<?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-5260502183563550414</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:54:07.990+08:00</updated><category term='features'/><category term='core thoughts'/><category term='BUSey'/><category term='me'/><category term='a love story...'/><category term='so sick.'/><category term='my ordinary days'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='half happy and sad'/><title type='text'>shey.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1413521413863935560</id><published>2012-01-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:54:08.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Bohol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK_FkEqKytc/TyAy4Fgf3rI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ao6iEb-LDu8/s320/Bohol2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701613067383594674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18ndYES1n74/TyAy36_rARI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0xXa0GKcx4I/s320/Bohol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701613064561557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5YNggHgVVo/TyAy4OkzRDI/AAAAAAAAA94/0Ko2f-tBo-A/s320/Bohol3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701613069817562162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see me soon! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits to: &lt;a href="http://www.amarelaresort.com/" target="blank"&gt;Amarela Beach Resort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1413521413863935560?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1413521413863935560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1413521413863935560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1413521413863935560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1413521413863935560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-bohol.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK_FkEqKytc/TyAy4Fgf3rI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ao6iEb-LDu8/s72-c/Bohol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5814160648872816459</id><published>2012-01-22T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:11:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAR SCHEDULING DEPARTMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagbigyan nyo na po ako sa hiling kong Saturday and Sunday OFF. Or kahit AM Home Reserve nalang. Naging mabait naman po ako sa inyo. Pag tumatawag kayo, sinasagot ko naman po. Upgradeable din po ako. Lol. Please please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5814160648872816459?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5814160648872816459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5814160648872816459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5814160648872816459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5814160648872816459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-scheduling-department-pagbigyan.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-151540788117241100</id><published>2012-01-19T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:55:50.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;driving has never been this fun... and stressful. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aodaP9rsef4/TxehB8McBTI/AAAAAAAAA9I/xPz6ZiMD-uM/s320/day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699200908170888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1 (3 hour practice plus an hour of leisure activity at Nayong Pilipino, Clark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W38CoMYFxEQ/TxehCEdhzxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6XxUYrDxWwU/s320/Day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699200910390054674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2 (plus duty free plus MCDO)&lt;/span&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/5260502183563550414-151540788117241100?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/151540788117241100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=151540788117241100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/151540788117241100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/151540788117241100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/01/driving-has-never-been-this-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aodaP9rsef4/TxehB8McBTI/AAAAAAAAA9I/xPz6ZiMD-uM/s72-c/day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4101179733590440978</id><published>2012-01-07T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:17:04.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five months, I've been taken out of my comfort zone. August of 2011 when we started our cabin crew training in Manila. I had to move out from my hometown because of my busy schedule. We finished ground and in flight training by November. And what a good way to start the month of Christmas, I had my first ever productive flight (meaning 'with pay') on the first day of December. So mathematically speaking, I have been flying for 83 hours now. Ahem, humbly to announce that I'm one of the high flyers for December. =) anyway, those are the few bits that happened to me during the last half of 2011. I could say, I have been extremely fruitful! And it's all by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue what I wanted to point out in this post. . . January 1, 2012, as soon as we landed Manila, I received a message from my co-crew informing me that we are finally and officially Clark based crews! Wuhoo! Happy new year to me! I've got my first exceptional harvest for 2012! PAMBIHIRA! It's an answered prayer. =) we thought we would have to wait for our visas (about 3-6 months) before we'd be based in Clark. But God is an amazing God. Nothing is impossible to Him. I say nothing! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, my stay in Manila was a great challenge. . Before I moved there, my life here in Pampanga was the place itself. I get to sleep in my comfortable bed, eat whatever I want, get everything I need. . . It isn't because I'm a brat that I couldn't move out without my mum  nursing me. No. More than those pampering I get from home, it's the church that defined the challenge I was about to face. My life revolved around the church: Worshiping God was my pastime. Making disciples was my routine. Serving God was my pleasure. I call that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;. And so that job promotion was a test to me. How could I worship God without my fellow Christians? How could I continue to make disciples in an unfamiliar place? How could I serve God outside the church? Losing God's presence was and is my greatest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved in Manila, I exerted extra effort in seeking God. Everyday in my life there was depended to God. For I know that without Him, I'd be totally lost there. An hour of my morning was devoted solely to God.  I created my melodramatic scenes every night I seek God's face. At the end of the day, I could always say that God's awesome presence was with me there. Every day. Every single hour. I managed to attend Saturday/Sunday celebrations at Victory Ortigas Church. And I have never imagined that God's presence would be that stronger and powerful. God exceeded my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for not forsaking me. I could say that my relationship with Him grew even deeper after that. And now that I am back to my comfort zone, I pray that this time, it would be exceptional. Far better than my stay in Manila. I pray that this time, our relationship would continue to grow and get stronger everyday. I pray that this time, my mornings and nights would turn as exceptional devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that, whether in joyful moments or in painful times, my comfort zone would always be God's presence.&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/5260502183563550414-4101179733590440978?