<?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-7081412544680599552</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:56:59.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Baking...</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi! Thanks for dropping by my kitchen. Here are some of my stories and thoughts while I'm still baking my cheesecake. Hope I can share one with you! Be safe. Ü</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-4005616607732851447</id><published>2008-09-15T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:27:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At 25...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, I was too busy at work for the past few months. I just turned 25 last Friday. It was just an ordinary day. I stayed at home after hearing mass. I was supposed to go to work that day but decided not to. I just not feel to. Damn, of course I don't want to spend my bday talking and apologizing to those angry customers with their hotel reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, what makes me regret not going to work was the surprise they had for me. I felt their going to make some tricks with me that day so I just surprise them that they can't do the surprise. hehehe! The thought of the surprise was cool. I was touched. But then, it was one of the first regret I had at the age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to say thank you to all the people who stood by me through thick and thin. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-4005616607732851447?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/4005616607732851447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/4005616607732851447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-25.html' title='At 25...'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-1208836990767374722</id><published>2007-06-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:58:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 Training Blah</title><content type='html'>Yawn! It's a sleepy night for me. I guess it's because I'm not used to sitting for all night on my chair. I'm kinda used to doing my rounds with my previous account. Well, I'm on the fifth day of my product training and the materials was not that hard but what makes it not so easy is the fact that I need to listen while dealing with my drowsiness, given the fact that they turned off the lights for the slide presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward... I went to the pantry to get myself a cup of coffee. I was stopped by the movie being played on the big screen. It was one of my favorite movie, HITCH. It was really a cool movie or should I say a feel good movie. Flashback hit me. I watched the movie with a friend. I just miss my friend. I lost my contacts saved on my phone since I dropped my phone at NOKIA center. Well, nwei I think he's doing well. It just feel good seeing the movie again. It took my drowsiness away. Look I'm now writing my training blog. Hehehe... We're now playing games. =D I dunno, am I making sense?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-1208836990767374722?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1208836990767374722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1208836990767374722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-5-training-blah.html' title='Day 5 Training Blah'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-4400920653282087643</id><published>2007-06-29T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:41:25.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Blah</title><content type='html'>Time flies so fast. It’s already 2:58am and I’m about to finish my lunch. I’m currently on training on my new account. It’s totally different from my previous account. We’re assigned on a new site. New people, new location and new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 3 days since I transferred account. I thought I’d have a hard time letting go of my previous account, the site, and the people but it was not. It was not hard since I’m enjoying the work itself. The site was not that safe but it’s quiet I should say. The fact that I’m with the first batch of agents for our account makes it easy since most of them are new to the company itself.&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward on seeing my friends from my previous account but for now I’m excited on the work itself. I’m in work mode I should say. Nothing special with my blah for today… hahaha! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-4400920653282087643?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/4400920653282087643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/4400920653282087643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/training-blah.html' title='Training Blah'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-5514487511796641870</id><published>2007-06-18T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:32:56.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RMigeeK-A/RndODv3nGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKGjB0WevJQ/s1600-h/wedding-cake-pictures-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RMigeeK-A/RndODv3nGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKGjB0WevJQ/s320/wedding-cake-pictures-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612931179812994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here comes the bride... all dress in white... Hahaha! It's the month of June and most of us are thinking that it's the month where most couples are getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my closest friend in college is getting married. But it will be this July. Though it's not on the month of June I just realized that wedding will be the most exciting and happiest day on a woman's life. I dunno! I'm not on that part yet but I'm so excited. Maybe because I just had all the clouds in my head about my dream wedding. Motif will be yellow and I will be wearing a white tube for my gown n. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was still in the night shift, I'm kinda beating the time. While on the cab, I heard some conversation on the radio. They mentioned that the reason why most couple decide to get married on the month of June is because it's the sixth month of the year. They believe that the number six ends with an inward stroke wherein it signifies good things such as wealth for the couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also heard over the radio that the reason why engagement ring or wedding ring is placed on the left hand is primarily because it's the closest to the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I went to Megamall to have a therapy since my lower back pain is killing me. After the session I had a foot spa. After the spa I went to the restroom before meeting a friend. I came across a wedding booth wherein couples can get ideas and assistance on their big day. Cakes were there, gowns and even souvenirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make m y long story short, I think I'm on the age wherein I like to attend weddings. Maybe I just want to wear my yellow gown or it is because I want to be a wedding planner? hahah! I can't tell... let's see! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-5514487511796641870?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/5514487511796641870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/5514487511796641870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dos.html' title='I Do&apos;s'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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/_G7RMigeeK-A/RndODv3nGII/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKGjB0WevJQ/s72-c/wedding-cake-pictures-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-8372750012558853233</id><published>2007-06-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T06:32:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastwood Experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a great weekend! I learned a lot though it was a long night for me. I went to Eastwood to meet our friend Nix who just arrived here in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Dinner was held at Eastwood and it was scheduled &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. But I woke up &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; that night! If Lala didn't call me I guess I can't make it that night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was so ngarag that time since I was so late. We really apologized to Lala since she's already there &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="17"&gt;5pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. We're not able to meet her since she needs to meet her HS friends as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived at Fazoli's around &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="21"&gt;9:30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. I was surprised since it was not raining hard in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Arrrgh! I brought my umbrella and I also had my jacket with me and it was not even raining in Eastwood compare to Bulacan. Well, I rushed to Fazoli's hoping that I can still see Lala before she go but I was so late that I only met Bam. I apologized and we had dinner and waited for Nix and Waffy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was not able to make it last night. Eddie said he needs to move out to his new condo. I texted Jake, Reo, Tj but no response. I guess they're all busy. Hahaha! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bads and James, who celebrated their anniversary that day, arrived in Eastwood 12midnight since they went to EK to celebrate their 1 yr of love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had great talk. Hours of "how are you?" and chikkas. It was &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="3"&gt;3am&lt;/st1:time&gt; that I began looking for Les since I need to go home. My battery was drained. It was an experienced indeed! I just realized that night that my phone was not open-line! GRRR! James' cp as well was locked to globe. Lucky us, that the girl from Coffee Bean lend us her phone to get Les' number. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make the story short, I was not able to go home since it's already &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="4"&gt;4am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. I just asked my friends to stay with me till morning. We went to Something Fishy to have some vodka but there not serving separate dish anymore since it's already bfast time. I just treated them in KFC. We talked about our problems, family, love, career and dreams. Time flew so fast that we haven't notice that the sun was already smiling at us. We left eastwood &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;6am&lt;/st1:time&gt; this morning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dudies were all mature now I should say. I'm so proud of them. I guess moral of yesterday's experience was CHARGE YOUR PHONE before going out and respect other's time! Sorry na LALA! hehehe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-8372750012558853233?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/8372750012558853233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/8372750012558853233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/eastwood-experience.html' title='Eastwood Experience!'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-85308461712173884</id><published>2007-05-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:29:11.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Butter!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I admit it! I'm still bitter. I still love him. Why can't I just moved on... There's a lot of guys who are more handsome than him. Single and trust worthy... But why can't I get over him... Maybe because I still love him... Damn! Behind those smiles... lies the real me... a girl who only loved one guy. Years have passed... but I'm so damn not to realized I'm waiting for forever! There's no second chance... There's no looking back. But here I am... still waiting... still wishing... A part of me I wish I could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-85308461712173884?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/85308461712173884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/85308461712173884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/bitter-butter.html' title='Bitter Butter!'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-7046452280648902703</id><published>2007-05-27T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:14:05.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's been a while since I last cried. I was buzzed by a friend early this morning. He was my best friend that I really missed. Circumstances according to him changed the man I used to hang out with. Maybe, he's correct. He had a girlfriend and he was promoted. We don't have any bonding time anymore. I was never busy but he is. But I can't blame him. He became a manager. I sure know that he got lot of things to do. He also has a girlfriend that he needs to give time to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why the heck did I cry? It's because I was looking for him the time I was so down. I was looking for someone to listen. I tried to tell him through our emails but he was sick. I felt I was not remembered. As if I was a nobody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Friday, we hanged out by accident. He had a reunion. I did not speak with him since I don't know what to say or why say something if I know he wouldn't listen. He used to tease me that I'm a pig. I lost weight and I was promoted. He told me that it's a good thing for me. That I should get over on what I had with the past. Something he always reminds me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the conversation, there was a realization... That you cannot demand from a friend. There may be times where the only thing you can do was to UNDERSTAND. I knew him more than anyone does. He doesn’t want to get into serious conversation. But I all let it out. I nagged him. He was telling me that I'm rubbing it on him. I did, because it's all true. But at the other side of the road, I realized that I also had some mistakes. Both of us are only persons capable of committing mistakes... He might have changed because of the circumstances he's in. I might changed, who knows. The tears cleared all the pain I was hiding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know we're still good friends. If ever he's reading this, hey you, I'm sorry! You're such a pig! Heheheh... Miss you bogs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-7046452280648902703?