<?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-3269182289516750346</id><updated>2011-09-08T09:37:53.281+08:00</updated><category term='nursing'/><category term='gimmick'/><category term='Drama'/><title type='text'>listening listener</title><subtitle type='html'>Choose your own destination, don't let others decide for yourself. Mold it with love and passion and it will lead you the way... My name is Khristian and welcome to my life, my world, ME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-4101850440969180983</id><published>2009-11-06T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:51:14.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>I cant sleep, Ive tried a lot of ways to sleep but I just can't. I kept on thinking the activities that my team mates in MediCall did. We have this really crazy but overly cool trainer she's Monnette I'm not sure about the correct spelling of her name but it sounds like that. She's really good on what she is doing, teaching us English accent, grammar and all those stuffs made me and my team mates have epistaxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day by having two sets of exams those are tests to check for what we've learned yesterday and I really think I will fail because it made me conscious on how will I properly use my tenses. So I just followed Monnette's advice that if it sounds correct it might be correct, lets see if this works properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam we had an activity, we are divided by 7 groups and each group acted the situations she gave us in a piece of paper, i believe it's a test on how we use our English impromptu. So each had their act and so as me and my partner Berna, its nice knowing that this girl is very cool plus the fact that she is also smoking so I really like her (as a good buddy). Our scene is about a doctor mistakenly left his Porsche car key inside the body of the patient after surgery. I am the doctor and Berna is the Nurse/Patient and we did a lot of crazy impromptus, yes we didn't won but acting with her is worth than winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I hate geography, it doesn't make sense to me, all those figures of maps and their names made me hate them more. But this time its different, Monnette promised us at the beginning of her lecture that we will memorize all 50 states of America in one day. And guess what even if I hate geography I memorized it all because of our trainers strategy. Her pneomonics made it all easy and coloring the maps for its time zones? it helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another game we had was questions about time zones. Its really hard to tell the rules of this game but we all understand what we want to happen. And that is to learn. And at the end of the game my group got the lowest score but then again its fine, being with Dawn, Hanz, Berna and Jet made me feel confident on how will I answer our opponents questions. Thanks guys! Nest time we will take our revenge. hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our graduation day for our training. Sadly 3 of our members needs to stay for the training for another week. So Mommy Adora, Coleen, and Chuck (Mark) good luck guys we wish you all the best. And we will surely miss you. Well if you look at the brighter side you'll get to hangout with Monnette for another week right? so we envy you in that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sleep and I don't know why, blogging this already ate another 30 minutes of my time but still it doesn't work. Maybe this is the side effect of my Allupurinol hehehee... or maybe I need to take Valium already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking forward to have another activities with my team. I guess my job will be more exciting because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pictures to follow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-4101850440969180983?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/4101850440969180983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/11/training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/4101850440969180983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/4101850440969180983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/11/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-6498308430655770982</id><published>2009-06-04T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:05:42.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling A Powerful Emotion -- Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sifckwp2XOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ig5jvu0OI4Y/s1600-h/2_Jealousy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sifckwp2XOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ig5jvu0OI4Y/s400/2_Jealousy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343482006992215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For years I thought I have mastered how to control this exhausting emotion, its a combination of anger, hatred, insecurity, fear, anxiety, and selfishness. You are your own enemy, you make yourself sink in a hideous quicksand that in one moment you forgot how to get up, sometimes you make a move, you scream, you act like a child and make your partner feel bad, and the next thing you know you are even drowning yourself in a tricky illusion of a quicksand, That's why it is made, to drown you to made you feel even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you decide not to move, will it make any difference? If you don't move you have a better chance to survive, because no emotions can be seen in you, all people tough is that you are fine, that maybe you just slip in the sand, not knowing you are already drowning slowly. Sometimes when you cant contain it anymore you'll just begin to squall out especially when evidence is in your face, that's the secret of this emotion it will make you think you have a better chance to live when you shut up, then it'll make you scream till it watch you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people decides to jump on it on purpose, those people who can't handle their emotions stops their agony in the beginning, sounds like a clever idea... a coward but a clever idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few can survive this quicksand in their lives, those who mastered how to be hurt, those people who are use to feel this kind of unyielding&lt;style&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt; emotion. When crisis like this happen in their lives they manage this like an old game, where they have mastered the answers and tricks to all obstacles of it. In "&lt;b&gt;acute stress response"&lt;/b&gt; of "fight or flight response" they always choose the flight, how? I dont know... its like an instinct to them to choose this rather than fight. Maybe they'll know it's not worthy to fight an unwinnable situation. So its flight! I admire this desicion, its hard to let it just fly, the temptation to shout will always be there, pulling you and commanding you to use your lungs and shout it out. It's not being coward, its a though choice but the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to fight jealousy its like a one way ticket to loosing the game. Stay calm, be reasonable, stop being insecure for your security lies in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard I know, but I want to be belonged in those few people who mastered how to cntroll this powerful emotion -- Jealousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-6498308430655770982?