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4101179733590440978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4101179733590440978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4101179733590440978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4101179733590440978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-comfort-zone-for-five-months-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7276872183339624611</id><published>2012-01-03T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:46:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy  new year!=) Thank you for always listening to me. You've witnessed all  my ups and downs. You've seen me perfectly in love, and been there when I  was totally broken. Thank you for always reminding me that I get better  and better each day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY to my blog&lt;/span&gt;! 5 years and  counting. Let's keep together more happy thoughts and countless  blessings this 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7276872183339624611?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7276872183339624611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7276872183339624611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7276872183339624611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7276872183339624611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-thank-you-for-always.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8123988837553570521</id><published>2011-12-29T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:47:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Undivided Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: Ptr. Ru dela Torre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hpbYGRN75FU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8123988837553570521?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8123988837553570521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8123988837553570521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8123988837553570521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8123988837553570521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/undivided-heart-preacher-ptr.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hpbYGRN75FU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7405259744597908758</id><published>2011-12-28T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:05:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When they saw the  courage of Peter and John and realized that they were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; unschooled&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ordinary men&lt;/span&gt;, they were astonished and they took note that these men had  been with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Acts 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we have nothing to brag, God's glory becomes more evident. So if you feel like you have nothing left, don't get discouraged. You are actually glorifying God by acknowledging His power in your life. You may be unschooled, untrained, an ordinary one, but remember that God loves to use people like you. You are God's masterpiece. Keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay humble and give all the glory to God =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7405259744597908758?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7405259744597908758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7405259744597908758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7405259744597908758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7405259744597908758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-they-saw-courage-of-peter-and-john.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7463472048588956478</id><published>2011-12-27T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:10:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got three sweetest birthday presents from three unexpected people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from a passenger who overheard about it. He handed me a copy of The Corps Magazine, in which he is part of it, just before he disembarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from my co-crew who surprised me just before take off. She said she remembered my birthday before she left home that day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kaya pala muntik ng ma-late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other box from our Captain who just regretfully bought it from our inflight sales (said he could have given me a cake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON BOARD!!! Yihee =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7463472048588956478?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7463472048588956478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7463472048588956478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7463472048588956478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7463472048588956478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-three-sweetest-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5110160015125653095</id><published>2011-12-19T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:45:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K-I-S-S-I-N-G ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's funny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5110160015125653095?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5110160015125653095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5110160015125653095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5110160015125653095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5110160015125653095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/k-i-s-s-i-n-g-hes-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4635334877113824021</id><published>2011-12-13T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:42:25.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  thank God the most for the painful trials I had experienced. Because  when I think about them now, I no longer remember the pain, but how God  embraced me through those moments; how He comforted with His loving  presence; and how He turned my sadness into joy. Who wouldn't be  thankful for that? Indeed, James was right when he reminded us to always  praise God even in painful moments and to consider trials as pure joy  (1:2). =)&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/5260502183563550414-4635334877113824021?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4635334877113824021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4635334877113824021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4635334877113824021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4635334877113824021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-thank-god-most-for-painful-trials-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5075426881608171704</id><published>2011-12-07T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:44:01.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I made a twitter account just to qualify for the online raffle contest, hoping to win free Belle de Jour Power Planner 2012! Haha. Didn't realize I was this desperate. :D I so want to have this planner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/seysweettweets" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitter-badges.s3.amazonaws.com/follow_me-c.png" alt="Follow seysweettweets on Twitter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5075426881608171704?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5075426881608171704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5075426881608171704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5075426881608171704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5075426881608171704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-made-twitter-account-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5497731280328960339</id><published>2011-12-07T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:05:28.