<?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-300282654898749585</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:05:23.087+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='parents'/><category term='summer'/><category term='name'/><category term='brain'/><category term='personal pronouns'/><category term='name origin'/><category term='christmas wishes'/><category term='letter to parents'/><category term='pronouns'/><category term='brain exercise'/><title type='text'>one day in summer's bio</title><subtitle type='html'>I  WISH.........I HOPE..........I PRAY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-4823268795205187910</id><published>2010-01-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:50:57.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...just dropping by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-4823268795205187910?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4823268795205187910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=4823268795205187910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/4823268795205187910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/4823268795205187910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-5619500741284267695</id><published>2009-03-24T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:50:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT MY LAYOUT</title><content type='html'>I can still vividly remember the time when I and my friends would bring sticks in school to be used as our wand. We would imitate Harry, Ron and Hermione as they cast Wingardium Leviosa, Lumos, Perfektus Totalus etc. We were so addicted with HARRY POTER series that everything we own was harry potter-inspired; bags, folders, notebooks, pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were  times that we would all gather and criticize Rowling and her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When christmas party came, theme and codes used were still connected with Harry's life in Hogwarts. Even the name of our junior team during the intramural competition was from Harry's broomsticks, THE FIREBOLT. During the J.s. Prom, HARRY POTTER ADDICTS title was handed down to me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love Harry Potter and Rowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I haven't outgrown the mania yet. My friendster and blog layouts are still the face of Daniel Radcliffe. Even with my accounts, I use Harry Potter jargons for my passwords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-5619500741284267695?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/5619500741284267695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=5619500741284267695' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/5619500741284267695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/5619500741284267695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-my-layout.html' title='ABOUT MY LAYOUT'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-3531420515802160654</id><published>2009-03-06T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:50:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babala: This is not a poem. Ganyan lang talaga siguro ako magsulat pag emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me hope for more time to spend together.......&lt;br /&gt;....more stories to share....&lt;br /&gt;You even told me to be one of your next child's godparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started as aquaintances and developed a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;You told me your daily encounters of life's complexities&lt;br /&gt;and I was there to extend a friendly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dared ourselves, we both passed and failed.&lt;br /&gt;When we're in dilemma, we joined forces to make wise decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang diyan na lang talaga dapat ang post kaso, nang binasa ko, parang ang hirap intidihin at gusto ko rin siyang protektahan kahit ginawa niya sakin yon. Kaya ikekwento ko na lang kahit ayaw ko sana kasi siguradong masasabon ako ng bonggang bongga ni...itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang azul.&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasi yan, may naging friend ako na sobrang "minahal"? (sori wala na akong mahanap na term, alam niyo naman, mahina ang i.q. ko sa tagalog) at pinagkatiwalaan ko kahit konting panahon lang ang pinagsamahan namin. Babae siya just to make things clear. Then, dumating sa point na nagkaemergency daw at kailangan niya ng pera kaya to the rescue kagad ako at nagpa money transfer pa talaga. And after that, wala nang text, tawag or even comment sa friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang talaga ang inaasahan kong friendship. Marami naman akong friends pero ginusto ko lang naman madagdagan ng kasing bait niya. Sori na lang talaga ako.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-3531420515802160654?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3531420515802160654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=3531420515802160654' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3531420515802160654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3531420515802160654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-920418207339506935</id><published>2009-02-23T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:54:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kumusta ako?</title><content type='html'>1. eto, di na masyadong nakakapagblog&lt;br /&gt;2. di na masyadong nakakavisit sa mga favorite blogsites&lt;br /&gt;3. di na nakakagawa ng mga itina "tag". next time na lng po.&lt;br /&gt;4. busy para sa bagong work&lt;br /&gt;5. di masyadong nakakapagcomment sa mga kablog&lt;br /&gt;6. at higit sa lahat, nagtitipid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-920418207339506935?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/920418207339506935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=920418207339506935' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/920418207339506935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/920418207339506935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/kumusta-ako.html' title='kumusta ako?'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-2704739261708640417</id><published>2009-02-12T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:45:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Payak na Rebelasyon</title><content type='html'>At sa kadahilanang napansin ko sa nga nagcomment sa latest post ko na mas marami ang hindi nahulaan yung pangalan ko, irereveal ko na lang. APRIL MAY talaga ang name ko. O di ba? Ikaw ba naman ang may ganyang pangalan. *peace sa aking minamahal na ama't ina*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-2704739261708640417?