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/7046452280648902703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/7046452280648902703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-tears.html' title='In Tears...'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-1700545720973537915</id><published>2007-05-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:49:46.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My LUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything is doing well on my end. I don't know how to thank GOD for all the good things that are happening to me at this point in my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda experimenting on myself for the past few weeks. I’m trying to add a little spice in my life. ;p I'm enjoying it cause I now everyday has a new surprise that awaits me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday morning, I was shocked with the news that my manager told me. I will be starting on a different account soon. This time it’s really different. It’s a different field. Different post. Cool! It’s not easy because I'll be leaving the account I used to work for 2 years. I will leave the people who have touched my life. I'll be starting a new career on a different environment. But it really excites me! It will be a new world for me. I know He has better plans for me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it was just my LUCK! ;p I only have 3 weeks to go... I guess it was true... you can only get the better ones if you first learn to put the old things down. Let go and trust Him. I just did! =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-1700545720973537915?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1700545720973537915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1700545720973537915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My LUCK!'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-7553602015124729253</id><published>2007-04-27T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:52:17.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I had the most tiring week 2 weeks ago. It’s not because I’m tired doing my job but it was tiring because of all the stress I’ve been through. It was a week of job interviews. I applied for couple of post to another account but nothing happened. I guess it was not yet my time. At first I saw myself clinging on the moment. Tears fell from my left eye. Pain covered my heart. Days of little sleep. Pressure of where to go. Time passing by so fast. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I was too sensitive that time. I guess all I searched for was help from my closest friends. I tried calling them but no answer. I sure understand. It might be they’re also having these rocky times in their lives. Lucky me I also have friends at work who lend me their ears and shared their time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It took me two days to realized that it was such a nonsense! Acceptance was indeed the most effective armor in life. Peace of mind is the most important. You need to understand that everything happens for a reason. It may not be favorable to us at first but soon we’ll realized that its far more beyond what we want. Let me just quote a line from one of my friends… “not in MY time, but HIS time…”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(wink!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-7553602015124729253?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/7553602015124729253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/7553602015124729253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/bouncing-back.html' title='Bouncing Back'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-5461712958566381087</id><published>2007-04-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:07:24.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Call Center Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I've been to a call center industry for almost 3 years. Almost 10 months with Dell in Sitel and almost 2 years with Sykes. I'm currently working with QWEST, an ISP account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I was monitoring long calls last week when a message popped up on my screen. It was my former co-worker from Sitel, Raffy. It was a conversation full of "how are you and your friends..." and hellos. I noticed that there are agents already on long call. So I did approach those agents and assisted them with their issues. One agent just asked help since his customer is already asking for a supervisor. I took the call and returned to my station. I said sorry to raffy since it took a while before I answer most of his messages. I said I took an escalation from one of our agent. He then answered, "astig! e dati nung mock call umiyak ka pa remember?” At fist, I can't believe what he just said then after a while I remembered that happened in our course skills training in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;. Since it was my first job and call center, I was not confident at all. I don't know how to respond properly to a customer's concern. All I remember was after my mock call my trainer gave feedback in front of our class that I almost felt humiliated. I then asked permission if I could go the cr. Then suddenly tears flowed through my eyes. Funny! I was so shy that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;And now, with Sykes no more mock calls can make me cry... Live calls and even escalation from irate customers... Experience is the best teacher I should say... I learned how to deal with all types of customers from dell. I learned how to stand on my own. Everything was unsupported but I need to give the best customer service. I managed to deescalate all calls since most of our L2 will not take our escalated calls but instead will tell you to deescalate the call. It was hard but I learned a lot from my experiences. Now, I'm not the cry baby on a mock call... I'm now taking escalation calls... hehehe... I loved it! Ü&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-5461712958566381087?