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  <updated>2009-04-08T03:41:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:7680</id>
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    <title>...words from within</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T03:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T03:41:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lord, I wanna say sorry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lord, I wanna say sorry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna say sorry for the things I’ve done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For letting my feelings reign&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For letting things to happen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For letting my spirit weaken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna say sorry for clinging on my own understanding &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For going ahead of your perfect timing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For pretending to know everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For doing things on my own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna say sorry for forgetting your goodness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For challenging your faithfulness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For not hearing your voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For delaying praise in my distress &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna thank you for despite my weakness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;You are faithful and just&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;To&amp;nbsp;forgive me and give this chance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;And show your love and everlasting kindness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna thank you for&amp;nbsp;making your own plans&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For knowing my failures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For listening to my cries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For reassuring my future &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;I wanna thank you for letting my spirit weaken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For just letting things to happen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For letting your love to reign&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;For&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the things you’ve done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lord, I wanna thank you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:7427</id>
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    <title>Love Language</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T14:53:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T14:53:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>newfound love</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T18:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T18:08:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While singing to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is Waiting &lt;/span&gt;by Brooke Fraser, I just suddenly broke into tears, not minding my already sleeping children downstairs. Maybe it's just because of the tiredness I felt from what seemed to be miles of walking to and from Gateway with laptop on my shoulders. Or maybe it's envy, or discontentment or purely excitement, whatever's the reason, I just let my eyes well for a moment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now my feeling's better. See, the wo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;man talking about crying sometimes through the speakers at the MRT station is, after all, right. My feeling's are now better. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what's most keeping me sane from the agony of waiting these days is this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Dads and One Mom, most particularly, the one reason why they are called such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPjTvQoKCsoAAH5TyFA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPjTvQoKCsoAAH5TyFA1/OneMomAndThreeDads02.jpg?et=9Kn1ZdF%2Czueta4Tzx19IHg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so relieved from stress every nig&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ht ju&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;st b&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y watching the cute bangs and curly hair on the side of that little girl who swallows toilet bo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wl&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; water and just smiles after, her eyes 'singkit'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Imagine me also smiling as wide as a yahoo messenger in an attempt to find the right adjectives to describe the cute girl's Koreana smile, haha). &lt;/span&gt;But really, this has been my second love since it started airing in Channel 2 and I just can't get myself off from laughing everytime I see her dads going crazy over her. Haha. Cute baby. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPjUcgoKCsoAAAUC5GI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPjUcgoKCsoAAAUC5GI1/OneMomAndThreeDads03.jpg?et=sykRfCPmQbpHggohb7KjUg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wala lang. I just love it.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Do you want challenge? Then be part of the United Nations Youth Association of the Philippines</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T16:38:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T16:38:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMANsgoKCsoAAFJzhZo1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 128px;height: 131px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMANsgoKCsoAAFJzhZo1/UNYAPLOGOnew.JPG?et=kyKJ%2Cus15PdX%2B8Ok4QQdQg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;font-family: Constantia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DO YOU HAVE THE HEART TO SERVE THE COUNTRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;DO YOU WANT TO INSPIRE AND REACH OUT TO OTHER YOUNG LEADERS?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DO YOU WANT TO TAKE PART IN THE GLOBAL INITIATIVES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then be the one UNYAP is looking for… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;BUILD one of the ORGANIZATIONS &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;that &lt;br&gt;WILL START CHANGE in UP…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The United Nations Youth Association of the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a youth organization dedicated to serving the country to fulfill its promise of realizing the Eight Millennium Development Goals across and within its islands by the year 2015 through the active participation of the youth in the whole process. The organization members believe that the youth is an essential facet of development if these goals are to be achieved. Thus, the organization materializes plans and activities that the youth can relate with, interact in, and learn from without diminishing the organization’s goals and objectives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;INFORMAL ORIENTATION FRIENDS &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;SATURDAY, 4:00-5:00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If not at the campus room, we'll meet at Bo's Katipunan&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.unyouthph.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.unyouthph.ning.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;for more information&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Text your name at 0917-8155589 for your confirmation&lt;/font&gt;… See you there!u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kindly visit the link to have a glimpse of what UNYAP is doing... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:6873</id>
