212907505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115203194212907505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-superman.html' title='I Love superman!'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115116981257479185</id><published>2006-06-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:23:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched a play the other night with mae and my family entitled Godot wer is U? (Waiting for Godot). A nice play actually. They translated it to Filipino, so the audience can actually relate to the words their saying. I had a good laugh. The actors are good. When the assistant stage manager came out during the curtain call, I was surprised. Pambihira! Kasama ko to sa theater guild ha. I was older than him so we were not that close but i do remember him. Part of me is proud that he is their infront when everyone is clapping and all but I must admit a part of me envys him. San na nga kaya ako ngayon if I pursued a career in production? Ano na kaya ang narating ko? Oh well, yeah i do miss productions. The rehearsals. The 'power' of being the stage manager. and the responsiblities as well. The chaos backstage during the show. The feeling of relief after. The pride during curtain call. And most specially the endless kwentuhan of the staff and casts after the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Don't get me wrong. I do love what i do. Di lang siguro ako marunong makuntento or because I still love productions. And I guess I'll always will. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115116981257479185?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115116981257479185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115116981257479185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115116981257479185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115116981257479185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/06/watched-play-other-night-with-mae-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115073203172283305</id><published>2006-06-19T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:47:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee either stimulates or make me sleepy. I know its weird, but i could drink a cup of coffee and sleep after a few minutes. But tonight, its quite the opposite. I've been thinking the whole day how I've been bumming around after I graduated. Don't get me wrong. I'm doing good with my job. But I guess a part of me wants to do more. I've realized I wasted so much time. Waited for so long. To do productions, to do plays, to have photoshoots, to teach acting class and be a GT. I know I can do a lot MORE than what I'm doing now. Which made me think...how about a second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't give up my first (I asked the Lord and He said stay.), maybe i should get some more gimmicks like be a part time call center agent or a Starbucks barrista. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, look what coffee has done to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to watch Battle StarGalactica season 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its really late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudlak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115073203172283305?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115073203172283305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115073203172283305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115073203172283305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115073203172283305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/06/coffee-either-stimulates-or-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115062159723341331</id><published>2006-06-18T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:06:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took 3 hours for me to finish this site. but i'm glad. *clap, clap*. Although i'm having trouble to enable the comment settings. I need Riz's brilliant mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was a big gig for me and the team. We had our building dedication and thanksgiving. Grabe ang dami kong hindi nakakatawang bloopers. I almost believe someone who once told me that I'm all face value. But then again I don't believe in traitors. bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, yeah the event went well. God's grace talaga. It was raining hard the time we started our registration. (As in sobrang bumabaha yung harapan namin.) I was silently talking to God, "Cmmon Lord, I know You've brought us this far (natapos ang paggawa sa electricity and all.) give us more grace and mercy." And guess what after an hour the sun was shining brightly...as if it di umulan. See what prayers can do? :) Ang galing galing grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my bloopers, ammm it was not really a pretty sight (weelll atleast para saakin.) But what didn't kill me will make me a better person right? Yeah. hehehe. Next time I'll be more careful and more alert and more attentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to a friend's blooming love story a few minutes ago. I smiled. This same person like me has her share of heartbreaks and kilig moments. But looking in her eyes now, I know there is something new. Man, she's grown. hahaha. Basta gurl lab kita. Pagsuccess ka, ako wedding coordinator mo. Pag hindi, hug kita ng malupit tapos sunugin natin bahay. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ng may lab lyf. aaaa....eee....maprepressure na ba ako?....hmmmmmm....aaaaa....eeeee....cge bukas nalang hapon na. bwhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah hope you guys like my new site. yeeeaahhh baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115062159723341331?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115062159723341331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115062159723341331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115062159723341331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115062159723341331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-took-3-hours-for-me-to-finish-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-115002958114700450</id><published>2006-06-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:39:41.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to write for so long yet no words seems to fit. Okay sige na hindi na ako magdadrama. Happy naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered our church's office today and the Trinidad Kids gone wild. "ateeee Ivvvyyy pengeng NERDS!!!!" I smiled. They've been asking me to buy them Nerds since the day I brought one. Grabe ganito pala ang feeling ng drug dealer. "Sorry ha wala akong mahanap." They smiled back and said, "Sige next time nalang." Koreen the eldest asked, "Diba ate ang favorite mong color pink?" Bea, the youngest replied, "Hindi no diba ate ang favorite mo black." "hindi no pink nga eh, diba ate.?" the conversation went on for a few minutes until their Sunday School teacher told them to keep quiet coz their class will begin. "grabe ate ang dami mong fans." their Sunday School teacher said. I smiled. Hay i love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMF Lit moved back to Boni! And I've a new work place. My own. Grabe hindi ako sanay sa malaking building. Dati isang tambling lang nabonding ko na lahat. Now I have to go to their respective workplaces to talk to my officemates. Sabi nga ni Sir Rocha, Its a monument of God's faithfulness. Indeed it is. (By the way sale kami ngayon till June 29!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng mga blogger friends ko ginagawa kong yearly ang pagpapalit ng blogsite ko. hmmmm nice observation. ;) Pero thanks, thanks sa walang sawang pagpapalit ng link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pang kwento. Maraming bago. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-115002958114700450?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/115002958114700450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=115002958114700450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115002958114700450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/115002958114700450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114793471396490100</id><published>2006-05-17T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:45:13.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Am &lt;br /&gt;Nichole Nordeman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn't always this tall&lt;br /&gt;You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;You watched my team win&lt;br /&gt;You watched my team lose&lt;br /&gt;Watched when my bicycle went down again&lt;br /&gt;And when I was weak, unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Still I could call You by name&lt;br /&gt;And I said, Elbow Healer, Superhero&lt;br /&gt;Come if You can&lt;br /&gt;You said, I Am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only sixteen, life is so mean&lt;br /&gt;What kind of curfew is at 10pm?&lt;br /&gt;You saw my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And watched my heart break&lt;br /&gt;Heard when I swore I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;And when I was weak, unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Still I could call You by name&lt;br /&gt;And I said Heartache Healer, Secret Keeper&lt;br /&gt;Be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;And you said, I Am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me wear white by pale candlelight&lt;br /&gt;I said forever to what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream&lt;br /&gt;Too much it might seem when it is 2am&lt;br /&gt;And when I am weak, unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Still I will call You by name&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto my hand&lt;br /&gt;You say, I Am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change and circumstance blow in and all around us&lt;br /&gt;So we find a foothold that's familiar&lt;br /&gt;And bless the moments that we feel You nearer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life had begun, I was woven and spun&lt;br /&gt;You let the angels dance around the throne&lt;br /&gt;And who can say when, but they'll dance again&lt;br /&gt;When I am free and finally headed home&lt;br /&gt;I will be weak, unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Still I will call You by name&lt;br /&gt;Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer&lt;br /&gt;Comforter, Healer, my Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Lord and King, Beginning and the End &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114793471396490100?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114793471396490100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114793471396490100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114793471396490100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114793471396490100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-nichole-nordeman-pencil-marks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114693088759409822</id><published>2006-05-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:19:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain and Simple</title><content type='html'>A good friend once told me that "Simplicity is Beauty." I replied, "I define beauty." hehehe. I do love colors, specially loud ones. It makes my life fun and energetic. But these days, the artist in me seems to be growing up. With the events that happend these passed months my colorful life seemed to be colorless. But who knows what the Great Painter is up to. All I know is that someday I might look at this colorless stage a very important one...it complimented the colorful work of art into a beautiful masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114693088759409822?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114693088759409822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114693088759409822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114693088759409822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114693088759409822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/05/plain-and-simple.html' title='Plain and Simple'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114681752834275051</id><published>2006-05-05T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:32:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;meron talagang mga sinulat mo nung unang panahon na  hanggang ngayon pagbinabasa mo nandun pa din yung same feeling ng  "na-iiyak-ka-na-di-mo-ma-intindihan" habang sinusulat mo ito 'no.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Kung meron mang mga ganong posts, isa ito &lt;A  href="http://bijoigorgus.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-sayo.html"&gt;http://bijoigorgus.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-sayo.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;ang makulit pa, mas na-iyak ako sa mga comments.  *bugtung hininga*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114681752834275051?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114681752834275051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114681752834275051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114681752834275051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114681752834275051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/05/grabe.html' title='grabe'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114561103154834657</id><published>2006-04-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:19:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat nanaman!!! :)</title><content type='html'>After a few days, here I am again packing my stuffs for another out of town trip. This time with my officemates for our annual company retreat. Kahit hindi ako nakasama sa Fontana ng mga Joy Club (hard core), Joy Club (the next generation) at Jr. Joy na-eexcite ako dahil alam kong marami nanaman ituturo sakin si Lord. I look forward to QTs and Spiritual Retreats na nature naman ang setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was challenge to make a difference. To have the confidence to say "Imitate me as I imitate Christ". ngayon naman ano kaya? Although syempre may idea na ako dahil sa theme, I know that God doesn't work on a box. That He will teach me alot of things beyond the set program of the retreat. Na-eexcite na din akong maki-fellowship sa mga ka-officemate kong pasaway. Medyo natagal na din kasi kaming di nagbobonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko ang Jr. Joy. Madami na ang nagtatampo dahil isang work addict ang kanilang 'Master'. Sorry talaga. Di talaga ako pwedeng mag-absent. Pagbalik ko mag-iiceberg yung small group ko okiiieeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I believe that God is continually molding me into the woman that she wants me to be. Someday, I will be able to say, "Follow me as I imitate Christ." I know. Coz God's grace is sufficient for me. Ngayon sobrang binabasag pa ako at kinikiskis...so I could shine brightly for God. If there is one thing I could confidently say that I have...that is hope. That tomorrow will be a better day, that tomorrow the sun will shine brighter. That is the confidence that I have, the hope that I found in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year. Cloudy nanaman ang mundo ko. Mahirap i explain kasi kahit ako hindi ko na-iintindihan. Pero unlike last year I see it as this...Knowing that God is in control, knowing that He sees the big picture I have peace. I know my tears are too precious for Him that He will not let it fall unless in the end something good will come out of it. That's the kind of Father that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Christian life hindi naman puro sufferings. Pero pano mo ma-aapreciate ang victory kung di mo alam kung gano kahirap maabot yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3:7-14&lt;br /&gt;7 (But) whatever gains I had, these I have come to consider a loss 7 because of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;8 More than that, I even consider everything as a loss because of the supreme good of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have accepted the loss of all things and I consider them so much rubbish, that I may gain Christ &lt;br /&gt;9 and be found in him, not having any righteousness of my own based on the law but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God, depending on faith &lt;br /&gt;10 to know him and the power of his resurrection and (the) sharing of his sufferings by being conformed to his death, &lt;br /&gt;11 if somehow I may attain the resurrection from the dead. &lt;br /&gt;12  It is not that I have already taken hold of it or have already attained perfect maturity, 9but I continue my pursuit in hope that I may possess it, since I have indeed been taken possession of by Christ (Jesus). &lt;br /&gt;13 Brothers, I for my part do not consider myself to have taken possession. Just one thing: forgetting what lies behind but straining forward to what lies ahead, &lt;br /&gt;14 I continue my pursuit toward the goal, the prize of God's upward calling, in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to the man who taught me how to take up my cross and follow Christ...Happy Birthday. Thank you for loving God. Because the more you love Him, the more you were able to love us. I love you dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal here I come!!! *tambling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114561103154834657?