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/5461712958566381087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/5461712958566381087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-call-center-life.html' title='My Call Center Life!'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-666953954399531762</id><published>2007-03-24T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:59:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In my 23 years of existence, I just started to realize that life indeed was beautiful. It may not give you everything that you want but it will show you all you need to learn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I was never born a writer. I'm a girl with a simple mind. I may not be able to speak the language of politics or current events but I'm a girl who speaks my own opinion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today I want to tell the whole world how lucky I was. I never won the lottery. I may not have all the riches in the world. But I'm proud that I have a loving family, supportive and trusted friends and of course I love my job. I may have failed with my past relationship but I learned from it. I became a stronger person. Being single was fun. I was able to travel to almost a lot of tourist spot and I was able to buy everything that I want. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Change is constant. They say a man will never be contented with his life. I guess I will not oppose to that statement. It's alright to dream. Dream high. Just make sure at every step of your way you never failed to look back to those people who mold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; the real you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm still young. I have a lot of dreams. I am just starting. I still want to buy my own house and car. Get married and have a family of my own. Travel around the world. Explore everything the vast universe can offer. As I walk to this dream, I want to thank all of you. Yes! You... we may be friends, enemies, relatives, not-so friends, co-worker but indeed you once touched my life. Ü&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-666953954399531762?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/666953954399531762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/666953954399531762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-writing.html' title='Just writing...'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-1255786699822857227</id><published>2007-03-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:42:39.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s “aaRDee” day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Finally! It’s my rest day. I had a hard week. I just started my diet a week ago. Haha! Funny! But it’s true. Fruit Diet! Less Carbo! And I’m damn serious. Why? Not for anybody but for myself… I’m looking forward to look great on the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September. What for? Hmmm… it’s a sweet little secret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;But finally it’s over. During rest days, I’m allowing myself to have 3-4 tablespoon of rice or have a small pack of junk food. No more sweets. Maybe… not for now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m looking forward for a new week. New set of responsibilities. Diet recipes to try and a lot more weighing! FYI! I just lost 2 pounds… that is if I’m right. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-1255786699822857227?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1255786699822857227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/1255786699822857227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-aardee-day.html' title='It’s “aaRDee” day!'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-8588059156975745464</id><published>2007-03-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:17:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super X-GF Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's a long day for me. I woke up early this morning because I slept &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;3:00pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; last Saturday and I'm just too lazy to wake up. I went to Mass and did the laundry today. Sit back to my pc and kept browsing the whole day. I went to sleep at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="13"&gt;1pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; and I didn't thought it was &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="17"&gt;5:30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; already. So bottom line... I did get enough sleep that's why I'm having a hard time getting one tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get my self sleepy, I just watched Super X-Girlfriend. It was a normal film I should say. But what made me write about it? Maybe because I was once an ex-girlfriend. I just asked myself did I do the same mistakes she did. Maybe I did a different way to try to win my ex back but luckily it didn't work out. Lucky? YES! Cause I can't imagine myself with him at this point of my life. Why? Because I realized I deserve someone better and the fact that I know his happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing that caught my attention was the way the lead actor broke up with his girl. It sounds familiar. As if it was the same line. It's not that it's the same words but same reasoning. I was the first one to break up with my ex. Just to say that I still have my pride. But during our last month together I was hearing some same reasoning from him. That we should give ourselves same space. That it was him who's having issues and not me. Same old excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all I noticed that the movie was right. It was true. That after a break up you will only forget once you met the one who will make your heart whole again. Someone who will make you smile. Time heals all wound. Regardless how deep is the cut. I found a guy who made me smile after the break up but then again I lost him. But I keep on smiling again. Not because I met again another Romeo but because I've proven myself that I was strong. Each day I loved finding something new about myself, my goals, and my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an X-girlfriend does not mean your a loser or you have failed. It only proves that in this world there is only ONE right man waiting for you. And it's the one from God. So why look? If all you have to do is enjoy, have fun and wait for the right one! Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-8588059156975745464?