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2704739261708640417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=2704739261708640417' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/2704739261708640417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/2704739261708640417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/isang-payak-na-rebelasyon.html' title='Isang Payak na Rebelasyon'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-8048659926701293483</id><published>2009-02-09T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:14:43.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name origin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Why I was Named After the Summer Months........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/250dee4ee7772aa6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/250dee4ee7772aa6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/61c52d9c6807d5a6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/61c52d9c6807d5a6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/24356fc6e11f3288"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/24356fc6e11f3288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/38014354a1906e3c" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;......is I don't Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have attended a lot of interviews from high school until my latest job (entrance, scholarship, admission, aptitude , application )yet, I don't remember I have given my interviewers a decent answer about the origin of my name. Sometimes, I would web a story to make it sound a bit interesting but I would fail at the end (well, I'm not an expert of telling lies). There are times that I would be honest that I really don't know. But the fact is, everytime I ask my parents about it, they, themselves couldn't provide a good reason. It has nothing to do with my birthday nor my parents' birthday combination. I was born in October and they were born in December and March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, my siblings' names originated from my parents' name. The eldest and the second eldest names were derived from my father's nickname, Karlo. They are Karlo Paul and Karl Jeffree,respectively. While, my ate's name, Azelle Marie is the english version of my mother's name which is Maria Azela. And the youngest, Angel Franz's name was from my father's given name, Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the BIG question is--------HOW ABOUT MY NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend, April would always laugh about my name because according to her,unlike her I don't have a right to be called by my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the idea of writing this came from jeremiah's blog...thanks to him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-8048659926701293483?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8048659926701293483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=8048659926701293483' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8048659926701293483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8048659926701293483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-was-named-after-summer-months.html' title='Why I was Named After the Summer Months........'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-837525076032104991</id><published>2009-02-07T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:33:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEB 14-LOVELESS....AT JOBLESS?</title><content type='html'>I still can't get over the resignation topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA Feb. 14 na effectivity ng resignation ko. And I dont give it a bit of damn if I'm loveless on that very day. I've been celebrating the valentine's day with friends and only with friends and I'm used to it. But what makes me want to freak out is di pa rin tumatawag ang company na paglilipatan ko kung kelan nga ba starting date ko. Nagmadali akong magresign sa company ko ngayon kasi nga I was so confident with this company. It's one of the top 5 call centers in the Philippines. With that fact, syempre naniwala ako sa sinabi ng HR  officer na tatawagan ako the week after I passed the screening process for the schedule of Orientation Program. But for Pete's sake, it's been a month. I've been doing a follow up about my status pero ang sinasabi ay within this month na daw talaga promise nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-837525076032104991?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/837525076032104991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=837525076032104991' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/837525076032104991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/837525076032104991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb-14-lovelessat-jobless.html' title='FEB 14-LOVELESS....AT JOBLESS?'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-1846855369487715279</id><published>2009-02-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:07:23.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation Blues</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia is saying "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting time is not yet coming but I can already imagine how I will miss my colleagues/friends and the company itself. And, I don't know how to spend the 10 remaining days in such a way that it will be well-consummated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a little backtrack, my stay has been a good one. I made true friends with the two persons who showed care and concern to me not to mention the fun they bring everyday as we all combat the pressure of our job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being foreign to the place, a bit to the culture and a bit to the language, I was in need of some guidance and they were there to extend me one. Thanks to Je and Jo. Thanks for sharing the laughters and ideas and for everything. There will be no way my heart stops remembering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I learned.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I got mad.&lt;br /&gt;I violated some minor rules.&lt;br /&gt;I showed my childish side.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, I'll bring the helpful ideas and lessons I bequeathed from them as well as the reminders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-1846855369487715279?