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    <title>2nd life</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T15:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-31T15:56:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SLq@6QoKCsoAAFSJc3Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLq@6QoKCsoAAFSJc3Q1/sunset-1-bg-111602.jpg?et=GHJP6BLVHko%2BbrZCxSjVTQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's always something about traveling that really made me appreciate it - be it the short rides off to work everyday, the travel going home to Mindoro by boat or just the long walks along Katipunan. A hopeless romantic, I feel exhilirating joy walking or driving past the sights and sceneries along the roads. When I'm alone, it's the usual time when I think deeply about the future, about my plans and goals and some things outside my daily routines of work. It's my perfect opportunity to make drama and watch intently the raindrops falling into the windshield of the taxi or FX. Just think about wonderful thoughts that would make me giggle and smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps I would be forever thankful for every opportunity to travel or go to somewhere especially now that I was given another chance to live. A while ago, while traveling to U-Belt for the ENLI make-up class, the FX that I was riding went to a sudden halt after its front right tire (where I was seated near the window) exploded as if a bomb. The great thing was that the driver was not driving too fast enough to make the cab flip over. The old guy behind me said it was a grace it did not explode when we we were running 70 kph at Quezon Ave underway. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it was real, death was real and I was a second near it. Though I never really felt nervous, or I guess it just didn't dawn on me too quickly that I might die that moment, it gave me such a refreshing reminder that I was not yet finished with my business here on earth. It gave me such a reason to live my life more fully. It was just an amazing miracle, one worthy of contemplation and deep thinking. I would love to go somewhere else more. Who wants to go with me? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:6527</id>
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    <title>maxxed life!</title>
    <published>2008-08-10T06:43:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T06:43:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before the start of the Zero or Max Campaign, I asked God to give me opportunities to maximize every aspect of my life: relationships, work, ministry, and my other passions. True enough, God was able to do it if only I would allow Him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually most of these are menial, but I consider them already a blessing because I know they are part of the blessings. Enjoy life! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px;height: 184px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3pxwoKCsoAAHjhOTQ1/new-photos-153.jpg?et=HVgy4xEq2MN%2CgMFYgUoH1w&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zero or Max Team: Ate Yvette, Age, Shean, Warren&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px;height: 168px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3tYgoKCsoAAD@uato1/new-photos-164.jpg?et=XwG1hHGi%2CSQsIfTo7K6tgw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px;height: 168px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3rCQoKCsoAABVfbDM1/new-photos-163.jpg?et=WRGwC8bPi8qWzJvGwS2Mqg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Smallgroup at SM Megamall: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From far Left: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Smallgroup at TacoBell, Gateway:&lt;br&gt;Ate Rhea, Bujoy, Jo, Age, Rei, Gina, Rose Ann,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Far Left: Marian, Karen, Age, Gina,&lt;br&gt;Julie&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; Juvee, Mimi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px;height: 163px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3ylwoKCsoAABZYrpw1/new-photos-176.jpg?et=7JN0o2xzf6y19OIwdRhPPQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3ziwoKCsoAACk6JEE1/new-photos-179.jpg?et=cPWlGxW4563RZqjXRawbzw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With Ms. Evelina Perdrix, owner of La Cabane French Restobar in Makati and Ms. Rosie Villano, the accountant. That's why I love my work so much! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 144px;height: 192px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3wMgoKCsoAAG1sFAo1/new-photos-304.jpg?et=saZBkHp9vhR2Z2Xev7EMQA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 152px;height: 203px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3vCwoKCsoAAFvvlvs1/new-photos-219.jpg?et=zj08iutew5dNfTK53pdLeA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Left: With Former Press Secretary Ignacio Bunye at the 7th Annual Media and Information International Conference (AMIC) at Manila Hotel, Philippines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right: ANC Managing Director and SVP for ABS-CBN News and Current Affairs Maria Ressa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px;height: 164px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ31awoKCsoAAG-uicQ1/new-photos-229.jpg?et=WSt1XVXfjrRKhvj0Ep9Zhw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px;height: 165px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ32wQoKCsoAADcWT9Q1/new-photos-318.jpg?et=OX%2BJzjJFgRAS3IblM4AKeg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With my ever-gorgeous thesis-partner during&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some of our new-found friends...&lt;br&gt;the conference....&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px;height: 148px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ36WwoKCsoAAC-NbAY1/new-photos-325.jpg?et=YsJjwReUb1cZY34oxZ46pg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday Karen! We pray Lord that you give Karen the desire for campus, este, of her heart pala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px;height: 166px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ38JwoKCsoAAHTf14k1/new-photos-326.jpg?et=uDj2MZ4InCAeq0yrU3IcPQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px;height: 166px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ39JwoKCsoAABQcSWU1/new-photos-327.jpg?et=LP97Y9K4XQyq%2CSXUQsv0Tw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Small group again...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wacky! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px;height: 192px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ3@hAoKCsoAAD7cTlA1/new-photos-328.jpg?et=v54Eo0DS5TJAE1z2RXtIuA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 235px;height: 177px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641/new-photos-329.jpg?et=Wsm4V2TCUlItkkEedHEiiw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With the United Nations Youth Association of the Philippines (UNYAP) officers and advisers...&lt;br&gt;(Top Right:&amp;nbsp; Age, Kyna, Tita Nenet, Carlie) Mid Top from L-R: Igor, Ate Emz, Bertch : Top Most: Ian  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ6I-QoKCsoAABVBdxQ1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 230px;height: 172px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ6I-QoKCsoAABVBdxQ1/new-photos-419.jpg?et=DHaPtU%2CItLSOaDGWytqZaA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ4AQAoKCsoAAB@ZR641"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJ6LtQoKCsoAAFNpub41"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px;height: 168px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ6LtQoKCsoAAFNpub41/new-photos-420.jpg?et=fQldGPzEyrALky5BcZBrug&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seryoso pic at Coffee Bean Gateway.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; Kunwari candid shot naman....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Indeed, God is the God of abundance. During the campaign, I also started reading the book by Joel Osteen. Sa totoo lang, sumasakto 'yung mga words sa current situation ng buhay ko. Especially now, I realized being maxxed is not only having the good things in life. It's also rising above adversity. No matter what adversity that is, God will be ready to promote us in the end. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:6213</id>