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/8588059156975745464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/8588059156975745464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-x-gf-review.html' title='Super X-GF Review'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-443317296332866260</id><published>2007-03-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:57:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Bloomer Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a hard time thinking of a name that will fit my personality. I woke up 3:30 am and started browsing and looking for a cool name til 5:30 am this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was excited to create my own blogspot. I think it's so cool! But I'm kinda sad since I'm a late bloomer blogger. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;But it doesn't matter... cause I had started something new today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-443317296332866260?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/443317296332866260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/443317296332866260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/late-bloomer-blogger.html' title='Late Bloomer Blogger'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081412544680599552.post-898546067419768584</id><published>2007-03-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:19:32.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who stole my Magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;    Yesterday my co-worker lend me a book about heartaches and break ups. I was indeed excited to read about it since I know I can relate to the stories on the book. Not because I just broke up with somebody recently but let's just say I'm still feeling hurt when I do remember my past love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    I left my office 8:30 am and went straight to the bank to pay my bills. I was three hour late going home since my shift ends at 6am. Our team also had a meeting and we just signed a contract that binds us to our account for 6 months. Not to mention a 1k increase in our salary provided that we pass our quarterly exam. To continue, I was so excited to read the book that I even started reading while I was on my way home. I admit I see myself smiling everytime I read a story like mine. As if I'm the main character on the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    I was only hurt twice. Or let say thrice but the first one was not really considered since it's just a puppy love. But I admit I had fights with my bestfriend during my high school days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    The first major time I was hurt was when I had my boyfriend for 16 months. It was a breakup that really left me crying for months. I'm just starting my work with Sitel back then. I can still remember my shift starts at 12am and ends 9am in the morning. The day I broke up with my ex I was awake for 3 straight days. That was the worst feeling I ever had. No peace of mind. My heart swelling in pain. The urge of calling and seeing him. The fact that he left me for his teacher was insane! I even told my friend a joke that my last name was "maestro" and that means I'm also a teacher. Funny huh?! But he was the guy I loved most in my life. He taught me how to love and be loved in return. But it ended in a sad way. Maybe he's not really meant for me. Last thing I heard from him was that he was getting married with the girl. Her mom even invited me to see their wedding. Like duh?! Who wants to see the guy you love saying "I do" to the girl who stole him from you? But my bitterness was all gone. I learned a lot from my heartaches from him. I was stronger than before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    5months after I broke up with my ex, I realized I was falling for another guy. This guy was the recent guy who gave me a punch in my heart. Not because we broke up, since there was never really an "US" story, but because I was there when he broke up with her girl and until now that she has a new gf. It was wonderful during the start. It was always a kilig moment when I was with him. I thought he was different from my ex. He was gentleman. Loyal. Loves his family so much and he's into sports. He was indeed an ideal guy. If I loved my ex 101%, I loved this recent guy 80%. Not because I loved my ex more but because during those time I started loving myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    But how did I love thee? Let me count the ways... Though, I loved my ex more, I'm not sure if you're going to believe me on what I did the for the sake of love with this guy. Believe me or not I went to Baclaran and prayed the novena for 2 years. Yes, for two years! 2 years of consecutive Wednesdays! Rain or Shine! I asked Mama Mary if I could win my guy's love but I was wrong. I keep on telling myself it was a "NOT NOW" but I guess her answer was a clear "NO". I kept listening to all his stories about his girls, though it's wounding my heart. Everytime I checked my account, I was always checking on his page. Any details about his girl makes me cry. But still I keep on checking his page. I was even called "martyr" by my friends. I'm a fool indeed. But that made me strong through the years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    I don't want to be plastic. Of course, deep inside my heart I hoped that my love will be returned. But that didn't happen. He just sees me as a friend. That's ok. I learned how to love unconditionally. Believe me I loved him with all respect. I respected him as a person and I respected his decision. I want him to be happy and so be it. I let go of my illusion,,,FINALLY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    To end my story short, the book was right. Never listen to any sad songs, never call him when you want to, never look back, go on a vacation, try something new, engage yourself to new things, cry out loud! This worked for me for a while... hmmm... I guess not only for a while... cause I can say I moved on... I was not crying myself to sleep at night anymore... I still remember I wrote in my last blog that I was bitter no more. Yes! I am not... hahahha... Finally! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "sometimes, you have to try not to care no matter how much you do. Because sometimes, you can mean nothing to someone who means everything to you..." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-=Ü=- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7081412544680599552-898546067419768584?l=poshblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/898546067419768584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7081412544680599552/posts/default/898546067419768584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poshblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-stole-my-magic.html' title='Who stole my Magic?'/><author><name>I_love_cheesecake</name><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></entry></feed>