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/6498308430655770982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/06/controlling-powerful-emotion-jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/6498308430655770982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/6498308430655770982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/06/controlling-powerful-emotion-jealousy.html' title='Controlling A Powerful Emotion -- Jealousy'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sifckwp2XOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ig5jvu0OI4Y/s72-c/2_Jealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-7938641509065513233</id><published>2009-05-30T11:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:20:50.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Nurses Going Abroad, You Wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SiC7nsWlVEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nc6urc9Ir-I/s1600-h/eeeyrt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SiC7nsWlVEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nc6urc9Ir-I/s320/eeeyrt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475448656581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing Nursing all I though is it's easy to go abroad because people said it's the easiest way to get out of the country. I'm telling you, THEY ARE ALL LYING. It is a dream of every Filipino nurses to go abroad after they graduate, most likely after passing the local board exam but in the present condition of the country plus the recession and all, all of this dream will remain a DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be needing Php 320,000 - 400,000 if you want to graduate as a nurse, this is just a probable summary of tuition fee of a nurse from 1st to 4th year, travel expenses are not included so as the "baon" and projects that are needed for four years, oh and not to mention the photocopies of unnecessary copies of lectures of professors whose not in the mood to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can you get after you graduate?, Distress on how to look for a job, and if ever you fiund one you will be earning Php 350 - 450 pesos of basic salary a day which is Php 7,000 - 9,000 pesos per month Php 84,000 - 108,000 annually. It's better to be hired as a call center agent if you want to earn much rather than to work as a nurse in here. Only you should not do that, because you will be needing a 2 years experience as a nurse to get out of this country, if you want to pursue that dream and earn back your parents expenses of Php 320,000 - 400,000 for your education you have to open your mind and suffer in here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I went to an agency in Malate, as somebody told my sister that this agency made her friend leave the country without experience. When I got there together with my brother, Ate Tiffy, Ice and Frances we found out that they still require 2 years of experience in order for us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have no choice but to pursue this career. I love nursing, I really do, but the adversity it gives makes me hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way in order for you to be hired as a nurse in hospitals here in the Philippines you have to have a license of IV therapy and it's another expenses for you and your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all aspiring Nurses, good luck to all of you. The key term is to be aggressive, do whatever it takes to be hired as a hospital nurse, be competitive and most of all stick to whatever passion that's left in you as a Nurse coz it's the only motivation that you'll have in pursuing this career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-7938641509065513233?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/7938641509065513233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/nurses-going-abroad-you-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/7938641509065513233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/7938641509065513233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/nurses-going-abroad-you-wish.html' title='Nurses Going Abroad, You Wish!'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SiC7nsWlVEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nc6urc9Ir-I/s72-c/eeeyrt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-1092379565726292680</id><published>2009-05-25T12:11:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:39:18.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimmick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>A Short Time of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShowpkR_rNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RAtDgZqniAo/s1600-h/lovs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShowpkR_rNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RAtDgZqniAo/s400/lovs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339633798873066706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Bhu for arranging this beautiful pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ate Lovie is the one whose supporting our family financially in everything, starting from the monthly bill of electricity, water, and rent of the house up to her kids tuition fee, our tuition fee's too when we are still studying, monthly expenses for the food and household supplies and many more. Without her maybe we're still in our house in Tondo, her kids is not in good school, Maja is not studying voice and piano lessons, Waki can't afford his airsoft and Mama don't have her collection of Prada, Versace, Burberry, Gucci, Channel, Mochino and all that stuff. We owe all of this to her, because of Ate Lovie our status in life became better. For 28 days my sister stayed here with us for a vacation, she did all things she cannot do in Ireland like going to spa, salon and all those girl stuffs that "balikbayan" use