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    <title>what matters most</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T15:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T15:38:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random points:&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;1. My eyes squinting because of the smoke coming from other vehicles, I struggled to observe the stern looks of my co-passengers in that jeep I was riding. I may not be abl&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e to read minds but I assume like me they must've been thinking about a lot of things.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; 2. Being in the media, we are the first ones who usually swallow&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGpNagoKCsoAAGXFmhI1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 148px;height: 111px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGpNagoKCsoAAGXFmhI1/Picture%2823%29.jpg?et=jV6QW924rA24%2C39yrmrKjw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sweeping news, whether we like it or not, whether good or bad, whether depressing or awakening. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We bear the feeling of almost being choked knowing that&lt;b style=""&gt; the gas prices would reach P80/lit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;er in August&lt;/b&gt;, partly through calculations of our sources. We bear the facts but the least we can&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do is to write about them and somehow hop&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e that the information would lead people to realizing some things more than belt-tightening.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGpNCgoKCsoAAEdZJI01"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 143px;height: 113px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGpNCgoKCsoAAEdZJI01/DSC00019.JPG?et=HFfb59zQf7EEqgicUrbnVQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. Since it is doubly hard to be a consumer these days, my siblings and I have done almost all possible way&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s of saving. From previously having a househelp, we decided to do on our own the washing of our own clothes, cooking of our meals, cleaning the house. We've turned off the garage lights, watched only when&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's PDA and made sure that all appliances are turned off before we leave everyday. But being someone in the media and someone who trusts not myself for such provisions, what I want us to understa&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd is beyond these ways of saving.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. Isn’t the idea that we're under the same roof altogether good to&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know, despite the expensiveness of maintaining a place?&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Looking back at my "lost months" when I want to deal life on my own, do my own stuff, be away from d&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;istractions, now I could not imagine being anywhere than where my siblings are. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sometimes I feel sad knowing that my parents and us have to be away from each other just for us to follow our dreams. My dad works in a place that's four towns away from our town in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Mindoro&lt;/st1:place&gt; and only gets to go home every weekend. And the three of us are here in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, leaving our mom alone in our house in the province. (&lt;i&gt;Paus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;e)...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;We are not in lack, I suppose. My dad could have resigned from work to be wit&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGpO@AoKCsoAACDkEmU1/1pic%20ult.jpg?et=1utN0eKkriuT3KQtP7QIbg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h my mom. I could have been there and lived a simpler life. But my parents understood that it's not about us anymore but the responsibility God gave our family that's why we have to be away from each other for the mean time and serve our own circles.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; What matters most is our families, over and beyond work and career. To be with them, inspite and despite the uncertainties. To serve them – even indirectly. To hold on together. To run the race together.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:6068</id>
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    <title>One Cute Survey</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T16:59:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T16:59:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let me ask you one question. Would you like to read some of the articles that I write at BusinessWorld? Some of them are about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Motoring (stories about cars, drivers and new models)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Banking and Finance &lt;/span&gt;(which I am really not familiar so much but I am forced to learn),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Entrepreneurship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;(inspiring stories of entrep and their businesses - my latest interview was with Lloyd Luna, one of the country's youngest millionaires&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;and of course updates from different business industries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Since I know only quite a few get to read the newspaper, might as well give you an idea on my work at the company. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let me know your thoughts on this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>indescribable...uncontainable</title>