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114561103154834657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114561103154834657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114561103154834657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114561103154834657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/04/retreat-nanaman.html' title='Retreat nanaman!!! :)'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114451404228846893</id><published>2006-04-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:34:07.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Habang pinagmamasdan kita, &lt;br /&gt;Naaamaze at natutuwa ako sa sa nakikita ko.&lt;br /&gt;Grabe ang laki na ng pinagbago mo.&lt;br /&gt;pero alam mo kaya na nagbago na din ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahintay pa kaya kita? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114451404228846893?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114451404228846893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114451404228846893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114451404228846893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114451404228846893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/04/habang-pinagmamasdan-kita-naaamaze-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114369857595194879</id><published>2006-03-30T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:35:38.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para kay Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/para%20kay%20jenny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/para%20kay%20jenny.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/para%20jay%20jenny%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/para%20jay%20jenny%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114369857595194879?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114369857595194879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114369857595194879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114369857595194879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114369857595194879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-kay-jenny.html' title='Para kay Jenny'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114294861241943675</id><published>2006-03-21T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:34:28.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after my check-up, I visited the office. Some are excited to see me. Some are deadma (yung tipong di napansin na 3 weeks ka ng di pumapasok.). Some are worried (na baka magrelaps ako or baka mahawaan sila.) Pero whatever their reaction was, I admit I miss work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I miss the morning traffic jam going to boni. I miss falling asleep on the van and waking up (by grace) before my stop.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss thinking what food I will buy for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;...I miss saying "OMF Literature good morning." and "OMF Literature good afternoon." while answering the phone.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss our morning team devotions during mon and fri. And company devotions during tues.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss using my charms so that Kuya Noel will wrap the books for me. Or for kuya Carl to get some books that I've requested in the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss the 'polly days' with Ate Kaye.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss making Kuya Jon and Kuya Nixon laugh about my silly jokes. (Grabe, ang tipid kaya nilang tumawa.)&lt;br /&gt;...I miss the morning-lunch-afternoon short chats with &lt;a href="http://nalani.blogdrive.com/"&gt;ate daph&lt;/a&gt;. And the iskul bus with K. Ed&lt;br /&gt;...I miss my "bridesmaid", &lt;a href="http://gracia.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Gracie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss entertaining Ate Gie or Ate Eve before requesting some money.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss hearing my officemates blabber about Jewel in the Palace (pramis di ako nanonood!) Or the short chats with &lt;a href="http://msbeng.blogspot.com/"&gt;A. Beng&lt;/a&gt; and sometimes with A. Yna.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss going home and hating myself for wearing high healed shoes when I have to climb the stairs in Boni. Or loving the sunset that God painted for me.&lt;br /&gt;...I miss doing events. I miss working. I miss working like there's no tomorrow (charing!) I miss doing a good job and commiting lots of mistakes just to do one. &lt;br /&gt;...I miss my messy work place. Bebs my beloved computer. My pink teddy bear and my cabinet that has plenty of junk food. (ooopss)&lt;br /&gt;...I even miss the couch at A. Bless' working area, where i usually take short naps. :) (kaya sya nahawa sakin. ;))&lt;br /&gt;...I miss the people at the accounting and warehouse telling me im getting thin...or getting fat. (hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;...I miss my boss who drives me crazy. And I miss driving him crazy. Or the fact that he will make me read my horoscope before getting into business. &lt;br /&gt;... Hay. I wanna go back to work, now na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got a surprise from &lt;a href="http://msbeng.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Beng&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/100_0545.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/100_0545.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Summer, my new roommate! Salamat ate, napasaya mo ko, sobra. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114294861241943675?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114294861241943675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114294861241943675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114294861241943675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114294861241943675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/03/missing-work.html' title='Missing work'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114277568465023971</id><published>2006-03-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:50:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 24</title><content type='html'>Remember my wishlist before I turned 24? *big smile* Although I wasn't able to get ALL of them (because I got sick) I'm happy with the results.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Attend my Bible Study group again. I've been sick for a month now so I miss these guys terribly. &lt;/strong&gt; Thankfully I was able to see these guys before I got confined in the hospital and forced to rest for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Start my driving lessons with Dad or Ian.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go out with the ex-JOY Club group. (Hobbes told me that we should have some adventure. I even suggested ghost hunting since it was the cheapest adventure we could have. watchathink huh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Whole Body Massage!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe. I got one for only Php250 in Baguio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. New pair of sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to CRIBS the orphanage that I've been visiting. (Now this depends on until when I will be having this virus.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Spend my birthday leave. (Since we had 2 events last march, I wasn't able to spend my birthday leave.)&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, yeah I got to spend my birthday leave, more than one day. I got two weeks vacation due to sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Get well and stay alive. I defnitely need to get well as soon as possible.&lt;/strong&gt; Good news (or bad for some) is that im getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/padi%27s%20point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/padi%27s%20point.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Dinner at Padi's Point Antipolo.&lt;/strong&gt; My dad, Ian, Ivan and I had dinner at Padi's Point Antipolo - my favorite place, during my birthday. The place as usual is breath taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Finish the program for the upcomming booklaunch (I know I don't have a choice but to finish this but that is not my only goal. ;))&lt;/strong&gt; We've got to finish the event and made the bosses happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.Group date. yeeeahhh. With Mark Ruffalo, Alex Compton, Piolo Pascual, Hugh Jackman, Marco Lobregat and Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;12. Photo shoot. &lt;br /&gt;13. Adobo cooked by Sir Rocha.(wish.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/jansport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/jansport.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Pink Jansport bagpack. &lt;/strong&gt; I woke up and saw this orange paper bag on my bed and guess what's inside. Yeeaaahhh baby. :) Courtesy of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Menudo cooked by Tita Fely.&lt;br /&gt;16. Pink Radio. (hehehe.) &lt;br /&gt;17. A bag full of pink stuffs. (adik.)&lt;br /&gt;18. Annual bday date with K. Ago and Christian. &lt;br /&gt;19. FEU Jacket. I wanna get ready early for the next seson of the UAAP.&lt;br /&gt;20. Spiritual Retreat. (a must have.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Ice drop with monggo&lt;/strong&gt; Actually this was the first bday wish that actually came true. But then again I wasn't allowed to eat one since I've got pneumonia. Thanks Ate Leah, you made my dream come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/naka%20wig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/naka%20wig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Make-over.&lt;/strong&gt; Like my new look? hehehe. Nah, used one of the wigs of Jennifer Sevilia that happens to be the girlfriend of a churchmate. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. Organize my files, my things &lt;br /&gt;24. Dinner and coffee with my favorite people. (Cmmon guys, you know who you are.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 9 out of 24. Not Bad huh? ...errr...did i just say 24? Oh my gosh I'm getting old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114277568465023971?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114277568465023971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114277568465023971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114277568465023971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114277568465023971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/03/turning-24_19.html' title='Turning 24'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114232818198906455</id><published>2006-03-14T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:23:02.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>sometimes there are bruises in our inner most being that not even time could heal&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its good that i could still feel the pain. It reminds me of who I am, who i was and what i want to become&lt;br /&gt;...pain, bruise, or even death are not bad things, they made us real people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114232818198906455?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114232818198906455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114232818198906455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114232818198906455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114232818198906455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114173093943992890</id><published>2006-03-07T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:28:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy para sa isang kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/k.%20aleks%20ulet.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/400/k.%20aleks%20ulet.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oo alam ko ang mga eulogy para lang sa mga patay. Pero diba masmagandang marinig mo na kung ano ang sasabihin sa yo ng mga tao bago ka pa makipag-eye ball kay San Pedro? (at sa manok niya.) &lt;br /&gt; Si Kuya aleks *luluha sa kanang mata* ayyy sobrang bait niyan. yesss showbiz. Di nga. Una kong nakilala si Kuya sa OMF Lit. OJT ako nun (kaya ang dali lang takutin.) Sabi niya siya daw ang mascot doon iirapan ko sana naalala ko OJT lang ako kaya polite laugh nalang. Nag-enjoy akong mag-OJT lalo na sa Marketing kahit hindi ako nagsasalita. (maaannn, kaya ko pla yun.) Twing 5pm na sasabihin ni kuya, "O Ivy, 5pm na ha bat nandito ka pa." Iniisip ko nun ayaw siguro nito beauty ko. Hay naku, ngayong regular na ko pag 5:30pm na at uuwi na ko sasabihin niya, "Attt bakit uuwi ka na?" Sabi ko na nga ba papasang wicked stepmother tong batang to. Sa simula lang mabait. bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt; I've been working with kuya for almost three years now. Oh my gosh 3 years? Tignan mo nga nakatagal ako. bwhahaha. Three years ko na syang boss. Sa kanya ko natutunan kung paano mag-organize ng events. And I'm beginning to be actually good at it. I know it would be a whole different story kung hindi si kuya ang nagtrain sakin. Siguro less stressful (hehehe.) Siguro less fun. Siguro less excting. Pero one thing i'm sure of, I'm blessed that it was kuya aleks who trained me. Si kuya ang sunshine ng office namin. Sa kakulitan ba naman nitong batang to. Parang may kulang pag absent siya. Lahat ng events nag-eenjoy mga tao pag sya MC, take note all age range kaya niyang pasayahin. Pambihira.&lt;br /&gt; Pero hindi lang naman yung kakulitan ni kuya yung nagda-draw ng tao sa kanya. Maganda yung heart ni kuya...as in. Naalala ko nun sabi ko dapat yung radio linalagyan ng kuryente para wala ng kukuha, sabi niya camera nalang daw para pipicturan nalang yung kukuha. Gracious diba? hahaha. Kuya Aleks has the height of Goliath and the heart of David. I always look forward sa mga kwentuhan namin about God. He never failed to inspire me to love and trust God more through his stories.  &lt;br /&gt; Si kuya, isa ito sa mga "few" na pinakikinggan ko. Pagnagbigay kasi ng advise to hindi lang advise eh. May kasamang rebuke...at saka pagmamahal. Minsan, lalo na pagnagmamadali ako tapos pag-iisipin ako ni kuya, gusto ko talaga syang tirisin ng pinong-pino. Pero pag na-iisip ko "kuya aleks means well". Sa dami ng pinagdaanan naming humps and bumps ni kuya, nakuha ko na kung nagpapaka-kuya o nagpapaka-boss siya. &lt;br /&gt; Hay, miss na kita dude sobra. Feeling ko nagwithdraw ka ngayon na-intindihan ko na. Happy birthday Kuya. I'm soooo glad na pinanganak ka. The world is a better place to live in because of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will always be your abang apprentice at baby sister. Lab you dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;yan pwede mo na akong ilibre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114173093943992890?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114173093943992890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114173093943992890&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114173093943992890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114173093943992890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/03/eulogy-para-sa-isang-kaibigan.html' title='Eulogy para sa isang kaibigan'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114075134390528627</id><published>2006-02-23T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:22:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-four (inspired by kuya ago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The count down begins.&amp;nbsp;Oh my gosh, I'll be  turning twenty four in two weeks time.&amp;nbsp;Oh sucks, oh shucks. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;Who would have thought that I&amp;nbsp;will still be single. I  remember two years ago...or three I think, the plan is to&amp;nbsp;get married  when&amp;nbsp;I reached twenty three. Well, that will come in God's perfect time.  (next year maybe? or not at all? hehehe.)&amp;nbsp;Yeeebaa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;Okay so here are twenty four things I really,  REALLY&amp;nbsp;wanna do or have before/on&amp;nbsp;my birthday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;1. Attend my Bible Study group again. I've been  sick for a month now so&amp;nbsp;I miss this guys terribly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;2. Start my driving lessons with Dad or  Ian.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;3. Go out with the ex-JOY Club  group.&amp;nbsp;(Hobbes&amp;nbsp;told me that we should&amp;nbsp;have some adventure. I even  suggested&amp;nbsp;ghost hunting since it was the cheapest adventure we could have.  watchathink huh?)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;Whole Body Massage!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;New pair of sneakers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;Go to CRIBS the orphanage that I've been  visiting. (Now this&amp;nbsp;depends on&amp;nbsp;until when I will be having this  virus.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;7. Spend my birthday leave. (Since we had 2 events  last march, I wasn't able to spend my birthday leave.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;8. Get well and stay alive.&amp;nbsp;I defnitely need  to get well as soon as possible.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;9. Dinner at Padi's Point Antipolo.