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1846855369487715279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=1846855369487715279' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/1846855369487715279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/1846855369487715279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/02/resignation-blues.html' title='Resignation Blues'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-7798904660820541221</id><published>2009-01-22T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:38:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGALOG NAMAN.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a01.yimg.com/image/eefde3e4d5975e36"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a01.yimg.com/image/eefde3e4d5975e36" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been here in manila for 7 months na pero hesitant pa rin akong magsalita ng tagalog sa hindi ko masyadong kaclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the feeling would be like this nung nasa Iloilo pa ako. Akala ko madali lang kasi nga we are equipped with different kinds of media naman; telivision, radio, newspaper, books, magazines, cinema etc. kung saan matututo ka ng tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At oo, makakapagsalita nga kami ng diretso kaya lang pag nahaluan na ng maga factors like hiya dahil sa strong visayan accent na pinupuna kaagad ng mga native speakers, pag-iisip ng pinakatumpak na translation at kung anu ano pa ay nagiging katawa tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakastress talaga magsalita ng lenggwaheng di mo nakasanayan. Madalas, hinihingal ako. Buti na lang call center ang napili ng puso kong pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga kahihiyan na rin akong inabot dahil sa maling paggamit ng term. Kaya, pag gusto kong makipag-usap, iniisip ko muna ng mabuti ang mga bibitawan kong salita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga nag-aakalang silent type ako. Ang hindi nila alam ayoko lang talagang magsalita pag ang crowd ay di ko mga kaclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya tinatry ko ngayong magtagalog para kahit sa pagsusulat ay mapraktis ko. Sana walang may matatawa pag may nakita kayong mali. Ang tagal tagal kong natapos to. Paki correct na lang pag may nakitang mali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-7798904660820541221?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7798904660820541221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=7798904660820541221' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/7798904660820541221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/7798904660820541221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagalog-naman.html' title='TAGALOG NAMAN.......'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-270809126968452389</id><published>2009-01-20T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:42:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repost of "WRITTEN BY A GUY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has been reposted in different blogsites. And since I also find this cute, I decided to make this as my post for the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It begins here.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We don’t care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can’t wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell us we’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We’ll stop trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don’t be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t “feel bad”&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s expected.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say “thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kiss us when no one’s watching.&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You don’t have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s. or my&lt;br /&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Don’t take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us”.&lt;br /&gt;It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Whatever happened to the word “handsome”/”beautiful”?&lt;br /&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;with “Hey handsome!” instead of “Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy” or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn’t like it ether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he’s a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes….and say “i love you” ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it’s cute&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn’t a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you’re cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;too… And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you’re both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-270809126968452389?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/270809126968452389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=270809126968452389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/270809126968452389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/270809126968452389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/repost-of-written-by-guy.html' title='repost of &quot;WRITTEN BY A GUY&quot;'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-3210551083576808930</id><published>2009-01-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:43:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAX ISSUE AGAIN...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/7e9e50e4b07b24dc"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/7e9e50e4b07b24dc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to leave with bitterness in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my colleagues and I talked about those people who got bitterness upon leaving the companies they worked for. I was asked if I have. I paused to think if there is but I ended up with no answer. I can't think of a reason to be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, we received our pay slip and I was shocked to know that I was the only one who&lt;br /&gt;didn't receive a tax refund plus the deduction for tax is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my appetite to eat my supposedly-palatable fried chicken and vegetable side dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I called the accounting officer and asked for explanations. She tried to explain but those were trash explanations. She couldn't justify it. For that, she told me to talk to the HR Manager tomorrow because she can't answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-3210551083576808930?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3210551083576808930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=3210551083576808930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3210551083576808930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3210551083576808930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/tax-issue-again.html' title='TAX ISSUE AGAIN...................'