    <published>2008-06-07T19:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T19:27:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thinking how fast one and a half months have actually gone since I started with my new season. I realize I'm not good at telling/expressing what I really feel, how I really feel. Maybe 'coz most of the time, my feeling's been indescribable. I just can't explain, so please bear with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Those weeks have been w&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;itnesses to my life. To how&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; each day I've battled crying intensely because of the grace that I've been receiving everyday ('coz I'll be sick the next day, my nose runny and I can't afford to be).  To how everyday I am amazed of the surprises that I receive, even the little texts of how are you? from long-time-no-see friends. To how my life is being transformed everyday through the new breed of people that I get to meet and love more and more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a brief description of what's been happening to Age lately. I am in awe and privileged to share these to you. Join me as I experience the indescribable and uncontainable thing called LIFE! &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SErXaAoKCsoAAELlKAY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SErXaAoKCsoAAELlKAY1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 190px; " class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SErXaAoKCsoAAELlKAY1/1_784485451l.jpg?et=58ndUJK2qMzmRlQJ09YG2g&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;BROOD Summer Youth Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;San Leonardo Nueva Ecija&lt;br&gt;May 16-19, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you ha&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SErXaAoKCsoAAELlKAY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve not yet seen people willing to serve the country even without money in their pockets, the ones here are living examples. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SErZ0goKCsoAAGud6Zc1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 148px; " class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SErZ0goKCsoAAGud6Zc1/DSCN0408.JPG?et=EOdB%2B%2BYvCPQ7DghCcv%2BtVw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SErbwQoKCsoAAAmVhZg1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 223px; " class="alignleft" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SErbwQoKCsoAAAmVhZg1/RSCN0391.JPG?et=fylthxdV6kxf13OGH0Qm6Q&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Campus Harvest 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;May 22-24, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's been a privilege to have worked with few of the most excellent Christians from QC and Galle through the Campus Harvest. In those sleepless nights and days, I learned a lot from these guys that other yahoogroups members were not able to - and that is... MANY TO MENTION. (hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agapemiguel.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEreNAoKCsoAADapUFk1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 200px; " class="alignright" src="http://images.agapemiguel.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEreNAoKCsoAADapUFk1/rscn0502.jpg?et=02Y0t4s%2BBBFmpTj%2BEOlVdg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Mimi's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;World Music Room, Greenhills&lt;br&gt;May 29, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Women who never fail to amaze me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have not been to Anilao Trek and Dive, Ate Rache's and Kuya Henry's Wedding.  &lt;br&gt;But I share the joy of those who were there in those events. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I don't know how to end this. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>New beginnings? And more questions...</title>
    <published>2008-04-25T08:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-25T08:07:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nterviewers, my first day at my new abode really did a good impression to me. Although I know that it is one of those professions, they said, that you have  to be consistently remarkable at, unless you want your angsty-writer "mood" drive you  away from companies who rarely patronize writing as part oftheir job. In this fast-paced age, where everything changes in bits of seconds, it is the kind of job, they say, where you "really" earn your way to atleast remain within the pool of tough competitors and strive hard enough to earn a living. There are even greater writers in the scene . And just like  the art industry, it is one of those professions specialized for people who really have the gift.

Those being said, I never really thought of becoming one, of having it part of my job description, and specifically making it tagged with my name. I guess Research Associate or Researcher would be cool enough, but the title ______ just seemed flattering on my part. Oh God, can I be business writer and government administrator both at the same time? Do they conflict or can they go together well enough for editors and Cabinet secretaries to accept the idea?

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    <title>I've not written for years...</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T18:17:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T18:17:12Z</updated>
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    <title>*para sa company</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T13:17:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T13:17:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I’m asked of my name, I usually tell it aloud or just give my nickname Ẳge, so as to free the burden of repeating it, for most people find it so unusual, so weird, so out of the world. Agap&lt;i style=""&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; – only a few ones knew its meaning that is why I have to pronounce it well, spell it out or just tell them that it’s in Greek and simply means unconditional love. Well, thanks to my parents who gave me this name for in this simple instance, I realized my life could be interesting to other people. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I would want to believe that I don’t live an ordinary life. Not that I’m feeling celebrity or superwoman but I would want to think that if I’m going to live out life ordinarily, I would not live its fullest. Although things might be so usual in my daily life, the difference comes in my belief of a better and greater life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What I believe and uphold practically defines who I am. I believe leaders are not born; they are trained, honed, have been prepared for a certain purpose. Living the life that we want and living the way we want is so much of a gift but if we desire to be mature, it’s going to cost us a lot of things – maybe our pride, our self-reliance, our negative attitudes and sometimes even our most valued relationships, as what a pastor preached one time. In this, I believe in the maturing of a person and that it comes not in an instant, and he/she who widely accepts this is one day farther than the one who stays ‘there’ forever. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, I am a bit serious in this side of my life. But most of the time, I do funny things too. Hahaha. But seriously, I am a person with so much hope and optimism because I believe in the things beyond this lifetime. I believe it will not hurt to have joy on waiting for what is ahead and for giving the best out of this life. In the end, this life is not at all ours.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am ready…to learn, to live, to dream and to love. I hope my name &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Agape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; best describes what I want to give with the new world that I’m entering into. Unconditional love. Whether an enjoyable task, different kinds of people, or an unpredictable client – I hope I would learn to love unconditionally. Because I desire maturity, I desire leadership in the future, I believe this is what I want to be the kind of person – someone who loves unconditionally. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;* My description which I submitted to TNS, the company I’m working with right now. Seryoso… I just realized when I was printing it already.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cute</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T14:26:04Z</published>
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    <title>going back</title>