to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFsYw4NDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xNbobNg-7FY/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFsYw4NDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xNbobNg-7FY/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656937065165874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFsgXnDpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e9hZHr57ed4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFsgXnDpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e9hZHr57ed4/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656939106668178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Salon hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was looking for a job when she came here last month, so I wasn't able to give her full of my attention, but Ice told me to focus on her first because she'll just stay here for less than a month, so I set aside all of my itineraries until she leave, coz i know that's the only way I can repay her for everything she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her stay we went to different places, hanged out in different bars, and did a lot of crazy things together with our family. One nightwe went out with Kuya Dex, Ate Tiffy, and Ice we went to Calesa Grill and School both bar here in Antipolo. First we went to Calesa Grill where there are bands performing on stage, Ate Lovie had two 1 litter bottles of Bailey's, Ate tiffy had some shots of Bailey's too. Ice had Vodka Raspberry. And Kuya Dex and me had 4 buckets of San Mig Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho142zQExI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pK9oG9_fRVA/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho142zQExI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pK9oG9_fRVA/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339639559100568338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho130507EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xOpvIBhI5M8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho130507EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xOpvIBhI5M8/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339639541411408962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuya Dex and Ate Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I got drunk they made me sing in the stage, I sung with all 3 bands who performed that night. I even had a duet with Mike Chan (although I don't know him, they say he's a member of sabado boys "ata"). After that one hell of a performance he asked me if I am in a band and I told him "No" I just love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5lMBTPcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J_-l5rViz-M/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5lMBTPcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J_-l5rViz-M/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339643619245768130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5kwu4C_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7oBRWntGJ0U/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5kwu4C_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7oBRWntGJ0U/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339643611920731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5kMtcBJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NksOzvRAbd0/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5kMtcBJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NksOzvRAbd0/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339643602251023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band 3 with Mike Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5klkEUUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2YilMVTcmLY/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5klkEUUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2YilMVTcmLY/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339643608922607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Calesa Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5ken2POI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HFB1v5HEF10/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho5ken2POI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HFB1v5HEF10/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339643607059414242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Lovie's face turned red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho8llKcMJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RttsZwnuATM/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho8llKcMJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RttsZwnuATM/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339646924529873042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutie  Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we got drunk in Calesa we went to the bar nearby, it's name? "School" I'm not sure why its name is School but it's a nice place though, all those laser light, RNB and House Music made us dance so wild. We ordered Adios Mother Fucker, this drink made me feel really crazy, its a seven spirit drink that gave me hang over after that night. We woke up feeling all our limbs are broken. I hardly remember what kind of dance we did but all I know is we really gone crazy and wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho6-7Ax0wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLUxqk_nQOc/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho6-7Ax0wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLUxqk_nQOc/s320/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339645160868401922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho6_EJQP0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/m7xmN2Kq9LM/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho6_EJQP0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/m7xmN2Kq9LM/s320/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339645163319869250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flirt at School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming of course had always been present whenever she is here, we went to Gems Hotel and Conference Center here in Antipolo, the place is nice and the pool is bigger than any other resort her I think, together with the kids we had a crazy day screaming and playing like prep students in Gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpIKs2HcYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g6jkqfwhgLc/s1600-h/gems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpIKs2HcYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g6jkqfwhgLc/s320/gems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659656875176322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gems Hotel and