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;10. Finish the program for the upcomming booklaunch  (I know I don't have a choice but to finish this but&amp;nbsp;that is not my only  goal. ;))&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;11.Group date. yeeeahhh. With Mark Ruffalo, Alex  Compton, Piolo Pascual, Hugh Jackman, Marco Lobregat and Backstreet  Boys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;12. Photo shoot. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;13. Adobo&amp;nbsp;cooked by&amp;nbsp;Sir  Rocha.(wish.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;14. Pink Jansport bagpack. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;15. Menudo cooked by Tita Fely.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;16. Pink Radio. (hehehe.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;17. A bag full of pink stuffs. (adik.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;18. Annual bday date with K. Ago and Christian.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;19. FEU Jacket. I wanna get ready early for the  next seson of the UAAP.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;20. Spiritual Retreat. (a must have.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;21. Ice drop with monggo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;22. Make-over. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;23. Organize my files, my things and my life.  bwhahaha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;24. Dinner and coffee with my favorite people.  (Cmmon guys, you know who you are.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114075134390528627?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114075134390528627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114075134390528627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114075134390528627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114075134390528627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/02/twenty-four-inspired-by-kuya-ago.html' title='Twenty-four (inspired by kuya ago)'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-114013675326712568</id><published>2006-02-16T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:39:25.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I have so much to complain about you know. Like how  much I'm getting impatient with myself for not getting well. (Yeah I've been  sick for one month now). But before I go on complaining I look back and smiled.  There's so much to be thankful for.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Thank You Lord&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For the&amp;nbsp;lunch&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;last  monday&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the 'garden'. Thank You for&amp;nbsp;clear and  blue&amp;nbsp;sky&amp;nbsp;and the clouds that are so white. Thank You even for the  wind. It was one of the few lunches where I really took time and  enjoyed.&amp;nbsp;Thank You Lord beause I can actually feel that You are with me.  That You loved the fact that I enjoyed that moment you created just for  me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For the event&amp;nbsp;that I was so worried about  because I feel my energy level&amp;nbsp;was so down. The What's For Breakfast? 2  book launch is another mark of Your&amp;nbsp;faithfulness.&amp;nbsp;Thank You because  You proved that all those who put their trust in You will never go wrong .It was  a successful event and all praises belongs to You.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For the dinner last night with Ate Glads. You  know how much I want to go out last night and thank You for providing a friend  to go with me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For my boss' trust&amp;nbsp;and patience that I  don't deserve.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For my family. For my parents who respects my  independece yet&amp;nbsp;pamper me specially in times like these. &amp;nbsp;For my  younger brothers who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;bring me so much  joy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...For not giving me everything that I've been  praying for. Thank You for answering no to some. Thank You Lord, because You  love me too much that even how much I cried You didn't gave in. Thank You for  saving me by saying no. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;...Because You are so good and forgiving. For the  love that I don't deserve yet you willingly give. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-114013675326712568?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/114013675326712568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=114013675326712568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114013675326712568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/114013675326712568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113884397917277856</id><published>2006-02-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:32:59.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambled thoughts of a voiceless delinquent gurl named bijoi</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for quite sometime now. Coughing is normal as breathing. I know I've been spreading the virus but what can I do. I tried to isolate myself for three days last week. I got plenty of rest and water and prayer and vitamins. SO WHAT"S WRONG WITH ME? Man, I'm not getting well!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My evil younger brother Ian is pestering me ever since. I think his mission statement in this lifetime is to drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ian: Ayan, kaya ka nagkakasakit kasi walang nagmamahal sayo. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;(dad, thankfully, came to the rescue)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hindi ‘no, bakit mahal naman namin si Ivy ha. &lt;br /&gt;(Thanks dad!)&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Alam niyo naman ang ibig kong sabihin. Wala ate tatanda ka ng mag-isa. Walang nagmamahal sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: WAAAHHHH!!! (took the knife and stabbed her chest….or her brother’s *evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;JOKE hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the family devo:&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Ayokong tumabi dyan kay ate may virus yan. Yack! Yack! YAAACK!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: (sinigaan ang kapatid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See evilness really runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen 2 different doctors during the week. The most recent told me that I should rest my voice and that I’m NOT ALLOWED to talk. I almost laughed out loud. Is he crazy? Talking is my life! (hehe OA.) Although I’m having a hard time to obey the rule, I make sure that I talk just when needed. A very good friend of mine even seems to agree…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OO ginagamit mo nalang yang boses mo sa pang-ookray at pang-aapi.” My friend said. After telling him that he could replace Ai-ai in her role for Tanging Ina. I almost said, “Eh pambihira diba ganito ang love language natin? Importante sakin yun no!”. But then again I remembered I’m not allowed to talk so I shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to get impatient with myself. I haven’t been performing well at work. And I have trouble getting enough sleep at night that means having trouble waking up in the morning due to my cough and it’s been a few days now. But then again I don’t want to miss this opportunity to trust God. I have two events coming up this month. And my mind is actually panicking. But then my soul chooses to trust. I didn’t want to get sick, but I know that even if I am God will work in me. The outcome of these two events might not be the result that I expected but I know that God is control and that He’ll do what He pleases. God is good and whatever the result of these two events, will not make me think otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113884397917277856?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113884397917277856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113884397917277856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113884397917277856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113884397917277856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/02/rambled-thoughts-of-voiceless.html' title='Rambled thoughts of a voiceless delinquent gurl named bijoi'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113809498457520699</id><published>2006-01-24T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:29:44.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Hay...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;whatever happend to us?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;*sighs*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113809498457520699?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113809498457520699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113809498457520699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113809498457520699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113809498457520699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/hay.html' title='hay'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113773742578117673</id><published>2006-01-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:10:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>Bij.. two things&lt;br /&gt;...you have to shape up or just quit.&lt;br /&gt;plus after missing that backstreet boys concert you have to treat yourself and watch the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Family Stone&lt;br /&gt;2. Zathura&lt;br /&gt;3. Little Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;4. yes.. Don't Give Up on Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do something about it. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who wants to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113773742578117673?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113773742578117673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113773742578117673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113773742578117673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113773742578117673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113757669632517542</id><published>2006-01-18T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:23:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I was in&amp;nbsp;third year high school then,  when&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;fell inlove with theater. My mom and I went to see Trumpet's  &lt;EM&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/EM&gt;. I thought the the story was like  that of Dorothy's adventure to&amp;nbsp;'follow the yellow brick road'. I was wrong.  It was&amp;nbsp;MORE than that. Now that I'm working at the largest&amp;nbsp;Christian  publishing company&amp;nbsp;in the Phil., I've&amp;nbsp;learned that C.S. Lewis (the  author of The Chronicles of Narnia) is one of the&amp;nbsp;'big guys' when it comes  to faith. His writings are profound and deep. So&amp;nbsp;when I read&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;The  Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/EM&gt; I began to&amp;nbsp;understand that the story  behind the&amp;nbsp;play that I saw&amp;nbsp;years ago is more than a children's  story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Last night, K. Aleks, Gracia and I watched the  movie. Although, I was quite dissapointed at first because everybody has  already&amp;nbsp;watched it, (they were even telling me that Narnia part 2 is  already showing) I am more than excited to enter that wardrobe once again.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I will not bother you with the deatails on how we  laughed at Susan who looks like a lady guard when she entered Narnia. Or on how  we thought that Mr. Tumnus is inlove with Lucy. I guess what strucked me is the  mixed emotions I have for&amp;nbsp;Edmund. He was naive, a liar, selfish, ambitious  but repentant Pevensiv brother. I hate him because he was the cause of the war  in the first place. I despise him for betraying his family. I am angry at him  because&amp;nbsp;Aslan needs to die beause of him.&amp;nbsp;But I feel compassion for  him because he&amp;nbsp;almost died&amp;nbsp;just to get that freaking Turkish  delight.&amp;nbsp;I feel close to him because he is so much like me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;As much as I want to be like Peter who keeps his  promises no matter what the cost is. Or Susan who is always cautious if they  will get into trouble or not. Or Lucy who's my epitome of child-like faith. Fact  is I am like Edmund...a lot like him. I am lost,&amp;nbsp;naive, selfish and  ambitious. And I need an Aslan to&amp;nbsp;save me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The Lion,&amp;nbsp;the Witch and the  Wardrobe&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;reminded me of the heart of the&amp;nbsp;Gospel. On how Jesus,  blameless and holy,&amp;nbsp;died for someone like me. It reminded me of this  truth&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I often tend to take forgranted.&amp;nbsp;The first time I saw  how Aslan died (the play), I cried...then I read the book and cried on that  part...and watched the movie, guess what I cried again. I know I'm a cry baby,  but I guess one of the many reasons is that I&amp;nbsp;see Aslan dying not for  Edmund but for me. I see Jesus dying to pay for my sins.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;K. Aleks, who was seated beside me keeps on  pointing the story within the story. Like how the wolf is&amp;nbsp;saying that Peter  is not a king is like Satan telling us lies that we are not God's children. Like  Santa's gift to Lucy&amp;nbsp;(the potion that could heal) and to Susan (the horn  which she could blow if she needs help) are like promises of God; healing and  help in times of need.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Alot of things to think about, I know. But I need  that, to be constantly reminded of the Truth...that Someone died for me so I  could live. That even there is no hope, it is still worth hoping because we know  that it will be a happy ending.&amp;nbsp;That Jesus already showed us victory when  He died and rose again from the cross. That God might not be safe nor can be  tamed but is good. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;No I'm not perfect (and I love&amp;nbsp;being one) and  God&amp;nbsp;is constantly saving me from&amp;nbsp;myself. But I am&amp;nbsp;redeemed, loved  and saved. And yes I will have a happy ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I think I'll have a lion instead of chow-chow.  hehehe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113757669632517542?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113757669632517542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113757669632517542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113757669632517542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113757669632517542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/beyond-wardrobe.html' title='Beyond the Wardrobe'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113713807272280440</id><published>2006-01-12T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:41:12.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/Img_8675.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/Img_8675.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think I was a year or 2 when this picture was taken.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/P1010014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/P1010014.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Taken 2 years ago during Ukay Bookay sa Panagbenga at Baguio. Actually I forced K. Nixon to take this shot. hehehe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113713807272280440?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113713807272280440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113713807272280440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113713807272280440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113713807272280440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the difference'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113705158270206446</id><published>2006-01-11T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:08:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I've learned/realized last year.</title><content type='html'>1. That the passion I should have for sharing the gospel should be like that of the passion I have for collecting stickers from Starbucks to get that freaking planner. &lt;br /&gt;2. That the older you get, the fun it is to hang out with your brothers.&lt;br /&gt;3. That "what's your best seller" is the 'safest' answer to order food in a new restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;4. That instead of dwelling on my hurts and my rights, giving more and loving more is the best way to get healed.&lt;br /&gt;5. That hearing the CEO of your company sings happy brithday, mind you, sings solo, to you is cooler than recieving a gift from him.&lt;br /&gt;6. That loving a person is indeed means setting him/her free.&lt;br /&gt;7. That no matter how bad the things you did, you should tell it to someone.  &lt;br /&gt;8. That letting go and entrusting things beyond your control to God is less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;9. That even if you thought you have plenty of friends, true friends are like jewels, they are rare and few and they shine the most when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;10. That one big hug is much better than pringels and pepsi twist.&lt;br /&gt;11. That the trek to and from Batad is like Christian life. &lt;br /&gt;12. That I terribly miss IVCF. &lt;br /&gt;13. That I actually want a dog. (a chow-chow!)&lt;br /&gt;14. That people change. The person that you know as fun, lovable and forgiving could be the same cold, heartless, unforgiving, inconsiderate, unsympathetic person. &lt;br /&gt;15. That nevertheless love them anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;16. That love is a choice. Bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;17. That God might not be safe but He is really good.&lt;br /&gt;18. That forgiving other people is easier than forgiving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;19. That the only way to go is "up" (right yen?)&lt;br /&gt;20. That dawn and dusk could be as beautiful as sunrise and sunset.&lt;br /&gt;21. That arcade, isaw, coke in can, long walks (less the high-heeled shoes), cool breeze, raindrops, sorbetes (na nasa matamis na apa), sound of kid's laughter, curly tops, tissue paper and water are best things in life.&lt;br /&gt;22. That even if your face got to be printed on a book's cover, it will not change your insecurities. &lt;br /&gt;23. That sometimes silence means I love you. (Creepy 'no, but true.)&lt;br /&gt;24. That I looked beautiful when I'm using my talents for God. (for comments text 2299. hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;25. That when I grow up I wanna be like A. Beng, Tita Nory, Ninang Vi and my mom. &lt;br /&gt;26. That I wanna be a supermodel, (biggggg) events coordinator, a scriptwriter, a play director, a good wife and mom, an MA grad, teacher and a reckless driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113705158270206446?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113705158270206446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113705158270206446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113705158270206446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113705158270206446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-ive-learnedrealized-last.html' title='Things that I&apos;ve learned/realized last year.'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113679118456193312</id><published>2006-01-08T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:59:29.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Borja sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/bijoi%20%26%20mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/bijoi%20%26%20mae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae, you’re one of my “treasures”.  Thank you for being a good friend. Thank you for the times you’ve said things I don’t want to but need to hear. Although we’ve missed our UP day last year, I know that you’ve been praying for me. Love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/jenny%20%26%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/jenny%20%26%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, I’m blessed to be one of your “ates”.  I’ve seen how you’ve been using your talents for the Lord. You have a gift to touch people’s lives. Jen, you are beautiful inside out, don’t you forget that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLS!!! *Big hug!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113679118456193312?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113679118456193312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113679118456193312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113679118456193312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113679118456193312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-borja-sisters.html' title='To the Borja sisters'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113612415418744046</id><published>2006-01-01T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:02:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/happy%20new%20year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/happy%20new%20year.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! *BIG HUG!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113612415418744046?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113612415418744046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113612415418744046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113612415418744046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113612415418744046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113544600110499430</id><published>2005-12-24T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T09:40:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years of God's Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/family%20pic%20-%20blurred.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/family%20pic%20-%20blurred.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Ivan, me, Mom, Dad and Ian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, while having coffee at Starbucks and blabbering about my non-exsistent love life, dad shared one of his wishes. A silver wedding anniversary. I laughed and said, "25 years na kayong magkasama? yaaacckk!" He looked hurt at first but when he saw that it was meant to be a joke, he actually laughed with me. Cool no? So yeah I helped him with the preparations. May gimik pa nga dapat kami na day before the wedding/affirmation magpro-propose ulit siya kay mom. (seee I could be a good script writer ng telenovelas! hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/wed%20-%20mega%20ngiti.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/wed%20-%20mega%20ngiti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Entourage...san ka ba naman makakakita na nagsisigawan ang tao ng "yeeeessss" habang nagmamarch. No wonder ganyan ang ngiti ko. Feeling red carpet!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heniway, it seems that God has other plans. Ang nakakatuwa kahit rough road ang dadaanan mo pag God's will talaga, mangyayari at mangyayari din. Now if you want your faith to be really tested...magset ka ng wedding sa garden. Haha. Muntik talaga akong ma-iyak. Ang dilim ng clouds tapos nung hapon medyo umaambon na. I silently prayed, "Lord, You've taken us this far. So Father, if You could please hold the rain for me. Pero kung di po pwede, help me and my family to enjoy the occassion nevertheless." Grabe talaga buong gabi, kahit wala kang makikitang stars, ni patak ng ulan wala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/wed%20-%20solo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/wed%20-%20solo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That's me with the famous Iking Tan. Nakikita niyo bang may taga-hawak ako ng lyrics? Sa sobrang nerbyos di ko mahawakan yung song sheet! Thanks gracie!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happend that night that made me realize one thing... God is indeed trustworthy. Things beyond my control katulad ng weather, o yung gown ko na muntik ng di umabot sa occassion o yung pagkapaos ng ka-duet ko *wink, wink* are in God's hands. I could trust or mabad trip at ma-miss ang whole point. I chose trust at sobra-sobra ang pinakita sakin ni God how He's being glorified. (feeling ko talaga ang ganda nung boses ko sa mic na yun!)Ang galing, galing I could feel God's smiling at us. Sobrang nag-ooverflow yung love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/wed%20-%20pasaway.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/wed%20-%20pasaway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My OMF Lit Barkada: Gracie, A. Glads, K. Arnold, A. Daph at ang twin brother ko si Iking Tan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to sleep my mom hugged me and said, "Grabe no nagamit mo talaga yung ministry mo sa OMF Lit sa events dun sa program no?" I can only bow down and say, "Lord, ang galing mo talaga. All praises belongs to You and You alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/wed%20-%20pacute.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/wed%20-%20pacute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ang pa-cute na coordinator.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113544600110499430?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113544600110499430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113544600110499430&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113544600110499430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113544600110499430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/12/25-years-of-gods-faithfulness.html' title='25 years of God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113523255701974786</id><published>2005-12-21T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:22:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Dawn</title><content type='html'>Noong una kong marinig itong song na to, muntik na akong ma-iyak. pambihira. Ang ganda, ganda, ganda! Kaya di ko mapigilan ang sarili kong iparinig sa lahat ng taong kakilala ko (parang gospel. hahaha!) Last wednesday, during my parents' 25th annivesary isa ito sa mga kinanta ko. Aba, teary-eyed ang mga tao. Kaya para sa lahat ng humihingi ng lyrics, para sa mga magulang ko, para sa lahat ng lovers *wink, wink* bago man o hindi, ito ang para sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Cheryl Borsoto&lt;br /&gt;Music: Reev Robledo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days&lt;br /&gt;The cool wind on my face&lt;br /&gt;With the scent of December dawn&lt;br /&gt;Old feelings are reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might have been&lt;br /&gt;Oh those pictures of unfinished dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to all those years&lt;br /&gt;Of Christmases without you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 1:&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the bright morning star&lt;br /&gt;I know that this year I'll be where you are&lt;br /&gt;With a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;A new love will start&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainties fade&lt;br /&gt;A special Christmas we'll make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no gift would be more perfect&lt;br /&gt;More perfect than you&lt;br /&gt;You're the only wish I pray for&lt;br /&gt;I pray would come true&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to wake up&lt;br /&gt;To a new December dawn&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;From this Christmas on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the chance&lt;br /&gt;To embrace you as we dance&lt;br /&gt;Slowly to a Yuletide tune&lt;br /&gt;Under the twilight moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wondering&lt;br /&gt;As your love completes my dream&lt;br /&gt;I look on to the coming years&lt;br /&gt;Of Christmases I'll have you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 2:&lt;br /&gt;Smiling up at the bright Christmas star&lt;br /&gt;And I am thanking God&lt;br /&gt;I am where you are&lt;br /&gt;This passion never ends&lt;br /&gt;And forever I'll spend&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the faith&lt;br /&gt;Of this love that we make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;In each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;We share a long embrace&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;For the sweetest kiss we will make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;yung mga nagrerequest ng mp3 itatanong ko muna sa gumawa ng kanta ha. &lt;br /&gt;Kay k. Reev at kay ate(?)Cheryl gawa pa kayo ng ganitong uri ng kanta! Bow ako grabe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113523255701974786?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113523255701974786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113523255701974786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113523255701974786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113523255701974786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-dawn.html' title='December Dawn'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113452845084567476</id><published>2005-12-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:47:30.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sayo</title><content type='html'>Hay, miss na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo ikaw. Miss ko na yung mga bonding moments natin. Mula sa mga bloopers sa mrt, hangang sa mga bagay-bagay na tinuturo satin ni God. Hindi ba masyado tayong excited na magkwentuhan. Ikaw nga ang isa sa mga dahilan kung bakit ako nagpalit from Smart to Globe eh. Hay, Naalala mo ba nung una tayong nagkakilala? Malamang hindi na, pano ba naman parang since birth kasama na kita. Remember sa podium yun? Ang mahal nga ng bill pero okay lang, umuwi tayong hindi namamalayan na yun pala ang simula ng friendship natin. Naalala mo ba may friendship band pa tayo nun? Alam ko naman na hindi sa symbol based ang friendship pero sobrang proud tayo kasi pareho tayong may ganoon. Miss ko na yung mga dinner at kapihan natin. Yung forever na palakasan ng tawanan. Pano ba naman pareho tayong malakas tumawa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro isa sa mga natuwa ako yung una kitang narinig kumanta. Aba ang bata, lahat yata ng nota may kulot. At lahat ng kwento ko, aba tinatawanan mo. Pambihira. Naalala mo ba yung gumagawa ka ng sort-of na avp para sa birthday ko? Pambihira, lahat yata ng bumati dun hindi ko kilala. Pero tuwa ako at yung crush ko napabati mo. Isa rin sigurong factor ng friendship natin ay pareho tayo ng kurso. Kaya nga ikaw ang ginawa kong Darnini eh, game ka palagi. Hindi mo lang alam (o maaring alam mo) sobrang bilib ako sayo, ang galing mo kasing mag-alaga eh. Ramdam na ramdam ko na mahal mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuyyyyy, wala pa tayong bagong twin shirt ngayong taon ha! May Kontrabida na tayo at Gorgeous ano bang susunod....Wala na rin kasi tayong masyadong oras pareho para magshopping. Funny thing, tayo pa eh adik tayo pareho. Pano kasi either may BS ako o may lakad ako o wala akong pera. Sad no. Miss ko na din yung time na nagbobonding tayo sa kwarto mo hanggang makatulog tayo. Grabe no parang kailan lang nakahiga tayo sa sand ng Boracay at iniiyak ko sayo lahat ng kapalpakan ko. Nandun ka pagkailangan ko ng makikinig. Nandun ka din pag kailangan ko ng maninigaw. Hay, na-alala mo ba nung hindi ako matigil sa pag-iyak at binigyan mo ako ng pringles at pepsi twist. Grabe first time yun ha! Pero ang nagpatahan talaga sakin nun hindi lang yung pringles at pepsi twist, dahil din  yun yung first time mo akong hinug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-iingit nga ako sa mga kapatid mo e. Meron silang katulad mo. Kahit pareho tayong sanguine-choleric natutuwa ako dahil matanda ka sakin. atleast yung mga dinadaanan ko nadaanan mo na. Hay remember nung gusto mo akong sapakin kasi nagpapaka-shallow ako? Nasasabi ko sayo yung totoong iniisip ko. Ikaw yung nakakakita ng kilig at inis moments ko. Hangang ngayon pag naririnig ko yung "Why do birds suddenly appear" ikaw pa din ang na-aalala ko. Dapat nga diba iboblog ko si Shaider kaya lang muntik na akong hindi makalabas ng buhay. Alam mo ba na akala ko magkakahiwalay na tayo. Buti nalang yung love na nararamdaman natin ay galing kay Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na din mga curly tops mo. Di ba tuwing nasasad ako, curly tops ang pantapat mo? Naalala mo ba nung birthday ko din oras-oras pumapasok ka sa room namin para sumigaw ng surprise? Eh yung nagtrek tayo sa Batad tapos nung pa-uwi na ikaw na nagcarry ng bag ko dahil bigat na bigat ako sa sarili ko. hehehe. Amazing nga kasi ikaw na may dala ng bag ko, minu-minuto pa may wild flowers pa ako from you. Naalala mo ba nung nagpakitang gilas si God nung nawala ko yung concert ticket ni Pam G.? Worried na worried ako dahil baka mahirapan tayo pumasok pero pagbalik natin dun sa pinagkahulugan nung ticket...aba nandun padin! Nandun ka din nung sinagot ako ni God ng no sa isa sa mga prayers ko. Hindi mo ako pinag-explain, hinayaan mo lang akong umiyak. Pero ramdam ko na umiiyak ka din kasama ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala mo siguro hindi kita ma-mimiss kasi naman halos araw-araw tayong magkasama. Pero kasi, miss ko na yung halakhak mo. Alam mo ba na may 5 kinds ka ng laugh? (yeeessss.) Pero ang pinakamiss ko yung BWAHAHAHA laugh mo pag magkasama tayo. Grabe ang lalim nadin ng friendship natin no? Dati puro tawanan lang, ngayon bati bad things pwede na nating pag-usapan. Dati laging feeling ko against ka sakin, ngayon alam kong kahit bad sa tingin ko, you mean well. Na-alala mo yung taktak session natin sa Figaro? Yung pagod na akong mag-isip pero alam mong I need it so kahit na-iinis ako tinataktak mo pabaliktad yung utak ko? Dati din ayaw mo ng hinuhug ka, aba ngayon umaabuso! hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa mga wishes ko nung bata pa ako ay matandang kapatid, gudlak sa wish diba? Pero binigay yun ni God, hindi nga lang biological. hehehe. Nakita ko yun sayo. Ikaw na nakakaalam ng magpapasaya sakin. Ikaw na nakakaalam when I mean it or not pag sinasabi kong okay lang. Ikaw na nag-iinspire sakin to be Christ like and to always take up my cross and follow Him no matter what the cost is. Ikaw na umiiyak ng mga luha na di ko malabas. Lumalaban pag pagod na ko. Kinikilig pag may nagpapacute sakin, o pagnakasalubong natin yung crush ko sa session road. Ikaw na nagbabantay sakin kung masasaktan ako. Ikaw na sumusuporta sa lahat ng events ko at proud na proud kapag nakikita mong ginagamit ko yung talents ko to the fullest. Bakit kaya hindi kita naging magulang no? hehehe. Nakita mo yung pagpapasaway ko hanggang yung pagsurrender ko kay God sa mga bagay-bagay. Nakita mo rin ako nung payat pa ako (waaaah!). Ikaw na naniniwalang pwede akong sumali sa Bb. Pilipinas kahit na maliit ako (at mataba na ngayon.