    <published>2007-08-13T14:20:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-13T14:20:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I mean literally. Just uploaded my blog entries from&amp;nbsp;my Livejournal that has been stuck there&amp;nbsp;since time immemorial. I dunno if this feeling&amp;nbsp;was just laziness that&amp;nbsp;it took me&amp;nbsp;more than a few minutes before I thought of something&amp;nbsp;to write.&amp;nbsp;Actually I do not have&amp;nbsp;a topic in mind. As what a sister in church recently said, "stream of consciousness" (Ocampo,&amp;nbsp;2007).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hwat?!! Hay, it is just so sad I noticed the past few days, I can't think of a book that I read lately or a story I've written in my mind (not out of fantasizing...defensive) but just a story I would want to put in the limelight, something like a movie. But I also noticed, my writing has been bad. I was not even used to writing anymore.&amp;nbsp;To the point that&amp;nbsp;I just refrain to reading the multiply's of other people. And they were good, they were so amazing and full of insights, especially Gn and Gary's blogs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going back,&amp;nbsp;I seemed not to know any reason why I need to go back to blogging. I hope it's because first, my issues are between God and me before I let other people read it and second because all those were purely angsts and rants especially when I was just starting. THank God, somehow, in that LIvejournal He changed the way I talk about things in life and the way&amp;nbsp;I see things around me. They were still more about "ME" but not the ones&amp;nbsp;which manifest my utmost disgust in the world and my deliberate irrational treatment of things, as if I know everything. Well, I know every moment written in those because I experienced them first-hand but I guess God knew all of my experiences better than I. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going back. Uhm. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going back. Uhm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess I need to go back not in blogging but in the basics. Uhmm... I need to go back to His loving arms and slow-down a bit. As I was running too fast, I forgot I need to wait on Him and let Him go&amp;nbsp;before me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>PANGALAWANG REPLY AFTER MAKAUSAP ang mga CONCERNED</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T07:32:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-08T07:32:23Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Earth and Sky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ito po ang aking pangalawang reply matapos makausap ang mga concerned at hindi ko pa po so far nababasa ang unang letter uli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Nakapag-usap na po kami ng Room po nila Ate Cathy and medyo maayos na po siya. Alam kong madami ang naguluhan, pero sana'y maging maayos na rin siya. Hay...siguro'y dapat maayos lang na pag-uusap ang kailangan para hindi gumulo ang lahat. (paikot-ikot, hay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have proven COMMUNICATION is one thing we should improve especially in an ORGANIZATION. Hahaha,I'm learning from my thesis. Good! Thanks to my course, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay!</content>
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    <title>AN OPEN REPLY TO THE ONES ASKING FOR  EXPLANATIONS for FORMAL DINNER DETAILS:</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T06:35:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T04:53:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I asked and prayed to God if it would be wise to reply to your 5-page, my better friends say, not-so-friendly-letter. I guess after some time, God just wants me to openly talk and share about how everything works in the Council and in the dorm and at the same time because it might be too surprising that in the many things and requirements we do just before Finals, someone still have had ‘much’ time to care to write such a long letter, so I would care to use this blog to care for such an effort (tawa muna, Age). Then again, I just sincerely appreciate you for making this opportunity one of the most precious because I could somehow defend the people who all these times served you without saying ill to anyone and to explain for us to fully understand. Thank you, thank you. I hope this would not worsen the case but somehow shed light on your confusions. (English majors, please correct my grammar, wahhhh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, every decision in the Council is well-thought of, laid to you as based on the things agreed upon by friends from the Council. You may not see it, but your friends and dormmates in the Council do every effort to still ask you, the other residents and the Management before we finally decide especially on things that concern us. We need to know some suggestions and reactions from the residents, that’s why sometimes our decisions were also hanging. Of course po, we recognize that this is a must. If we have ignored this fact, do you think we would care to go room-to-room just to ask your preference for the date of the Semi-Formal Dinner?... when some might think we could just immediately say ‘Hey, we are moving the Semi-Formal Dinner on this date just because we want this thing…., we don’t want that thing…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sometimes we have to veer away from some of the residents’ wants and needs, it is of course with, I hope, justifiable and understandable reasons. In the case of the Semi-Formal Dinner, these would be the reasons behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	Our concessionaire after learning about the results from last week’s GA, did not agree to cater for us because all of their staff are in Kalayaan Residence Hall, as opposed to what we have said in GA that half of their staff will stay with us and the rest would be in Kalay. We asked if it would be possible that this could be done, but Ma’am Co chose Kalay because they have more than 500 residents there and that their dinner is pegged at P200 per person. Ma’am Co explained that she would be renting two different sets of table skirts, clothing (I don’t know these stuff) and manpower just to be able to pull off both events simultaneously. Of course she has qualms on this because that would be not so much of a good thing for them as a business establishment.&lt;br /&gt;2.	Questions why Erlinda’s is our caterer? It is because our accumulated payment which would amount to P40,500 could already pay for the 270 residents and 30 esteemed guests including our Manongs and Manangs who are also invited as our way of again thanking them for everything they’ve done for us. Plus in that amount, table and table cloths will already be provided by Erlinda’s. I hope you feel how much we asked them to actually allow these tables to be included already in the package.&lt;br /&gt;3.	