Conference Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFtX_4_NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kIQv3VzUdN0/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFtX_4_NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kIQv3VzUdN0/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656954039565522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFtCGOnfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-ya5g4VILM/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFtCGOnfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-ya5g4VILM/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656948160568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maja, Ate Lovie, and Waki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFs8ZjcGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5ZPfXFdKMg/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpFs8ZjcGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5ZPfXFdKMg/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656946631012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They look like brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILuhIV3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o3d9QlrFZJE/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILuhIV3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/o3d9QlrFZJE/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659674503894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weee... can't trow her she cant swim hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILZVR0UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qj-heHKHzvQ/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILZVR0UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qj-heHKHzvQ/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659668817039682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILHKYb0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/JeCGBtHExgs/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpILHKYb0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/JeCGBtHExgs/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659663939497794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpIK880seI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hDJPsweem3Q/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpIK880seI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hDJPsweem3Q/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659661198275042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bukaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_hcj2AI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ud-qNZ63KEk/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_hcj2AI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ud-qNZ63KEk/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662763371517954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swim swim swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_XHJpuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7dcKO8n96NI/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_XHJpuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7dcKO8n96NI/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662760597366498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daughter, Mother and the prodigal Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_KmtaAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wQ0ZK5Vtpws/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_KmtaAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wQ0ZK5Vtpws/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662757240072194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babuy, Me, Waki Sisterly and baby Majing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpLAA6pevI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c-dkgofrmwI/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpLAA6pevI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c-dkgofrmwI/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662771819215602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeeyawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_7B-wII/AAAAAAAAAHU/aaiDvwf8suM/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShpK_7B-wII/AAAAAAAAAHU/aaiDvwf8suM/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662770239357058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll try to jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that all of us were craving to eat lugaw, luckily there's a Hap Chan restaurant in the hotel so we go there regardless of what we are wearing. I still remember Ice forgot to bring undies and shorts so he use his towel and wrapped it around his waist wearing his wet short inside. hehehe... And we end up not just eating lugaw but eating like we haven't eaten anything for years coz of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14Sk5gvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ewwf7q3xSQM/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14Sk5gvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ewwf7q3xSQM/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339639549376692978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14L6dP5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_PlJ9h4-M0s/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14L6dP5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_PlJ9h4-M0s/s320/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339639547588067218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14ssKb6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XL6y8jyBvpQ/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/Sho14ssKb6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XL6y8jyBvpQ/s320/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339639556386484130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waki and her Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early this morning she left going back to Ireland. Its quite 'bitin' but I know she had a great time with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol thanks for everything you gave us, and continuously giving us, you made our life better and we owe all of this to you. See you after a year or two. We surely gonna miss you. Love you sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Stay here maybe short but surely its a short time of happiness.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/retxed/Desktop/9.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-1092379565726292680?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/1092379565726292680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-time-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/1092379565726292680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/1092379565726292680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-time-of-happiness.html' title='A Short Time of Happiness'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShowpkR_rNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RAtDgZqniAo/s72-c/lovs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-3808454088828016836</id><published>2009-05-17T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:36:45.