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay sobrang miss na kita. Kahit halos araw-araw kasama kita namimiss talaga kita. Pano ba naman dami ng nagbago. May maganda...may hindi masyadong maganda. Pero sana kahit na madaming nagbago maging part ka padin ng mga kweto ko...ng life ko. Sana yung friendship na nasimulan natin sa poduim umabot hanggang sa Golden Acres. Sana someday kahit hindi na tayo araw-araw nagkikita may security padin na nandyan tayo para sa isa't-isa. Grabe miss talaga kita (last na to pramis). Lalo na ngayon magChi-Christmas na. Sana kahit hindi kita makasama, maging masaya ka. Basta pagkailangan mo ko kahit Davao pa yan o Pamapanga....aaaa....eee....tatawag ako sayo. hehehe. Pero pag QC lang o Pasay o Pasig, sige kape tayo! (libre mo!) Uyyyy basta ha enjoy mo yung vacation. Magrest kang mabuti. Alam ko namang napagod ka sa year na ito eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala nasabi ko na ba sayong mahal kita very much? *tsup, tsup* (hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang iyong bunso,&lt;br /&gt;bijoigorgus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113452845084567476?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113452845084567476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113452845084567476&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113452845084567476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113452845084567476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-sayo.html' title='Para sayo'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113289423353383271</id><published>2005-11-24T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:50:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Goal at wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Two mondays ago, our topic during our Bible Study  at IVPM (monday group) is faith goal, what we want to achieve before the year  ends. This made me think,&amp;nbsp;one more month and we'll be entering to another  year!&amp;nbsp;(Whaaaa di pa ako ready mag 2006!) The question is, what is this one  thing you really, really want&amp;nbsp;God to give you before this year  ends.&amp;nbsp;So my groupmates answered one by one.&amp;nbsp;Then my turn  came.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;(Warning: I really can't remember the exact words  but the conversation is like this.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoi: ahhmmmm...God's favor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Groupmates (Sina A. Faith, K. Bryan, Lani, A.  Grace): wala madaya masyadong profound.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoi: Time first muna, mag-eexplain ako. Last year  kasi, the year ended na hindi ko naramdaman si God. I felt I accomplished many  things&amp;nbsp;depending on my own strength and resources. Sobrang I&amp;nbsp;didn't  feel that God's with me. I felt so all alone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;K. Jun: Ahhhh Boyfriend naman pala&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoi: uyyy hindi pramis. God's favor. Yun na  yun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;K. Jun: Eh alone eh,&amp;nbsp;boyfriend nga  yun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoi: (dito magfrifreak out si bijoi. hehehe)  Hindi nga kuya pramis. God's favor talaga. gusto kong maramdaman na right yung  heart ko with God.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;K. Reev: Ahh hindi&amp;nbsp;boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;Basta, Ivy  not alone anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoi: Hanep sa wordings, ano ngang course mo ulit?  You can do better than that kuya.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;K. Reev: okay, Ivy...boyfriend.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I really can't remember how the conversation ended,  what I can remember though is that we were arguing&amp;nbsp;for like an hour.  Hahaha. Ang kulet! But yeah I admit it made me think what do I really want  before the year ends. What can make me smile and say this year ended with God's  favor? Since I'm 23 years old, I listed 23 things that I wanna have before this  year ends. (one month nalang!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Bijoiski's wishlist:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;1. An unforgettable, nice, sweet&amp;nbsp;and intimate  wedding (renewal of vows) for my parents.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;2. Good grades for my younger brother Ian who'll be  graduating (hopefully) this March.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;3. Bonding date with my younger brother Ivan. (This  MUST include the ff: arcade, movie and lots of junkfoods!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;4. Out of town with my 2 bestest friend-counsins  Ate Jack and Ate Jean.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;Gimmik with my Joy Club&amp;nbsp;small group  (these are the young people I handle in church).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;Builders (ex-joy clubbers) Day! (Twas  suppose to start last year Dec. 29 right?)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;7. Long Vacation for Ninang Vi. (Man she deserves  it.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;8. Honeymoon (ulet!!!) for my discipler Tita Nory  and Ptr. Dave.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;9. Retreat&amp;nbsp;for K. Aleks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;Favor for A. Glads.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;11. Love life for Bracie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;Happiness and deeper joy&amp;nbsp;for Ate  Daph&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;13. Love life for fresh Milk. *mwah* hehehe. yung  serious,&amp;nbsp;peace for K. Arnold.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;14. Coffee date with Riz.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;15. Photo shoot (ako naman ang photographer this  time)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;16. Christmas Party at CRIBS (an orphanage in  Marikina)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;17. Swimming lessons&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;18. Driving lessons with Dad or Ian&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;19. Manila Film Fest marathon with K.  Ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;20. Guitar/Piano lessons&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;21.&amp;nbsp;Oppurtunity to win atleast 1 life to  Christ.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;22. Date with *wink, wink*. (kahit walang malisya  at friendly gimik lang. hahaha.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;23. Happy, peaceful and meaningful&amp;nbsp;Christmas  for everyone (pramis)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;You might be wondering why I wished for someone  else. You see, these people are people whom I love most. Seeing them happy makes  me&amp;nbsp;smile. So there you go. Tignan nga natin kung sa 23ng ito ilan ang  masasagot. ;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113289423353383271?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113289423353383271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113289423353383271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113289423353383271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113289423353383271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/11/faith-goal-at-wishlist.html' title='Faith Goal at wishlist'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113229732436777063</id><published>2005-11-17T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:02:04.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quote 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Love sees what others often cannot see. It looks not simply at the outer  person, with its beauty or lack thereof. It looks at the inner person and sees  its potentiality, and its woundedness. And in seeing does not flee or attempt to  remake the other. But it stays long enough to be close, to care, and to  empower&lt;/FONT&gt;. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;- Whispers from the edge of eternity - &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;P.S. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;At dito magshu-shut up si Bijoi. hehehe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113229732436777063?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113229732436777063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113229732436777063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113229732436777063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113229732436777063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/11/quotable-quote-2.html' title='Quotable Quote 2'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113212548281636350</id><published>2005-11-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:18:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTING WATERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;JUST FRIENDS ?!?!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If my sources are correct, the following  scenario is played out frequently among the world of singles.&amp;nbsp; It happens  on both sides of the gender line, but allow me to talk about it from my own  female perspective.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;A man meets a woman and begins to show interest in her.&amp;nbsp;  He asks her to spend time with him on a regular basis:&amp;nbsp; malling, hiking,  watching videos. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;He calls her at least once a week just to talk.&amp;nbsp; He  begins telling her about the deeper things in his heart and invites her to share  at this level as well.&amp;nbsp; He sends her mushy "friendship" cards and TXT msgs  and tells her that she means a great deal to him.&amp;nbsp; He may become a little  affectionate: the hugs begin to linger.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial&gt;The relationship has been defined as friendship, if it has been  defined at all.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But after all this special attention, the woman is  definitely feeling more. So she asks the guy what's going on.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To her  surprise, he does a quick-about face.&amp;nbsp; He insists they are just  friends.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After that, he avoids her, leaving her hurt and  bewildered.&amp;nbsp; She feels REJECTED - she has lost not only a romantic interest  (she thought) but worse, a close and trusted friend.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And she feels  STUPID.&amp;nbsp; Did she really misread all those signals?&amp;nbsp; After I  experienced this as a single woman, I asked my friend "JOE" to help me  understand why guys do this.&amp;nbsp; After I told him my woeful tale, he said, "I  did that to somebody once."&amp;nbsp; "What?&amp;nbsp; Why would you ever do such a  thing?" I asked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "We were getting too close, and it scared me," he  said.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This helped me understand why the "JUST FRIENDS" syndrome is so  widespread.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A guy wants to know a girl, but without the pressure of  dating.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So he spends a lot of time with her, treating her in many ways  like a girlfriend but defining the relationship as friends.&amp;nbsp; This way, if  it begins to look like there's no future in the relationship, or he's not&amp;nbsp;  ready to "get serious", he can back away with no messy breakup.&amp;nbsp; It sounds  like a nice arrangement -for the guy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But that approach can be a problem  for the woman.&amp;nbsp; If a man tells a woman he just wants to "be friends" but he  treats her like it's more than friendship, she will believe his behavior instead  of his words.&amp;nbsp; It sets her up for a big disappointment.&amp;nbsp; Or if he  invokes the "just friends" mantra after being asked about the nature of the  relationship, but the promptly begins to distance himself from the friendship,  again, his actions do not match his words.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He may think he's sparing her  feelings by avoiding a breakup.&amp;nbsp; But by defining the relationship as  friendship, he hurts her even more deeply when he disappears.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A  dating relationship comes with certain risks.&amp;nbsp; But she expects a friendship  - especially such a close one - to continue.&amp;nbsp; Think about it this way : A  broken dating relationship says only " I don't want to marry you" ; a broken  friendship says to her, "I don't want/value you on any  level."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Taking a woman down this path violates two scriptural  principles. First, it's dishonest.&amp;nbsp; The apostle Paul said that it was the  way of the world - not of a godly man - to say "yes, yes" and "no, no" in the  same breath (2 Cor. 1:17).&amp;nbsp; A man of integrity will call a relationship  what it is.&amp;nbsp; Second, it is not kind or loving.&amp;nbsp; The "just friends"  approach may be safer for the guy, but it is&lt;BR&gt;harmful to the woman.In effect,  he is asking her for the rewards of a dating relationship - companionship,  emotional intimacy, even affection - without the responsibility.&amp;nbsp; He is  playing with her heart, and her heart will surely get  B-R-O-K-E-N.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But what if a guy does only want to be friends -- or  wants to develop a friendship before he decides to date?&amp;nbsp; It's pretty  simple.&amp;nbsp; He treats the woman like all his other friends.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't  spend more time with her or call her more often than he does to his other  friends.&amp;nbsp; He usually invites other people along when he gets together with  her.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't pick up the tab when just the two of them go out.&amp;nbsp; He  avoids compliments that might communicate she is "special"&amp;nbsp; to him.&amp;nbsp;  He lets her know he spends time with other women.&amp;nbsp; He's extremely careful  about showing&amp;nbsp;any physical affection - even playful shoves or hugs.&amp;nbsp;  If, after getting to know her from a safe emotional distance, he wants a deeper  relationship, he tells her that he wants to date her.&amp;nbsp; What if you are not  thinking about more than friendship, but she asks about your intentions?&amp;nbsp;  Tell her you appreciate her friendship, but be honest about where you  are.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Above all, though it may be awkward for a while, continue to be her  friend.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Years ago, I began to be attracted to a male friend.&amp;nbsp; Though  I hadn't&amp;nbsp; really been getting any signals that he was interested in me, I  knew it would help settle my emotions to hear it from him.&amp;nbsp; I asked.&amp;nbsp;  He affirmed me as a person but told me gently - but clearly - that he thought of  me only as a friend.&amp;nbsp; And then he did a wonderful thing.&amp;nbsp; He kept  being my friend.&amp;nbsp; Though it hurt a little to learn I wasn't attractive to  him in that way, it helped to know he still valued me and wanted me  around.&amp;nbsp; This was nearly 15 years ago, and though we have both moved to  different states and&amp;nbsp;married, we are friends to this day.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Women can  be great friends.&amp;nbsp; But guys, unless you are ready for a dating  relationship, please be careful to treat us "as sisters, with absolute purity"  (1 Tim. 5:2),not as girlfriends, nor as something in between.&amp;nbsp; Your honesty  - with yourself and with us - will be pleasing to the Lord, and prevent hurtful  confusion for yourself and others.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;-  Author Unknown - &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113212548281636350?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113212548281636350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113212548281636350&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113212548281636350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113212548281636350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/11/testing-waters.html' title='TESTING WATERS'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-113085310136881552</id><published>2005-11-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:51:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding with my li'l bro</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a blast. While my parents were having a date at gold's gym, me and my younger brother Ian planned to watched Zorro. But he changed his mind, kain nalang daw kami. Hay what's with men and food? hehehe. While eating at Shakey's I can't help but smile. Me and Ian actually talking like adults (yaaackkk!) hehehe. Our conversation is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijoiski: Ian tingin mo ba tatanda akong dalaga?