There are other options aside from Erlinda’s as a way of respecting the DATE most of the residents during the GA have voted. However, this caterer, Amah’s Kitchen’s package is pegged at P45,000 only for food, not including the tables and other decorations. For those who are in this thing, you would probably assume that caterers already have tables and chairs to go with their food. Yes, there are caterers with complete sets of such things, but the lowest package if this would be the case is at P60,000 as was based on “Queen’s” (please help me remember the caterer, nakikita niyo ba ‘yun ‘yung umiikot sa campus dati na truck), our caterer last year. That P60,000 would already be so much ‘bongga’. Again, for those who are not aware po (last year, because of the income from the Food Sale and the Aquabest Contract payments, we were able to get such caterer) and even afforded a chocolate fountain which amounts to P5,000 – but then, I don’t want to compare). What I am trying to say here is that the Council this year have made every effort not to ask all the fund from the residents because we know how hard LIFE is right now and we may only add burden to our parents if all our activities’ expenses would be paid for by the residents. Let me ‘segway’ (tama ba? hihi), the Javapalooza tickets for those who might probably be asking why we gave it to you, I hope you got the point why these are only two (2) tickets as compared to three (3) P30 per ticket last year. I hope that you’re in consonant with the Council Council’s heart to introduce Ilang to other people; we want us to invite our friends and not you solely paying for the tickets. (May mga magsasabi na namang ‘kung gusto niyo kaming mag-invite ng friends, bakit hindi na lang libre?’, please ask this to anyone who organizes events with bands, mobile, sounds, videos, food and you’ll definitely receive a wonderful SMILE  for why…) We hope that as we help each other gather many people in Ilang, it would be not that hard to invite sponsors for future events, as you can see, sponsors giving in to Ilang events are rare. I hope that that is your heart, too. We could have just asked everyone to sell as many tickets but we respect that some might not be able to attend and invite friends that’s why there are only two, enough for your boyfriend, bestfriend or two close friends whom you could entertain. &lt;br /&gt;Going back, as with the financial report which will soon be released by YCHEL dear, it is totally impossible now for the Council to cover the P15,000 just for the food and tables and/or Amah’s Kitchen’s maybe P5,000 rental for tables and chairs. Plus, I hope throughout the year, we have already realized that there are also outside expenses other than these. Whoever I guess would give in to P40,000 for food for 300 persons with tables would already be ridiculous knowing that in our province, one of my friends’ mom profits up to P25,000 already in P100 person for catering, and this is not formal type. Erlinda’s consolation would be that they would not be renting another set of tablewares as I have said for they will use them for their other event. &lt;br /&gt;4.	For practicality’s sake, YES, we have chosen this concessionaire because we can’t anymore ask the residents to add money because it might be too much. &lt;br /&gt;5.	As with the date, of course, it would be too impossible for all of us to be free in a certain schedule simply because we all have different schedules. We’ve been trying to fit the schedules – the caterer, the residents, those who want to go home on Saturday, those who have exams on Saturday – but we simply can’t make EACH one AGREE on a particular date, so we chose the date on FRIDAY over those who might not be able to pay MORE than the required amount. Now, I am personally asking you and begging you to be more open about this for, yes, if you may have important reason why you basically hated us for asking the residents another date other than you want and other people who needed to wake up early on Saturday, I know there is still a space left in your heart for some changes. I hope it would give justice to reiterate that four of the House Council Members would probably miss our Worship Service at Film Center in VCF on that particular night, FRIDAY because we’ve made way for the many who might be unable to pay more than the amount than those who might be able to review already starting now that I am writing this letter and just enjoy the time on Friday. We, in the Council have never promised that the time you’ll spend in these events would replace your precious time with your academics just before your exam or to whoever you would be with in this particular time (uy, nang-issue pa daw), but we sure feel privileged to have you come and join the other residents on this particular night. We sure will honor everyone’s desire to be excellent in academics just as our very heart’s desire to honor God through our academics, not just on this night but on the years to come. Lest I may not say enough that I personally wanted it on a Saturday so that I could be with my good friends and just enjoy the end of the week seeing God in that Friday Youth Service, but then, much important is again not thinking of my self first.&lt;br /&gt;6.	Although this last point might not be that much relevant to you if you are not resident last year, I would like to air this. Last year, we did not ask the residents as to their choice of the date, the House Council decided for the date of the Formal Dinner simply because if there are things needed to be accomplished asap, the Council knew what need to be set first, blah…blah, blah… Because we don’t want that to happen and we don’t want that residents might not be able to come or not really give their best shot in this day, we asked everyone for the date even if we know it would be too impossible to get the majority given the attendance during the GA. We recognized the fact that there are exams on a Saturday but as we have seen with the course of the events, we find it just right to let changes be because of certain reasons mentioned already. &lt;br /&gt;7.	We have made a deal that our dates, because we know we want them to be part of that special night, we lowered the price for them (kasi alam namin yang mga lalaking yan, bihira lang ang sila ang magbayad, ang sad no?, tayo pa rin kaya ‘yan, kaya we want na iminimize na lang rin ang prize for the dates which is now P150). If you still want po to lower the price of the food, wala na po kaming magagawa… salamat pos a pang-unawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t need to go further to show how much the Council has tried so much not to think of our personal interests and things alone. To think that we have plotted this or some sort of made this according to our own will and interest is a more than hurtful. Again, my dear, please don’t misinterpret that I don’t understand your situation, choosing a less priority (which is your dormitory, to the one close to your heart, your academics). And as you probably know, everyone of us is having exams and papers and other responsibilities outside, but I assure you, if we know who and what are our priorities, we would not on that particular night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again my dear, if you have an exam or an important thing to do before Saturday and you see that you might not be able to finish it and your attendance to the Semi-Formal Dinner might be an intervention to that activity you’ll be doing, I would really appreciate it my dears if you would be able to go to my room and let us pray for it. Know that if you are secured about who you please, God will be in control of everything, of your life, of your finances, of the requirements, of your exams, of your future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you may, let me encourage you words from the Bible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Commit everything you do to the Lord, trust Him and He will help you.” Psalm 37:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trust me, and be humble enough to talk to me about this, my ears would always be open for your questions, confusions and reactions, suggestions. Thank you, thank you dear so much. Sabi nga ni Kris sa interview niya, you have “succeeded in hurting me.” Pero sabi ko naman, hahaha, na-inlove po ako kay James (connect??!!)… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (I just pasted it from my computer today and medyo kulang pa po siya...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hindi ko pa po nahahawakan ang unang letter, kaya nabigla po ako sa pangalawang letter, pero kailangan ko po talaga mag-overnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yung result po ng survey ay ipopost ko po ngayon at bibilangin ko po ngayong gabi pagkat nasa overnight po uli ako..dun ko po sa friend ko i-upload ha??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. ngayon ko lang po nalaman kay Megan na kayo po pala ‘yun, so hindi ko nabago kung plural or singular siya and thank you po for posting the newest letter, we truly appreciate such an issue at this moment, hehehehe, wala pa kaming moments of fame....hihihihihih…joke)</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Valentines with...</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T16:50:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T16:50:05Z</updated>