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>How Well Do You React</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg03TMJbrT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg03TMJbrT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I received an email from my yahoo groups, it's from my group way back when I was still reviewing at Gapuz. At first I thought it was a ghost who sent that because after the result of the board was released there are very few who were sending message from that group. But still due to curiosity I opened the mail and it strucked me I wonder why I haven't realized this a long time ago. It's called the 90/10 principle by Stephen Covey All I need is to react nice to any unnecessary event in my life and everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this the whole day yesterday and it worked. I still plan to practice this principle everyday, it feels like being in an Anger Management Class but you are your own teacher, which is very convenient and "cheap too".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-3808454088828016836?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/3808454088828016836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-well-do-you-react.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/3808454088828016836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/3808454088828016836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-well-do-you-react.html' title='How Well Do You React'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-1503205691954280583</id><published>2009-05-14T16:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:21:56.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Oath Taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkmQK8Y2I/AAAAAAAAADg/dFlXF_EwsXo/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkmQK8Y2I/AAAAAAAAADg/dFlXF_EwsXo/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805798028534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look I even wore a cap hahaha... kidding I hate that girl behind me she made me look like I'm wearing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCi1obFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR9QzbR3934/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCi1obFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR9QzbR3934/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805184564128850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily we brought Ate Lovie's cam, we didn't pay Php 500 for the official photographer of the ceremony. Thanks to Ice for being my personal photographer hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month all new Nurses who passed the November 2008 Nursing Licensure Exam had their Oath Taking at SMX. Some who's living in provinces took their Oath near their respective places like in Bacolod, Baguio, Cagayan de Oro, CAGARA, Cebu, Davao, General Santos, Iloilo, Legazpi, Lucena, Pangasinan, Roxas City, Capiz, Sulu, Tacloban, Tuguegarao, and Zamboanga. Sadly I wasn't able to join the Oath Taking at SMX where all passers whose living at NCR and nearby place took their oath. What happened was, last month all tickets for the ceremony were already sold and I'm one of those unfortunate people who can't take the oath on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for any announcement that there will be another Oath Taking for this year here in NCR, as the officers in Philippine Nurses Association who attended to us at those times when they proclaim that we can't take the oath at SMX, told us to watch for any news at PRC's website but nothing is posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Daddy received a call from PRC and told him I can take the Nursing Oath by May 13 and I can buy ticket at PNA. But I don't feel like going out that day so I decided to buy ticket at the day of the ceremony, i know it sound irresponsible but I still manage to do it hehehehe... of course with some luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCyDvqmI/AAAAAAAAADA/TKYTFpQj2w4/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCyDvqmI/AAAAAAAAADA/TKYTFpQj2w4/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805188649855586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice and Me at PRC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ice joined me at PRC for the ceremony we were one of those early birds in the place because we still don't have tickets and luckily we were early coz I manage to sit in front where the AC is good and there's a better view from the speakers and Board of Nursing, however the visitors must stay at the back of the inductees so Ice stayed and waited for me at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the first time I saw the BON. All I thought about them was some lazy, corrupt and irresponsible people whose managing nurses here in our country, but that day they proved me wrong I saw seven intelligent people in front of me. They speak so fluidly all with grace and touch of nurses' pride and compassion. I'm trying to put my jaw back on place when Hon. Betty Merritt a member of the board of nursing introduced the guest speaker, its perfect! How she introduced her was like all the words she's saying was composed like a poem where it was sung by Bocelli and accompanied by Bach I never heard any introduction like that I guess I will compose that kind of intro for weeks but still sucks, she really amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that wonderful introduction our guest speaker stood up and waved her most graceful hand to us, she is Commissioner Ruth Raña Padilla she managed to show how deserving she was to be introduced that way. She started by congratulating all of 39,455 out of 88,649 new nurses who made it in the board and added that we are special because we belonged in 44.51%. Most of all we are the first batch who take the nursing oath at PRC. After congratulating us she made few points on how to be an efficient nurse, she also pointed out the Nightingale Oath hoping that all nurses will keep their promises. Of all she said for less than 30 minutes I managed to kept some quotes from her and it goes like this: "If you choose to be true, there's a less chance for you to be popular but if you choose to be popular, there's no chance for you to be true" She showed me how to be REAL in ones profession. Nursing is a vocation, and its not easy to become a good and efficient nurse, in able for you to become one you have to challenge yourself, how far can you go to help people without expecting something in return? How can you help without someone asking you for it. Its a beautiful profession that I almost forgot because of my desire on entering the BPO industry. As I said in my last post some of my friends and family told me that its not for me, and I remember I made a promise to Him that if I passed the board exam I will serve Him as a nurse and do whatever it is that I can to be His servant, or medium to those people who need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've realized this things AGAIN I decided to pursue my nursing career and stop pursuing my so called dream job hahahaha (I always say that to my interviewers in call centers just to assure them I wont leave the company, but still it didn't work) maybe they knew I was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took my oath, a promise that every nurses made I know I can keep that promise to my country to all professionals and to God. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkmQAdpFI/AAAAAAAAADY/qdARIijTSbg/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkmQAdpFI/AAAAAAAAADY/qdARIijTSbg/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805797984576594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 50 inductees taking their Oath at PRC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkDRGTyjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNJlQFsz0YA/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkDRGTyjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNJlQFsz0YA/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805196982110770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were even quoted as special batch "cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCrxoGLI/AAAAAAAAACw/YoWiaWD1798/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkCrxoGLI/AAAAAAAAACw/YoWiaWD1798/s320/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805186963249330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I told you I'm an early bird, look at all those vacant chairs at my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-1503205691954280583?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/1503205691954280583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/oath-taking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/1503205691954280583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/1503205691954280583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/oath-taking.html' title='Oath Taking'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/ShAkmQK8Y2I/AAAAAAAAADg/dFlXF_EwsXo/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-147936487533166882</id><published>2009-05-10T23:50:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:15:18.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimmick'/><title type='text'>Klowns in Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgtOTEoJO0I/AAAAAAAAACo/NGhuZL05rxg/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgtOTEoJO0I/AAAAAAAAACo/NGhuZL05rxg/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335444273117084482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babuy and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGC-hNIxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rEdqj-kqKqQ/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGC-hNIxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rEdqj-kqKqQ/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238931855418130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Tiffy in the left watching, Ate Lovie, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGDMnfciI/AAAAAAAAACY/Veu1QvdmqQs/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGDMnfciI/AAAAAAAAACY/Veu1QvdmqQs/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238935639880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Pao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCq01J4I/AAAAAAAAACI/HMJdw2FOhIY/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCq01J4I/AAAAAAAAACI/HMJdw2FOhIY/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238926569023362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left Kuya Dex, Ate Tiffy, Pao, Ate Lovie, Mama, Babuy, Me and Waki, Maja is sleeping at Ate Lovies lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCWUJhZI/AAAAAAAAACA/UzPI55Nt3Gc/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCWUJhZI/AAAAAAAAACA/UzPI55Nt3Gc/s320/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238921063237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glady's Guevarra and Maja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCUZkx_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/25tNwwAGd80/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgcGCUZkx_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/25tNwwAGd80/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238920549124082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maja and Allan K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cretxed%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="time"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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She had her facial in the morning, enrolled in the gym late afternoon, and straightens her hair by night. While waiting for her, daddy and mama hanged out at the bar beside the salon so I joined them. Not knowing she will spend 3 hours for her hair we didn’t notice we’ve been drinking too much we had 3 buckets of San Mig Light, mama shot 3 blow jobs and after Ate Lovie finished straightening her hair she joined us for a sexy bottle of sex in the beach. I got tipsy already so we decided to go home because we still need to go to Klowns as my sister promised that to her children. It’s a gift for herself its mothers day remember?