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-8695338418822801581</id><published>2009-01-14T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:22:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my turn to say goodbye.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/493f02a62a3cd8f2"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/493f02a62a3cd8f2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/d097db8e91a4dac0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/d097db8e91a4dac0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/e3ef8eebaf2bd824"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/e3ef8eebaf2bd824" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's my turn to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by the internet cafe this morning before I go to work to make the embellished copy of my resignation letter. As I stepped on the treshold of our company, the first thing I did was I checked the addressee of my letter. Unfortunately, she's not around. She's absent for the reason I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN B: I'll leave it on her table later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-8695338418822801581?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8695338418822801581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=8695338418822801581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8695338418822801581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8695338418822801581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-my-turn-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s my turn to say goodbye.....'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-3925012161505803770</id><published>2009-01-06T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:29:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SPENT-WITH-FRIENDS HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I couldn't imagine how to celebrate christmas and new year with no one in my family around. But it all went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During christmas eve, I and my friends together with the neighbors gathered outside the apartment to share the food we each prepared. I bought banoffee-flavored ice cream. The foods were set in a round table. Aside from what I contributed, it contained roasted chicken, ham, salad, pansit, spaghetti, graham cake, fruits and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the ball rolling by greeting each other a merry christmas and it was ensued by picture taking. And ofcourse, we did not let the mouth-watering foods wait for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier before new year's eve, since some of my friends had to go to work, we decided to have a dinner together before they leave. The four of us shared the one-whole roasted chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, a kind neighbor invited me and my friend at the same time, namesake April to sing with her using the videoke. And talking about luck, my highest score was 75. I complained and suggested to the owner to have her videoke fixed the day after which they, ofcourse, interpreted as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2009 came to the existence, I dialled my phone and gave my family a ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-3925012161505803770?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3925012161505803770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=3925012161505803770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3925012161505803770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/3925012161505803770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2009/01/spent-with-friends-holidays-at-first-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-8342571376182983522</id><published>2008-12-19T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:18:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6aveEkFWRs/SW11XHpXH8I/AAAAAAAAADA/D0XyyS6f_G8/s1600-h/ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291014177280171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6aveEkFWRs/SW11XHpXH8I/AAAAAAAAADA/D0XyyS6f_G8/s320/ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adieu ms tey!, adieu kuya abe!, adieu arjay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the pantry to treat my self a glass of chilled water.&lt;br /&gt;"Last day na namin ni abe", ms tey, our HR Supervisor and the one who gave us name as "Morning Girls" told me.&lt;br /&gt;Words came tumbling and rumbling into my mind looking for an exit, yet my mouth did not permit the escape. They were locked in and the only statement which succeeded was "Di na ba talaga kayo mapipigilan?"&lt;br /&gt;And the corny Joke Time ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask WHY?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say NO! LET'S GO TOGETHER. Pero syempre di ko na sinabi no! mapaghahalatang&lt;br /&gt;matagal ko na ring binabalak na.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the final bye happened this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Arjay invited the three of us to have some pictures taken with him since he's leaving. It wasn't painful, for the eyes of the subject himself didn't show any pain. That's the magic of the word "ACCEPTANCE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE. The only permanent thing in this world is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the three of them the kind of life that they truly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again with running out words. They are locked in again inside my heart. Ay naku! ang dami dami kong gustong sabihin sa tatlo pero eto na naman ako. Cge na nga. Wag na nga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-8342571376182983522?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8342571376182983522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=8342571376182983522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8342571376182983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8342571376182983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2008/12/adieu-ms-tey-adieu-kuya-abe-adieu-arjay.html' title=''/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6aveEkFWRs/SW11XHpXH8I/AAAAAAAAADA/D0XyyS6f_G8/s72-c/ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-8052761885754821538</id><published>2008-12-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:39:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOPICS..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/mcid14_18538/simg_t_omuze2m0446612650jpg?rm_____DPK6QJ3rB"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/mcid14_18538/simg_t_omuze2m0446612650jpg?rm_____DPK6QJ3rB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://sk1.yt-thm-a01.yimg.com/image/9c1691ddd678f56e"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://sk1.yt-thm-a01.yimg.com/image/9c1691ddd678f56e" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://ts1.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=316184072704&amp;amp;id=2f700505afffa4cd2678aa7cc8324cd3"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://ts1.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=316184072704&amp;amp;id=2f700505afffa4cd2678aa7cc8324cd3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking of a good topic to write today but i just couldn't decide among the choices. I want to write about the book i had just finished reading. It's entitled "the Stone Flower Garden" by Deborah Smith which in my own point of view, is about the love for the family over love for someone special. At the same time, I also have this need to pour out my feelings towards the tax  deducted from my salary which has became quadrupled since November. Dammit! And ofcourse, I am also excited to share my ideas about the book I'm currently reading-"The Tapestry" by Henry H. Neff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-8052761885754821538?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8052761885754821538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=8052761885754821538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8052761885754821538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/8052761885754821538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2008/12/topics.html' title='TOPICS..........'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-1861870557473558462</id><published>2008-12-05T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:50:24.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal pronouns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter to parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pronouns'/><title type='text'>BRAIN EXERCISE NO. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/ds/orion/us/y_featured/local/kvzava3taigotfnxr6husdlr2e/thumbnail_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/ds/orion/us/y_featured/local/kvzava3taigotfnxr6husdlr2e/thumbnail_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, as I was surfing the net, I have encountered an account about brain exercises. One of those is to write a letter without using the personal pronouns like I, me,my,mine. As for my today's blog, I'll give it a try&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Parents,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed by so fast as if some unfathomable magical creations had bewitched the clock to work at doublespeed. It was just as if yesterday when we're all your babies clinging to your necks, holding your hands and meeting you excitedly when you're back from market to see the stuff you have for us. Now, we're away from you because we grew up and we're starting to brush the paint from the palette to the canvas of our future.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of not going home this holiday for some economic reasons is comparable to a pickax that would break our hearts. Yet, the spirit of a christmas spent with family which you've implanted in a certain area of our whole being will always dwell there and will never be idle. We are just separated by space but within our hearts lies an invisible string of unconditional love and care that keeps us attached.&lt;br /&gt;These are our wishes for you this coming birth anniversay of our dear Jesus Christ:&lt;br /&gt;1. good health to keep you strong as you travel your road to another 50 years of&lt;br /&gt;your lives;&lt;br /&gt;2. God's blessing for your love to each other not to be distracted by age.&lt;br /&gt;3. all the good for you&lt;br /&gt;4. all your simple wishes to come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABREL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it. I have composed a letter without using the personal pronouns I, me,my,mine. I have done one of the twelve brain exercises. I'm planning to do the rest this coming days. I find it so fun and challenging. Why don't you try it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-1861870557473558462?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1861870557473558462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=1861870557473558462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/1861870557473558462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/1861870557473558462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2008/12/brain-exercise-no.html' title='BRAIN EXERCISE NO. 3'/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-7500524525918050270</id><published>2008-12-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:04:18.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://img.ebooks.com/previews/000/000287/000287099/000287099-sml-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TWILIGHT" by STEPHENIE MEYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT ABOUT JUMPING ON THE BANDWAGON&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ABOUT APPRECIATING THE LITERARY IMPACT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-7500524525918050270?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7500524525918050270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=7500524525918050270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/7500524525918050270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/7500524525918050270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-by-stephenie-meyer-this-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300282654898749585.post-6481894007105062508</id><published>2008-12-04T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:52:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TANI MAKABULIG NING BLOG KO SA PAG ABSORB SANG MGA FEELINGS KO SA ADLAW ADLAW NGA DI KO MAHAMBAL  KY WALA KO HAMBALAN. TANAN NGA TAWO MASUMALANG EITHER NATUYO O MASAKO (PAREHO MAN SAKUN SYEMPRE EH). HAY! LIFE...... MU GD NA YA. TAK AN KO KIS A PRO GO GO MAN JAPUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300282654898749585-6481894007105062508?l=abrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6481894007105062508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300282654898749585&amp;postID=6481894007105062508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/6481894007105062508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300282654898749585/posts/default/6481894007105062508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrel.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession.html' title=''/><author><name>ABREL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126874591412071111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