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Hindi no.&lt;br /&gt;Bijoiski: At pano mo nasabi?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Ano ka ba ate, di bagay sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijoiski: Maganda ba ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Oo naman kapatid kita eh.&lt;br /&gt;(both laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Bijoiski: di nga. pambihira. yung seryoso.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Oo nga maganda ka. Maganda yung smile mo ate. Kaya dapat lagi kang nakangiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually believe people when they tell me that I look good or that I'm beautiful. Feeling ko laging may punchline. But for the first time I actually believed that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, yeah we're adults na nga. Dati ang bonding namin, sapakan at suntukan. Ngayon pagbonding, masmarami na ang tawanan, kulitan at serious talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, ulit we're adults na. (yaaaacccckk! hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-113085310136881552?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/113085310136881552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=113085310136881552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113085310136881552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/113085310136881552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/11/bonding-with-my-lil-bro.html' title='Bonding with my li&apos;l bro'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112895684963381086</id><published>2005-10-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:19:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Something good "might" or "could" happen. Ngunit, Subalit, Datapwat, tama si ate Daph...duwag ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112895684963381086?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112895684963381086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112895684963381086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112895684963381086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112895684963381086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112816612684856232</id><published>2005-10-01T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:00:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Windows of the soul is a way of seeing that begins with respect. The  way we show respect is to give it a second look, a look not of the eyes but of  the heart. But so often we don't give something a second look because we don't  think there is anything to see.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Ken Gire&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Windows of the Soul&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;During our Bible Study last monday, Kuya Bryan asked us to list things  that we felt during the day, and the things that we are thankful for. Writing  things I've felt seems to be too easy but things I am thankful for, now since my  day is kinda ordinary (you know, the sleep-wake-up-eat-work-and-so-on day), is  quite hard. Then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;I've realized that the things&amp;nbsp;I should be thankful for should not  always be significant. Not "one time, big time". For as the song goes&amp;nbsp;"good  things come from small packages."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Bijoi's&amp;nbsp;list (&lt;EM&gt;at random&lt;/EM&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That I am able to wake-up&amp;nbsp;in the shuttle before going  down to Boni.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For Ate Glady's presence (parang multo hehehe.) during my  P&amp;amp;W leading at SBC last Sunday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That my mom and dad are well and the laughter (literally)  that we share in our family.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That I am able to attend the Bible Study last  monday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The laughter and joy God gave me and my officemates during  work. It makes the work alot easier.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A new discipler-tita-friend I found in Tita Nory. I've  been praying for one since last year!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How God painted the sunset few days ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the 'ber month' breeze every  morning.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The new OMFLit building God will provide.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;10. For the company's trust, in every single event which I coordinate,  that I don't deserve.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;11. For Morena's (an IVCF member of UST) friendship. Our  not-so-accidental meeting&amp;nbsp;last wednesday is indeed a  blessing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;12. For daddy Eric, the new P-exman.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;13. The Mang Jimmy's trip with some of my officemates last Wed  night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;14. Bonding moment with Hobbes night before I led the Praise and  Worship.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;God's grace, faithfulness, love and mercy that is new every  morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;It's not really hard looking for something/someone to be thankful about  after all!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112816612684856232?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112816612684856232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112816612684856232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112816612684856232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112816612684856232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/10/eyes-to-see.html' title='Eyes to see'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112627409147877533</id><published>2005-09-09T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T06:57:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you Jao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/i%20lab%20u%20jao%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/i%20lab%20u%20jao%2021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago I read a friend's blog saying one of her celeb crushes is Jao Mapa (I must admit this guy is really cute.) I commented on her tag board, &lt;em&gt;E di ba ang crush mo si Eric Fructuso?&lt;/em&gt; That made me smile the whole day. I mean this friend is quite sophisticated to have crush with a local celeb. Anyway, last Wednesday while people are rallying at EDSA, I together with my boss-friend K. Aleks, A. Gladys, A. Analyn and K. Jon were having dinner at Shakey's at the so-called boring mall, saw Jao! hehehe. (may batang na-iingit!) As much as I would like to take pictures with this cute guy, he looks as if he want people to leave him alone, so yeah this is our attempt to take picture with him. Cool huh? To my friend, sorry dude next time pramis kami naman ang nakatalikod siya naman ang nakaharap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112627409147877533?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112627409147877533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112627409147877533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112627409147877533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112627409147877533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you-jao.html' title='I Love you Jao!'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112504422944006148</id><published>2005-08-26T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:23:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Manila International Bookfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/1600/ticket01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/486/320/ticket01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all book lovers out there. Here the event just for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112504422944006148?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112504422944006148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112504422944006148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112504422944006148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112504422944006148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/08/26th-manila-international-bookfair.html' title='26th Manila International Bookfair'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112444223926100612</id><published>2005-08-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:03:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICTION 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Never did she felt&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;insecure&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;incapable&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;incompetent&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;insignificant&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;unconfident&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;worthless&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;brainless and stupid.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Good thing she has a BIG GOD. *sighs*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112444223926100612?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112444223926100612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112444223926100612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112444223926100612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112444223926100612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/08/fiction-2.html' title='FICTION 2'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112390526885367784</id><published>2005-08-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:15:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para kay normi</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;DIV class=text&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ayan Norms, dahil mahal kita pagbibigyan ko ang iyong kahilingan.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seven things that scare you:&lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;FROGS! (mmm tingin ko halos  lahat ng sanguine takot sa frogs.)&lt;BR&gt;2. Heights&lt;BR&gt;3. Dogs, cats, (hmmmm halos  lahat ng animals sa farm ni Old Mcdonalds)&lt;BR&gt;4. Scary movies&lt;BR&gt;5. Life without  my parents&lt;BR&gt;6. Famine&lt;BR&gt;7. Falling inlove (joke!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things you like the most:&lt;BR&gt;1. the sound of the rain&lt;BR&gt;2. Music&lt;BR&gt;3.  Theater &lt;BR&gt;4. Stuff Toys! hehehe&lt;BR&gt;5. SR (Spiritual Retreat)&lt;BR&gt;6.  tulips&lt;BR&gt;7. Nature&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven important things in your room:&lt;BR&gt;1. My teddy bears and stuff toys.  (hay kailan ko kaya ma-ooutgrown ito? hehehe)&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2. Books. got tons of  them.&lt;BR&gt;3. My CD player.&lt;BR&gt;4. Scrapbook na ala journal&lt;BR&gt;5. Bible&lt;BR&gt;6. light  bulb (malamang mahirap magbasa sa dilim)&lt;BR&gt;7. my bed&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven random facts about you:&lt;BR&gt;1. I&amp;nbsp;keep quiet when I'm uncomfortable,  frustrated, disappointed, angry and scared.&lt;BR&gt;2. I am a cry baby.&lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;I  love kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;4. I see dead people (bwhahaha) &lt;BR&gt;5. I hate high  heels.&lt;BR&gt;6. I love giving names (tulad ni Tommy, yung daga sa opis, o ni Bebs  yung computer ko.)&lt;BR&gt;7. I tend to ignore people when I'm upset than speaking  up. (bad i know. )&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;BR&gt;1. watch sunrise or sunset at  the Grand Canyon&lt;BR&gt;2. spend&amp;nbsp;time with the great teachers, proffessors and  mentors I had.&lt;BR&gt;3. adpot a child.&lt;BR&gt;4. spend time with my family&lt;BR&gt;5. write  everything I've learned about life and God&lt;BR&gt;6. serve a youth ministry with my  husband (ooppsss dapat get married muna pla.)&lt;BR&gt;7. Get married (ayan. hehehe.)  and&amp;nbsp;teach my kids to love and serve God.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;BR&gt;1. Sleep until 12 noon.&lt;BR&gt;2. Stay awake til 4 am  reading a book.&lt;BR&gt;3. Organize events &amp;amp; surprise parties (hehehe. favorite  ko to.)&lt;BR&gt;4. Cook Nilagang Baka. (hehehe.)&lt;BR&gt;5. Entertain myself.&lt;BR&gt;6. Apply  make-up in 5 mins.&lt;BR&gt;7. Love a friend and&amp;nbsp;express without  hesitation&amp;nbsp;that she/he is really loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things you can't do:&lt;BR&gt;1. Pretend that everything is okay when  everything is not. (yessss gudlak sa acting skill)&lt;BR&gt;2. Sleep when I know  someone's angry at me.&lt;BR&gt;3. Drink alcohol&lt;BR&gt;4. Smoke&lt;BR&gt;5. Live without a hair  conditioner. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;6. Kill someone&lt;BR&gt;7. Give up my Faith&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:(hahaha dis is it!)&lt;BR&gt;1.  smile &lt;BR&gt;2. personality/character&lt;BR&gt;3. fashionista. (yung tipong magaling  magdala ng damit pero hindi mukhang bading ;))&lt;BR&gt;4. humor&lt;BR&gt;5. voice&lt;BR&gt;6.  musically inclined (kahit triangle lang ang tinutogtog at Lupang Hinirang lang  ang kayang kantahin. basata magaling.)&lt;BR&gt;7. soul (taray!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven things you say the most:&lt;BR&gt;1. Adik&lt;BR&gt;2. cool!&lt;BR&gt;3. gudlak!&lt;BR&gt;4.  mahal na kita (as in sarcastic ang pagkakasabi nito ha.)&lt;BR&gt;5. Dude!&lt;BR&gt;6.  peace!&lt;BR&gt;7. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign): &lt;BR&gt;1. Christopher  Reeve&lt;BR&gt;2. Hugh Jackman&lt;BR&gt;3. Alex Compton&lt;BR&gt;4. Freddie Prince Jr.&lt;BR&gt;5.  Backstreet Boys (forever!)&lt;BR&gt;6. Marco Lobregat - he's a writer (or was?) of  Young Star.&lt;BR&gt;7. Iking Tan (celebrity ka na kuya diba? *apir*)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Seven people you want to see to take this quiz:&lt;BR&gt;1. K. Ago - dahil lab  kita.&lt;BR&gt;2. K. Aleks -&amp;nbsp;kasi bago ang hairdo mo.&lt;BR&gt;3. K. Arnold - dahil  pogi ka.&lt;BR&gt;4. A. Glads - dahil may highlightsss ang hair mo.&lt;BR&gt;5. A. Daph  Vader - dahil pinapasaya mo buhay ko. :)&lt;BR&gt;6. Gracia - miss ka na namin sa  gimikan&lt;BR&gt;7. A. Beng - gusto kong malaman kung anong isasagot mo .&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;EM&gt;PS Nagbago na ako ng lay-out, na-ingit ako sa tap  dancer.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112390526885367784?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112390526885367784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112390526885367784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112390526885367784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112390526885367784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/08/para-kay-normi.html' title='Para kay normi'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112246050937114074</id><published>2005-07-27T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:35:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet ni Bijoi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Ago. Arnold. Aleks.&lt;/strong&gt; Mga papable na kuya ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B &lt;/strong&gt;– &lt;strong&gt;Bracie. Brianne. Buttercup.&lt;/strong&gt; Si Bracie ka-officemate/kabarkada ko. Si Brianne siya yung roommate at partner-in-crime ko nung college. Buttercup? Yung sa Powerpuff girls. Siya yung pinaka-matapang at mataray. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Reeve.&lt;/strong&gt; Si Superman. Umiyak ako nung nalaman kong namatay na siya. Bow. &lt;strong&gt;Care Bears.&lt;/strong&gt; Favorite ko din to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D &lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Dave? Dennis. Daph Vader.&lt;/strong&gt; Si Dave...si Dave. Si Dennis ‘yung guy best friend ko nung high school. At si Daph Vader ay isa sa mga paborito kong ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Eg. Events. Erlinda.&lt;/strong&gt; Eg…nickname ni daddy. Events, haha. That’s what I do. Si Ate Erlinda ay isa sa mga tinuturing kong mentor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Friendly. Fashion. FEU.&lt;/strong&gt; Na-alala ko nung sa St. Scho ang section ko nung grade 1 ay I-Friendly. Sabi ni mommy kasi daw friendly ako. (translation: madaldal. Hehehe.) Fashion…translation: maarte at kikay. FEU is where I graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Gorgus. Gladi. Gorgia.&lt;/strong&gt;  Gorgus as in Bijoi Gorgus. Talino! Galdi…aka Gladys. Gorgia, yung name na sinasabi ko pag-umoorder ako sa Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Hugh Jackman. Horse.&lt;/strong&gt; Si Hugh Jackman aka Wolverine ay isa sa mga libo-libong crushes ko. Galing umarte. Horse kasi mahilig ako nung mag horseback riding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF). Infant Jesus Academy (IJA).&lt;/strong&gt; IVCF ang aking fellowship group nung college. Ang IJA naman yung school ko nung high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Joy Club at Jr. Joy Club.