    <category term="me"/>
    <lj:music>Emmanuel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am reading Boy Meets Girl right now not because the clock struck 14th February a while ago but because I just missed reading non-thesis-related books the past few weeks. Or maybe I thought. Ows?! would people who don't know me would think, not knowing I am telling the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nth time, let's just say I am inspired. A friend last time told me I had so many surprises to her the past few days. And then, of course I explained that I am inlove - which is I guess the truth - I am so deeply inloved and inspired that it overflows to the things I do to people - my friends and my loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you experience passing your thesis just before the Valentine's Day, I bet you would also know what I mean. But go a little deeper folks, for I am not happy that I may be able to date someone on this 'special occasion' but I am happy because I chose to be happy. It's the time that I can say, no partner in the world could ever replace the peak of relationship that I have with God. I'm inlove. I'm into deep. And the feeling is also indescribable. Haha.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:3199</id>
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    <title>All in One Day</title>
    <published>2006-12-19T05:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-19T05:16:34Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>Boys' yell beside me playing DOTA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">How many times would I have to hurt a person before I realize I do not have any right to do so? I bet, I can not recall. By now, I hope everything would just be alright despite your leaving without 'bye' or 'see you' around. Asa pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of promises. But between the two of us, I know I would always be the less emotionally stable. Would you also mind my feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to settle everything. It seemed my efforts would be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless, sick, tired, bored, depressed, weak - all in one day.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:2945</id>
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    <title>BRO</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T17:28:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T17:29:01Z</updated>
    <category term="family"/>
    <lj:music>Hawak Kamay by Yeng Constantino</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are gifts which when you received from certain people, whatever they are, is not at all important. As the cliche goes, it's the thought that counts." The givers of these gifts are called SPECIAL people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been touched by this certain gift (not that I do not appreciate other gifts I received from people) because I know this would be the first time this person would actually express his feelings. I am so blessed my brother is now a real man. I just received a letter of thanks from him. Although I don't actually expect thank yous from people, my brother is such a nice guy he would make you feel you are appreciated. This man is one of the few gentlemen I know. My brother, my friend and my laugh partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000ksx3/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000ksx3/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:2694</id>
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    <title>princessage @ 2006-12-13T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T17:12:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T17:15:35Z</updated>
    <category term="thesis"/>
    <lj:music>Dare You To Move by Switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wasn't able to bond with my roommates today at Cerealicious. I am again being a stubborn roommate - for being forgetful or my less priority to my roommates. "Marami na akong utang sa kanila." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling guilty. It's totally hard when you're about to choose between other people and your own academic life. I hope I am not neglecting special people at this time. Our thesis is getting busier and busier while here I am again in front of the screen typing a blog instead of the content of our questionnaire. Huh.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:2336</id>
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    <title>Paradox</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T16:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T08:21:10Z</updated>
    <category term="spiritual family"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>United We Stand by Hillsong United</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Been with few of the special people I'm so blessed to have in my last year in college. I just notice, do I always make people feel that I'm really leaving? After all the academic stuffs I'm supposed to finish. Maybe because I have to remind myself that everything on Earth is temporal and even the time I'm spending with my friends and the nice people I am honored to meet and share some part of my life with, will soon fade away. And the only thing I have to do is to cherish them. I really don't have the right to be sad at this time because I am happy in every sense of the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I really don't want to imagine how and what it will be next year, when again I say, everything is over. I still have that lingering trauma and my heart's defense is to retreat to happiness to erase such thoughts of sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received again, a gift. A clock. For some people who do not want an alarm clock, I am ready to receive them all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000pps0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000pps0/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:2060</id>
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    <title>Christmas Gifts</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T15:20:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T18:54:10Z</updated>
    <category term="spiritual family"/>
    <category term="christmas"/>
    <lj:music>Meant to Live  by Switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I could not believe, God answered my prayers that immediately. Haha. After whispering a soft prayer to God that I want the Bible as the last and grand prize in today's Christmas Party with Ate JO, Kuya Chris' and Sha's small groups, He gave me an immediate YES!!! Wohohoho... Yes, this has been the greatest gift I received from God this year, a new Bible. Thanks to those who thought of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000ht6y/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000ht6y/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my colds and a little bit of flu today, I was able to spend time with some of the women I really look up to and helped me throughout my walk with God, and some of the men whom I also look up to (oh yan, Glenn ha). The past few days had been much of overfellowship. I really hope Ate Jo and Kuya Chris would be happy with my gift. I do appreciate these men and women of God.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:1536</id>