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a lot of preparations Kuya Dex, Ate Tiffy, Maja, Waki, Ate lovie, Mudrax and of course me headed to Araneta. Ice is in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Makati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; already he’s just waiting for my text if we arrived in the bar so he’ll just ride a cab to go there. I also called Pao to join us and he’s on his way to the place, luckily we got there first because if not Pao will surely be disappointed. Klowns Araneta is already closed we don’t know when and how and I surely don’t want to know coz I myself got disappointed after spending effort on going to the place plus the parking fee and my family’s faces towards me. After a few minutes I decided to ask somebody in Araneta if there’s another Klowns near the place. There’s one in &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Quezon Ave&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, and so we hurried ourselves going there, it’s almost 12 in the morning and we don’t know if we can still watch the start of the show. Crossing our fingers while going there Pao called and he’s on the place already, we met him at Chowking besides &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Klowns&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;QC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and since everybody is already hungry coz of a long journey we decided to eat there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When we got inside the comedy bar, there’s no more table left for us so we had no choice but to stand near at the bar and waited for other costumers to leave. We weren’t bored waiting for a table because the show is already starting, It’s Allan K and his three other gay friends whose performing that night, they are so hilarious specially that gay who is acting like a goat, I forgot his name but he’s weird and really funny, when Allan K asked them to look at the spotlight he knelt and start being possessed first he became a popular singer “daw” but I really don’t know her that’s why I can’t remember her name and I hardly laugh. Then he changed his character and started to talk to Mama Mary his line was: “nakakausap ko ang mahal na birhen (with all his tiny eerie voice), sabi niya bigyan ninyo ng pera ang mga bakla” hahahaha… I started to laugh really hard and I though I wont gonna breath again, he’s hilarious I hope I get to see his other performance. Ill ask my friends to go back there one of these days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After Allan K’s performance we manage to sit coz lots of customers already leave the place. Maja got a chance to have a picture with Allan K and Gladys Guevarra in the middle of the show’s break of course with the help of Pao, he's charisma once again amazed me, he talked to a guy whose working there and after a few minutes he accompanied us to the back stage and Maja had pictures with Allan K and Gladys. When we got back to our seats, Gladys was about to perform. I still manage to drink even though I felt drunk back in Antipolo. After a while Gladys sung her entrance song, she noticed that there were many kids in the bar, probably because its mother’s day so she sung some preppy songs sounding like her old character in Eat Bulaga as Chuchay she sung Dora Dora the Explorer, hahahaha… it was really funny, especially when she sung Back Pack Back Pack she changed the lyrics to Pek Pek Pek Pek she even touched her private part while singing this song and the funniest part was after finishing the song she acted like the bag pack of Dora and said “yum yum yum yum yum delicioso” hhahahahaha…&lt;o:p&gt; then she said "o yung mga tatay gustong gusto" then she pointed out the guy sitting in front saying: "itong isa sabi pa oh, oo nga yung pekpek delicioso" hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a long night Maja can’t take it any longer she is very sleepy and so her Mom decided that we should call it a night. We said our goodbyes to Pao coz he’s going to ride a cab, we wanted him to go with us but he still had to work in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its 2 AM and we managed to get home by &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;3 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I guess Kuya Dex was already sleepy so he made the van look like a jet and flew all the way from QC to Antipolo in 30 minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To Mama Happy mothers day I love you and I’ll always will, thanks for the understanding and support you've given me. I'm glad that you are my Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-147936487533166882?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/147936487533166882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/klowns-in-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/147936487533166882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/147936487533166882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/klowns-in-mothers-day.html' title='Klowns in Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SgtOTEoJO0I/AAAAAAAAACo/NGhuZL05rxg/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269182289516750346.post-424414469571426350</id><published>2009-05-08T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:25:02.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is bad, I don't even know how to start this blog hahaha... Thanks to Borgy's knowledge in internet he suggested that I should start blogging. Reasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I am a frustrated writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I need to practice my English because I can't pass the final interview to all call centers I've been applying to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I need to practice my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. SO as my unparalleled grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. And my smart spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. And many more... (I can't write them anymore, I'm starting to shrink here in  my chair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks Ice and I were trying to find a good job in the BPO industry, starting from Ortigas to Makati and Libis to Cainta, whew... i think we already tried to apply in every call center in all places that I've mentioned. And I'm tired of applying. My friends and family suggested that I should take a break, some said the job is not for me, others told me that I should practice my profession which by the way is nursing. I don't want to think about it anymore, till today. I figured out that I should accept to myself that I am not that good in English and that I should practice more than I've been doing for the past 2 weeks.  And this is a fresh start. I may not be able to blog as good as others, but who knows? I wont stop till I get what I want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So expect for more blogging from me, your suggestions and insults are all welcome in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269182289516750346-424414469571426350?l=britchakuks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/feeds/424414469571426350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/424414469571426350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269182289516750346/posts/default/424414469571426350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britchakuks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097963768689867386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nscoI8HijqM/SrsWU8EO_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bx8H-hQw0qA/S220/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