&lt;/strong&gt; Dalawang fellowship group sa church ko na sobrang mahal ko. &lt;strong&gt;Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; Kung wala si Jesus life is not worth living. &lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt; si mommy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Kids.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah I love kids. &lt;strong&gt;KC2K1&lt;/strong&gt;, 2001 ang batch ng inatendan kong Kawayan Camp sa IVCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; –  &lt;strong&gt;Laptop&lt;/strong&gt; (I want this! I want this!) &lt;strong&gt;Lumba&lt;/strong&gt; ...Mr. Jon Lumba, yung magaling na conductor naming sa glee club nung high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Mass Communication &lt;/strong&gt;– ito yung course ko. Alam ko hindi halata, pero nasakin ang diploma ko kung gusto niyo ng proof. &lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;...one of the things I can’t live without. &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;, birth month ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;New York.&lt;/strong&gt; Isa sa mga places na balak kong puntahan…dahil sa broadway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;OMF Literature Inc.&lt;/strong&gt; – yeaaahhh! This is where I work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P &lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Prince. Prunce. Photography.&lt;/strong&gt; Si Prince yung huge teddy bear na binigay ko sa CRIBS. Prunce ang tawag sa banda ko nung High School. Photography, one of my favorite subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Quiapo.&lt;/strong&gt; Dito kami mahilig magpadevelop ng pictures sa photography class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Rhiza.&lt;/strong&gt; Bestfriend ko. &lt;strong&gt;Rizal Re-creation&lt;/strong&gt;, dito kami madalas magplanning. Sobrang nice yung place. Ngunit maraming frogs kapag tag-ulan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks. Scrapbook. Stitch.&lt;/strong&gt; Starbucks, tambayan at bahay ng mga adik sa kape. Hehehe. Scrapbook, lahat ata ng journal ko ginawa kong scrapbook. Stitch ang favorite cartoon character ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Theater. Taboo. Tamaraws. Theater&lt;/strong&gt;...kailangan ko pa bang I-explain ito? ;) Taboo lately ang favorite game ko. Tamaraws…as in FEU Tamaraws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Ulan.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang galing nagtagalog. I love rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; –  &lt;strong&gt;VJ.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm dream job ko to. &lt;strong&gt;Victory Christian Fellowship (VCF)&lt;/strong&gt; nagchuchurch si Alex Compton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;White.&lt;/strong&gt; Klasik na kulay, lahat pwedeng ipares. Word of God…aka Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;X-ray.&lt;/strong&gt; I found out that I have a dextroscoliosis of the thoracic spine when I was in 4th year high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;Yellow Cab. Yoyie.&lt;/strong&gt; Yellow Cab - the best ang pizza! Yoyie yung stuffed toy na aso na anak ni Kuya Ferdie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; -  &lt;strong&gt;Zoo.&lt;/strong&gt; Dito ko nakilala si Kuya Arnold. *peace bro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112246050937114074?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112246050937114074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112246050937114074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112246050937114074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112246050937114074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/07/alphabet-ni-bijoi.html' title='Alphabet ni Bijoi'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112167787944382776</id><published>2005-07-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:16:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na-aalala Mo Ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/bijoisnglads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/bijoisnglads.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo ba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Nung first time tayong nagbonding sa Sbarro? Book fair nun tapos gabi na at gutom na tayo pareho?&lt;br /&gt;…Nung nag-cupid costume tayo sa Christmas party tapos ang theme “Trabaho”? Na kumanta pa tayo ng Mr. Cupido?&lt;br /&gt;…Nung nag kakulitan sa office tapos sabi ko sayo ‘wag mo akong hahawakan kasi iiyak ako?&lt;br /&gt;…Nung nakahiga tayo sa sand isang gabi sa Boracay tapos isang oras yata tayong nagkewntuhan na si loverboy lang ang topic?&lt;br /&gt;…Nung nagmonologue ako sa KCF at nakinig ka lang at sinabi mo sakin na “sa susunod ako naman.”&lt;br /&gt;…Eh yung mga “gaganti” look natin kay K. Aleks pagdating sa tuksuhan?&lt;br /&gt;…Lalo na yung kumain tayo sa Sugar house at sinumpang susunugin natin yun dahil hindi sulit sa binayad natin?&lt;br /&gt;…Eh yung umiyak ka dahil may mamimiss kang kaibigan at sabi ko sayo ako muna mag-aalaga sayo?&lt;br /&gt;…Nung nagovernight ako sainyo tapos nakapatay na lahat ng ilaw habang nagkwekwento ka how God is dealing with you?&lt;br /&gt;…Eh yung mga killer looks na “pagnagsalita ka gaganti ako sayo” pag nagtutuksuhan?&lt;br /&gt;…At yung Taboo na “Ivy is Afraid of this” at ang sagot mo ay sperm?&lt;br /&gt;…yung pinakapamatay na tinaray tarayan kita tapos dinakdakan mo ko sa tenga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula sa tawanan hangang iyakan. &lt;br /&gt;Mula bulungan at sigawan&lt;br /&gt;Pati kulitan at asaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa kang artista&lt;br /&gt;Artista na bahagi ng dula ng buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Artista na kung hindi ikaw ang gaganap, hindi ganoon gaganda ang kwento.&lt;br /&gt;Hay Ate Glads, ikaw …ikaw ang magiging ninang ng anak ko…sa kasal.&lt;br /&gt;Bwhahahaha *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;I love you ate. Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112167787944382776?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112167787944382776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112167787944382776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112167787944382776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112167787944382776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/07/na-aalala-mo-ba.html' title='Na-aalala Mo Ba?'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112082735715316507</id><published>2005-07-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T06:00:19.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it the Encantada way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi ko alam ngunit parang halos lahat adik sa Encantadia (o ako lang yun.) Parang sa OMF Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang Sales Dept., naging Hatoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang sales staff, mga Hator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang 2nd floor naging Lireo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si Ate Guy si Inang Reyna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si Kuya Arnold si Alena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at ako...oo ako si Ybarro. (Taray ng role.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa totoong buhay hindi ko kabisado and iba pang casts. Nag-aaway-away pa kasi sila. Pero kung gusto niyo maintindihan ang pinagsasabi ng mga totoong encantada at encantado (oo yung nakikitang subtitle tulad ng sa Lord of the Rings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enchan (en-syan)  -  The alphabet of Encantadia.&lt;br /&gt;Enchanta  -  The language of Encantadia.&lt;br /&gt;Enkantado / Enkantada  -   he denizens of Encantadia’s world.&lt;br /&gt;Sang’gre  -   Royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversational Enchanta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asnamon Voyanazar   -  Encantadia’s version of “open sesame”.&lt;br /&gt;Avisala  -   Greetings. Their version of: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Maste Lesnu "___"   -  Peace be with "___".&lt;br /&gt;Hasna Lesnu Maste   -  And may God help me be the champion of peace&lt;br /&gt;Ssheda  -   Stop/Halt/Desist.&lt;br /&gt;Ssheda Musti Maste   -  We will not give them peace.&lt;br /&gt;Hasna Verom gashne vo   -  If you do not give me that, I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Ssheda Musni Verom   -  I will not give this to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool diba? parang gay lingo, yun nga lang mas sosyal ang ache naging ashti. Taray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112082735715316507?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112082735715316507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112082735715316507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112082735715316507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112082735715316507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/07/say-it-encantada-way.html' title='Say it the Encantada way.'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112065628372660248</id><published>2005-07-06T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T06:39:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If we love God and love others in Him, we will be glad to let suffering destroy anything in us that God is pleased to let it destroy, because we know that all it destroys is unimportant. We will prefer to let accidental trash of life be consumed by suffering in order that His glory may come out clean in everything we do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Thomas Merton-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112065628372660248?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112065628372660248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112065628372660248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112065628372660248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112065628372660248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/07/quotable-quote.html' title='Quotable Quote'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-112056647553903036</id><published>2005-07-05T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:32:06.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gently brushed her hair trying to hide the tears that's starting to flow. "Pray for something you think that is impossible and believe it will happen. Now, church anyone who wants to be prayed for come here infront and I'll pray for you.", the pastor challenged. She walked infront without hesitation, wanting to please no one but her Master. She doesn't even care if the whole church has seen her cried. And she prayed silently, "Lord, I want to take a deeper level of intimacy of my relationship with You. I'm tired of myself Lord. Please be incontrol. I want to know You more Lord. Though I know that my finite mind can only understand so much, but Father if You could bring me to the deepest and highest level of my relationship with You, I want that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A year later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She lost her best friend, her spiritual life becomes stagnat, she can't lead in church because she's not okay with God, she feels that her passion for her job is gone and to make matters worse, she's loosing the love of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking she's a mess, she desperately prayed, "God can You see me? I know that You're there. And even though I can't feel you, I know You can hear me. I'm at the end of the rope Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord answered, "Relax child, everything is just the way I want it to be. Should you question my power because I'm silent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No Lord." she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you want Me to be glorified?" He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes Lord." she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you want to obey me?"He questioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You know I want to Lord." She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The let Me do My job. I won't promise you won't get hurt. I won't promise you won't feel angry and disappointed. You may not be happy with My answers to your prayers, but this I promise you. I will instruct you the way you should go. I will counsel and look over you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lord, how about my questions? I've got so many issues..." She pressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In my time they will be answered. Just trust me. My time not yours. I know your capabilities and limitations, I know your pacing. Trust me my child." He answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... Looking back one of her prayer is answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A deeper and higher level of her relationship with the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-112056647553903036?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/112056647553903036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=112056647553903036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112056647553903036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/112056647553903036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/07/fiction.html' title='Fiction'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111939826934209993</id><published>2005-06-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:57:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post that made me cry (talino ng title!)</title><content type='html'>Now why this post made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~melancholic/424328.html#comment"&gt;http://tabulas.com/~melancholic/424328.html#comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111939826934209993?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111939826934209993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111939826934209993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111939826934209993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111939826934209993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/post-that-made-me-cry-talino-ng-title.html' title='A post that made me cry (talino ng title!)'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111932973112418237</id><published>2005-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:55:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A must see movie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do we fall?&lt;br /&gt;So we can learn how to pick ourselves up.&lt;br /&gt;- Batman Begins -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="129" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/batmanbeginsofficialposterbig.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111932973112418237?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111932973112418237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111932973112418237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111932973112418237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111932973112418237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/must-see-movie.html' title='A must see movie!!!!'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111899556864945298</id><published>2005-06-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:06:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay</title><content type='html'>Its just one of those days na gusto mong angkinin ang di sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Na gusto mong sabihing, "Lord defective din 'to pwedeng akin nalang?"&lt;br /&gt;Na gusto mo nang hawakan at lagyan ng pangalan mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi akin, kaya hindi pwede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands on my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111899556864945298?