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ACCEPTANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  realize that things get a lot better the moment you ask God to help you  ACCEPT the situation, instead of begging Him to CHANGE it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll most probably be celebrating my birthday slash noche buena away from home, I still feel blessed. It would be my first time to celebrate holidays above the clouds. Hm what about that kind of optimism? Not everyone gets that privilege. ;) plus, I'll be celebrating Christmas and New Year on board. It's one of the perfect time to sell in flight sales as all passengers amazingly become generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to be away from your loved ones though. But it's part of growing up =) yah. I'm a grown up now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another reason why I suddenly felt upset when I saw my roster for December was that I can't attend Saturday and Sunday Celebration at His Life City Church in my province anymore. The church I love and the happiest place I consider here on earth (next to Disney Land).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that would mean I'll be a regular attendee at Victory Ortigas. But I realize it doesn't matter which church I'll go. It's the same God that we worship. In as much as I feel God's presence at HLCC, it's the same way at Victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good morning! =)&lt;/span&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/5260502183563550414-5497731280328960339?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5497731280328960339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5497731280328960339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5497731280328960339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5497731280328960339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/acceptance-i-realize-that-things-get.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3838340479254254256</id><published>2011-11-24T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:52:02.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me not see your pain again. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't think twice in rescuing you.&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3838340479254254256?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3838340479254254256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3838340479254254256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3838340479254254256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3838340479254254256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-me-not-see-your-pain-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2926599434098528126</id><published>2011-11-24T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:16:29.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Oliver James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YCnCg78_X-k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="277" width="330"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="330"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lyrics.stlyrics.com/lyrscroll.swf?page=http%3A//www%2Estlyrics%2Ecom/lyrics/whatagirlwants/greateststoryevertold%2Ehtm" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="lyrscroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="all" height="200" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/whatagirlwants/greateststoryevertold.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I fell in love with Oliver James. What a sweet serenade ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2926599434098528126?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2926599434098528126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2926599434098528126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2926599434098528126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2926599434098528126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/greatest-story-ever-told-by-oliver.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YCnCg78_X-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6082927328397781657</id><published>2011-11-23T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:14:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pag ba new haircut, brokenhearted agad? Di ba pwedeng nagsweldo lang muna? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag5FxJkqrxE/TszWRDAns_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/pBLLGEabdWQ/s320/OurGODisLOVE012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678148818561381362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJkCLnpVvzs/TszWRL1t5fI/AAAAAAAAA8k/FrKi52SMCfI/s320/OurGODisLOVE005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678148820931569138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ly17lmHVo-E/TszWRZVAfFI/AAAAAAAAA80/C4S7ugIapDY/s320/OurGODisLOVE013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678148824552471634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just kissed my long blonde hair goodbye not so long this afternoon :) I've been wanting this short haircut. As a 2p cabin crew, we are required to have our long hair in ponytail and BRAIDED. Imagine, you wake up early, dry your hair, then perfect that historical braid. And you better hurry 'cause you don't wanna end up running with your trolley through the airport. It's cute, yes. But doing it almost everyday? Nah. That hassle of fixing your hair especially during early morning flights, oh, I'm so done with that. And that gives me additional thirty minutes to polish my makeup :)&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/5260502183563550414-6082927328397781657?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6082927328397781657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6082927328397781657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6082927328397781657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6082927328397781657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/pag-ba-new-haircut-brokenhearted-agad.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag5FxJkqrxE/TszWRDAns_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/pBLLGEabdWQ/s72-c/OurGODisLOVE012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7716246840006594692</id><published>2011-11-22T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:22:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facing Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right before her eyes were them – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. It was like she was caught in a situation where escape is not an option. It was her first time to see them together and she saw how he looked at the girl intently. This was her greatest fear. She knows she couldn’t control her emotions. It happened a lot of times whenever she sees him walking passed her, making her feel a complete stranger. So of course, she didn’t want to be in yet another worse scenario where she couldn’t keep the tears from falling, where everybody sees and pities her. And so seeing them together would mean a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deeper cut&lt;/span&gt;. But praise God He answered her plea – not to let that happen unless she is prepared. And it was far from what she imagined would be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she gracefully walked passed by them, she was wearing her sweetest smile and everybody’s waving her hi and hellos. She wanted to stay at the moment and appreciate the people who were greeting her, but she didn’t want to make an awkward scene. She moved on and slowly walked while absorbing what she just saw. It was them! In a beautiful Sunday afternoon, she unexpectedly saw the guy she dearly loves, and the girl whom his heart belongs. What could be more upsetting than that? But no, she was wrong. Because she still found her self smiling after that. The pain and tears she was expecting didn't happen, and it never did since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God allowed that to happen when He knows she can handle it. Honestly, she felt her heart beating ten times faster than normal. But nonetheless, she was able to face her giants. Well, God made her able. It was the perfect time to face her fear. She didn’t know she was prepared for that until it happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was easier than what she thought it was gonna be&lt;/span&gt;. She chose to be happy and ignore the giants. Praise God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess trusting God will always make things easier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that time your  mouth will be opened; you will speak with him and will no longer be  silent. So you will be a sign to them, and they will know that I am the  LORD.