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    <title>Surprises...</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T18:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T18:19:18Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <lj:music>Happy Birthday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My birthday as usual - although I never really expected it this time - had always been characterized with great surprises. For some time, i thought i'm fine with the fact that some people might have forgotten to greet me or not value birthdays. however, i realized i also had some bad memory that i forget some of my loved ones special dates. and so instead of thinking about the time when someone would give much importance to my birthday than anyone else, i'd rather be grateful that i am valued by some people really close to my heart. spending time with them really made the remaining days in UP worth memorable. these people are the ones worth remembering and the reason why UP is one of the greatest places on earth for me - my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00004rr5/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00004rr5/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00005xzr/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00005xzr/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00008yt9/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/00008yt9/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           18" pan pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000fpa2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000fpa2/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000g5eg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000g5eg/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          rummies (me,jen,ava,joy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i,myself was surprised when the money i brought to treat my blockmates (who happened to just convince me just after CR 170 class without preparation) was short. haha. thank you guys for spending my pre-birthday celeb although next time we'll prepare for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000904q/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000904q/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000aagg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000aagg/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another surprise from the ilang house council. these are few of the coolest people on earth, my young sisters, buddies and "kakulitans" until the wee hours of the morning. the next leaders in ilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000bh3h/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000bh3h/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   (megan,chich,anne,ychel,me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** meh, daina, anj, faizza-thank you. and sorry for being a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000cg5f/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/princessage/pic/0000cg5f/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  (four teams in ilang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my birthday would not be as complete without the blessing of my spiritual family here in ilang. this is sucha wonderful time to cherish these nice and cool people (maj, chich, karen, anne - it's nice walking with God with you my dear sisters; hazel, aubrey, gaye, budz, bea, casey, isai, gina, jinky,claire, ann s. - my friends and lovely little sisters; kamz, angel-welcome to the family; ranee, chiqui,reigna--thank you so much dears; jica dear, thank you for being so sweet, your greeting certainly made me smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vcm people and friends who greeted me either through email, friendster,ym - thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family who does not think of cellphone load just to greet me is a life's treasure. they are simply the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to YOU who gave me 20 years of LIFE, YOU deserve my thanks and gratitude. to you oh GOD i offer the years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now that i realize that even as we add a year in our lives, we do not just add wisdom as the saying goes, but also people, relationships, blessings which are few of life's irreplaceable riches.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:princessage:1306</id>
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    <title>Taking the LAE</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T11:29:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T15:43:13Z</updated>
    <category term="family"/>
    <category term="lae"/>
    <lj:music>Irreplaceable by Beyonce</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i woke up today early for the LAW Aptitude Exam. it was four years ago when i took all those entrance exams, in Ateneo, La Salle, UST and UP. and how could i forget the DOST exam or the Philippine Science Exam, which I failed to pass simply because i'm not really a "science person". fortunately i am now taking a non-science course in UP, where my parents had little to worry about financially. if i've been in the schools i've mentioned above, my brother and sister would not be eating real good food now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LAW Exam was not that difficult, however it was not at all easy. as usual,it's the time pressure that kills anyone's dream to be in that prestigious institution. i just remember one of the essential things my mom taught me when taking exams like this. the art of shading the circles/oblongs. in shading, the stroke should start from the outer circle until you fill the whole circle. it should not be a vertical or a horizontal stroke. with my being slow, even though i don't know quite a lot of the answers in the exam, it sure did help me a lot. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, Papa, Eugene and i went to eat out. it's just so good to eat after such nerve-racking exam.</content>
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    <title>Loving Your Parents</title>
    <published>2006-11-24T18:30:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T11:02:55Z</updated>
    <category term="family"/>
    <lj:music>What the World Will Never Take by Hillsong United</lj:music>
    <content type="html">pastor edg's illustration of the story of the boy and his father was extremely sad. it was because of the boy's disobedience to his father's words not to get near the water (where an alligator swims). to cut the story short, the father was breathing life-and-death, after saving the boy from the alligator's attack. the boy was very sorry. he even said "i love you" to his daddy. yet, the catch of the video was that at the end of it, the boy would be caught again going near the rivers. there was a tag in the video that wrote "UNTHINKABLE..." really, the boy's continued disobedience, having seen his dad experience such was almost unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all applies to us. sometimes we do hate, disobey and take our parents for granted. but God reminds us of His words... Ephesians 6:1-3,it says "Children, obey your parents for this is right. Honor your father and mother-which is the first commandment with a promise-that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth." this was the word in youth jam a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all our relationships start with our parents and if we want to make our other relationships work, we should be able to relate with them very well. good thing i have them as my parents...hmmmm... i miss my papa and mama.</content>
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