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111899556864945298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111899556864945298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111899556864945298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111899556864945298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/hay.html' title='Hay'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111882787955301279</id><published>2005-06-15T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:20:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Joy Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="448" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/joyclub.jpg" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Joy Club during 2004 Family Camp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one blessed chick to journey life with these people. Some I knew since birth, and some who just came around and joined us. You see, most of us were the "fruits" of the &lt;em&gt;young people&lt;/em&gt; in our church who eventually get married. When asked since when I was attending our church, I usually answer, since birth. So there we are, whether we like it or not (hehehe.), we are oblige to stick together. As a kid I love going to church because of Sunday School and my playmates Nikos and Rhiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in grade 6 then when it all began. I guess we were in that “identity crisis” stage when our Senior Pastor, Tito Bob and our Sunday School teacher, Ninang Vi, encouraged us to form a fellowship group. (A group of adolescents, clueless of the responsibilities that will be given to them in the future.) Since we were too young to join the Young People’s fellowship group and too old to join the kids in their Sunday School, we formed another fellowship group…the JOY CLUB (Jesus Others You Club!) From then on we were striving our best to put Jesus first, others second and ourselves last. I remember I was the first ever appointed vice president (translation: taga-contra sa presidente. Hehehe), Nikos as President and Rhiz as Secretary/Treasurer. We also had Xaris and Jojo as Muse and Escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Bible Studies, mini-camps, sleep-overs and gimmicks. We even thought that we should change our fellowship group into a Frat called the JOY Bayawak and the initiation would be for the members to eat &lt;em&gt;bayawak&lt;/em&gt;. Man I’m so glad that we didn’t took that seriously. Hahaha. Our motto? JOY CLUB Forever. We just have this brilliant idea that we will be forever Joy Club no matter what. We even thought of going to one university together so we could go out whenever we want to…which didn’t happened by the way. And we have this picture in our minds that someday when we start working we’ll be meeting somewhere in Makati and hang-out together and stuffs. (Can you see the influence of TGIS and GIMMIK?) We have another picture on our minds that someday when we have our own families we will still be together. You know that ideal “barkada”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast Forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just the time of the year when you are looking for that middle C in your life. Something that will not change. Something you can hold on to when life is cruel and you just want to hide from the world. But things do change. We’ve grown. Most of us are now working. Some do have their boyfriends and girlfriends. We’ve change. We’re not the JOY CLUB anymore, by name nor by its sense. Whatever that means. And its breaking my heart. These people are not just my friends, they are my family. My &lt;em&gt;bestest&lt;/em&gt; friends. I can be completely 100% Ivy with them. They’ve seen me grow. They’ve witnessed my ups and downs. They were there when I received Christ. They were there during my first major heartbreak. They were there when I did productions. Friends yes they do come and go. But family stick together right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on my mind is getting blurry every single day. I feel I’m starting to travel alone away from them. Maybe its because we’ve grown. Maybe because of our busy schedules. But whatever reason there is, just the same, its breaking my heart. My &lt;em&gt;bestest&lt;/em&gt; friends are becoming strangers to me. Maybe we were just traveling on different roads but to one destination. Maybe not. But I guess, being a JOY CLUB is not just a term, I mean, I believe if we press on to that goal to put Jesus first, others second and ourselves last we’ll still be JOY CLUB. And even we don’t carry the name anymore or be together, if we will passionately pursue that goal we could be JOY Club forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111882787955301279?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111882787955301279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111882787955301279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111882787955301279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111882787955301279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/remembering-joy-club.html' title='Remembering Joy Club'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111821460631249047</id><published>2005-06-08T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:10:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt 1</title><content type='html'>Get your self out of your eye&lt;br /&gt;By getting your eye off your self.&lt;br /&gt;Quit staring at that little self.&lt;br /&gt;And focus on your Great Savior.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the book A Love Worth Giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111821460631249047?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111821460631249047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111821460631249047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111821460631249047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111821460631249047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/06/excerpt-1.html' title='Excerpt 1'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111753989829529916</id><published>2005-05-31T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T04:44:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue 1.: IKAW</title><content type='html'>Oo ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;Sino pa ba.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na ang galing-galing mantapak ng pagkatao.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw…Oo ikaw ang aking thorn in the flesh. &lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang at wala ng iba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111753989829529916?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111753989829529916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111753989829529916&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111753989829529916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111753989829529916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/05/monologue-1-ikaw.html' title='Monologue 1.: IKAW'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111710305104232890</id><published>2005-05-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T03:26:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundrack for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Better than I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I thought I did whats right&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have the answers&lt;br /&gt;I thought I chose the surest road&lt;br /&gt;But that road brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put up the fight&lt;br /&gt;And told You how to help me&lt;br /&gt;Now just when I have given up&lt;br /&gt;The truth is coming clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;I'll let go the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;For you know better than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this has been a test&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the reason&lt;br /&gt;But maybe knowing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Is part of getting through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to what's best&lt;br /&gt;Faith has made it easy&lt;br /&gt;To see the best thing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Is put my trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;I'll let go the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;For you know better than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bird and thought that I could follow&lt;br /&gt;But You taught that bird to fly&lt;br /&gt;If I let You reach me&lt;br /&gt;Will You teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;I'll let go the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what answers You supply.&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111710305104232890?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111710305104232890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111710305104232890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111710305104232890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111710305104232890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/05/soundrack-for-day.html' title='Soundrack for the day'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812599.post-111698094097808569</id><published>2005-05-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:38:04.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casts of Tropang Kape</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="378" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/tropangkape.jpg" width="642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clockwise: Gracia, K. Aleks, Me! A. Glads. K. Arnold, A. Daph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;This group is one of the reasons why despite of how cruel life is; I smile, laugh, breathe, dance, worship and love. They are one of the reasons I feel blessed. They help me hold on and survive (yesss parang starstruck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Gracia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Gracie; Darnini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; Super hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho:&lt;/strong&gt; Account Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; Sing and dance (pero masmagaling siyang kumanta, hindi ka magsasawa sa boses). Prod. Person (mula camera hanggang video cam, minsan PA din kaya niyang hawakan.). Sense of humor. (sa tingin ko marami pa ‘tong talents ayaw lang niya malaman namin! Hehehe.) Pagtawa ng Malakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super power:&lt;/strong&gt; Magpakain ng kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Mangingisda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Gracia and I first met&lt;/strong&gt; … ito ang linya niya “Sawa na ko sa flowers at chocolates, yung mga gusting manligaw, grocery lang tinatangap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas matanda sakin ‘to pero isa siya sa mga konting tao na hindi ko tinatawag na ate. Si Gracie yung taong masarap kasama at katawanan kahit ngitian mo lang tatawa na ‘yan. Sobra magbigay at magmahal sa kaibigan. Pag si Gracie kaibigan mo pramis aalagaan ka niyan, ipag-pepray at pakakainin. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Si Aleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; your majesty; mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho: &lt;/strong&gt;Head, Creative Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; Sing and d…sing padin. Creative. A gifted writer (ang tatanggi basahin nalang ang blog niya). Sense of humor. Famous. Entertainer (‘wag niyo lang pasasayawin pls.) Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super powers:&lt;/strong&gt; He is known for his profound at deep observations and realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Isang DH na taga-probinsya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Kuya Aleks and I first met&lt;/strong&gt; …OJT ako nun at nasa Publications. Inintroduce kami ang unang sinabi niya, “Hi ako si Aleks, mascot dito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kuya Aleks ang boss-mentor-friend-mom-boyfriend ko. (wow kuya dami mong roles.) Seriously, si Kuya Aleks and pinakamatanda sa tropa (sa isip, sa salita at gawa). Pag siya ang nagsasalita all ears kami. Madaling makisama. At pagkasama mo siya mula tsismis hanggang Word of God pwede niyong pag-usapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Si Ivy (ako 'to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Ivs; Bijoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; Mangolekta ng madidikit sa scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho:&lt;/strong&gt; Marketing Associate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; (please fill this one for me dyahe naman sa inyo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super powers:&lt;/strong&gt; (ito din po)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Dapat si kuya Arnold, ngunit, subalit, datapwat sa istoryang ito, manggugulay ang mapapangasawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Ivy and I first met&lt;/strong&gt;…bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY SISTER NG TROPA! Yehey *talon, talon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si Gladys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Glads; Galdi; Glady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; Gimikera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho:&lt;/strong&gt; Export Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; Sing and Dance. Accounting Department ng tropa (syempre mag-isa lang siya tapos department). Logical mag-isip. Artista din. Impulsive buyer! Hehehe. Pagtawa ng malakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super powers:&lt;/strong&gt; Kaya niyang magtunog-10 tao. Pasaway at lagging nakatawa. Worship leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Community Pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Ate Glads and I first met&lt;/strong&gt;…kumakanta siya papasok sa Marketing Dept. Nagsmile at nagpakita ng dimples (say mo? Na-alala ko pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ate Gladys ang partner in crime ko. Dahil kami lang ‘nun ang halos mag-ka-age at pareho ng kikay at okray trip sa Marketing. Si Ate Glads, dinadaan lang niya sa inggay yung stress niya para hindi marinig ng mga tao kung ano yung totoong nasa loob niya (yessss.) Si Ate Glads bago magbigay ng opinion pinag-iisipan munang mabuti. Kung naririnig niyo ingay niya, you should hear her lead our team devotions and even the worship team…mapapasmile kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si Arnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Ning-ning; yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; agent ng Vitamin C, dating manghuhula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho:&lt;/strong&gt; Account Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; Musikero ngunit hindi siya mapapakanta sa harapan ng madlang tao (mahal ang talent fee). Observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super powers:&lt;/strong&gt; Pogi, Sweet, Gentleman, Charming at lahat ng pwedeng malagay sa slambook. Pero ang super-superpowers niya ay ang heart niya for the ministry. Astig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm… ako dapat ngunit, subalit, datapwat sa istoryang ito ay si…. Yahoo. Bow. ‘nuff said, &lt;strong&gt;buhay ang nakataya.&lt;br /&gt;When Kuya Arnold and I first met&lt;/strong&gt;…corp. devotion, tapos praises niya may sustento na daw yung father niyang Pastor kasi may trabaho na siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kuya Arnold yung typical na ‘slambook’ boy. (‘yung mga characteristics niya ay matatagpuan na sinusulat ng kababaihan sa ‘who is your crush and why’). Kaya nga napa-propose ako ng di oras sa Batad. Hahaha. Tahimik lang si kuya sa grupo, pero grabe mag-observe at mag-isip yan. Akala ko nung una, mahiyain lang ‘to pero nung nakabonding ko na, grabe, hindi lang siya makulit, may depth din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si Daphne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Daphnini; Daph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideline:&lt;/strong&gt; Lalake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totoong Trabaho:&lt;/strong&gt; Bookstore Associate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talents:&lt;/strong&gt; Abang Alto. Writer. Man-hater, joke lang. Pagtawa ng malakas. Pagkain ng isang sakong bigas…at hindi tataba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super powers:&lt;/strong&gt; the word Ate fitted her most. (Do I need to say more? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future mate:&lt;/strong&gt; Magsasaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Ate Daph and I first met&lt;/strong&gt;…corp. devotion din, inintroduce siya tapos sobrang thankful daw siya kay Lord for guiding her sa decision niya to work at OMF Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sometime nag-one on one Bible study kami ni Ate Daph (o sya wag na maguilty.) Marami akong natutunan sa kanya (tulad ng pagkain ng apoy.. hehehe.). Si Ate Daph ay kapwa kong lalake, kaya most of the time nakakarelate siya sa mga sinasabi ko. She never fails to encourage us. Grabe, pang youth ministry nga itong batang ‘to (sobrang nakakaminister sakin. Hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people whom God uses to encourage and to rebuke me even when I need it. What I really admire about them is their passion for God…hindi lang passion na ‘feeling’, pero nakikita mo sa buhay nila how they’re really pursuing a Christ-centered life. These people are my ates and kuyas. My friends whom I intend to keep. Sila ang kasama ko mula sa work hanggang sa kapihan. Ika nga ni Ate Daph, hindi lang pang good times pang bad times din. Hay lab ko kayo. *group hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. kung may reklamo just text OMFLIT&lt;space&gt; magrereklamo ako and send to 2299. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lumipat ako ng site dahil sa matiyagang pangungulit ng bestfriend ko na masmaganda daw sa blogspot. (ang kulit ko 'no palipat-lipat ng site. hehehe.) Hindi pa talaga tapos 'tong site na 'to pero dahil "nabulaga" ako ni Kuya Aleks at kating-kati na akong magblog, cya simulan na ang kwentuhan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812599-111698094097808569?l=allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/feeds/111698094097808569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812599&amp;postID=111698094097808569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111698094097808569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812599/posts/default/111698094097808569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundcharmer.blogspot.com/2005/05/casts-of-tropang-kape.html' title='The Casts of Tropang Kape'/><author><name>bijoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14074285229121391509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/bijoiski/thivyfiction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