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ezekiel 27:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7716246840006594692?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7716246840006594692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7716246840006594692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7716246840006594692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7716246840006594692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/facing-giants-right-before-her-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3420889386875454416</id><published>2011-11-19T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:00:30.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Strength &amp;amp; Weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about having a not-so-good memory is that I easily forget painful experiences in life, and consequently forgive the offender. I remember the person but not the offense. I remember that we had an misunderstanding, but not the details. I remember that we fought over something, but not the reason. I remember that someone had hurt me before, but not as bad as it really was. I remember the name, but not the rumors about him or her. See? I live a life of no regrets, no hatred, no bitterness, no hard feelings toward another. Like when I accidentally met someone from the past, he was like shaking in fear that I may slap his face, but he was puzzled when I gave him a 'high five' instead. And he gave me a look that says, "I'm sorry". Without that expression, I wouldn't remember what he did to me or how bad he hurt me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story was when I was sitting right beside my 'ex', and people began teasing us. If they hadn't done that, I wouldn't remember that he was my 'ex'. LOL. Seriously. I know, of course, that he has been a good friend, but I almost forgot that we had a bad breakup. That was funny actually. Well, I consider this as my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't always an advantage. I've had plenty of good memories in my childhood and school life, but it's awful how I can't retain those events in my mind. And I feel sorry each time an old friend would come to me and would gladly tell me funny stories we've shared when we were young, and I was just staring blankly because I couldn't remember what he's/she's saying. That's distressing. Also I easily forget names and faces of people who had been recently introduced to me. And this is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weakness.&lt;/span&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/5260502183563550414-3420889386875454416?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3420889386875454416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3420889386875454416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3420889386875454416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3420889386875454416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-strength-weakness-whats-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6798425154503386515</id><published>2011-11-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:36:11.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; 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After eight long months, **** and I are back to being friends. Though we did not patch things up from what had happened before, we know that we don’t have to. No apology was needed, just an effortless hi-hello greeting. That would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be as close as before, but things are better now. I couldn’t ask for anything more than that. I’m happy with what I have right now. And I can see that he’s doing good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I cried to God about this reconciliation. I can’t just throw a friendship like that (I wonder how other people deal with that). God just answered me. Hmmmmm. Isa nalang. I pray that, in no time, ****** and I can have that effortless hi-hello greeting, too. I’ll be soooooo at peace then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7908148445056752311?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7908148445056752311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7908148445056752311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7908148445056752311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7908148445056752311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/reconciled-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5263761448071791583</id><published>2011-10-25T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:55:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a beautiful dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up smiling. I could not remember what was my dream. All I know it was a beautiful, a very beautiful one. I tried to recall what or who was in my dream, but I just couldn't. As the day passed, I suddenly had a flashback of my dream. It was him. I saw him smiling right in front of me. I was laughing as he was doing funny faces. He was looking straight in my eyes. Or I think I was holding a camera. It was as if nothing has happened between us. It was as if he loves me. I guess the thing that made it beautiful was that he was smiling at me - the smile I've been longing for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt glad and sad at the same time. It was the first time that I had him in my dreams. Yet, I felt some sort of self-pity. Was I this desperate? God knows my heart. And I don't wanna go into details about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's still good to remember that whatever trials I am facing right now, I AM NOT ALONE. God's been my encourager.&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/5260502183563550414-5263761448071791583?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5263761448071791583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5263761448071791583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5263761448071791583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5263761448071791583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/beautiful-dream-this-morning-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2730179245124003198</id><published>2011-10-21T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:40:44.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--x5uph3vMlM/TqF91GYhxxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bjtTWJSriDo/s400/317534_2219005508818_1058060430_2355336_582192475_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665948157408823058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been part of Wildfire, the youth ministry of His Life City Church for almost one year. And we've had like 2 concerts since then: WORSHIP BLAST last Dec 2010 and ROCK @ THE TENT held last March 2011. And I regret I failed to attend both events. It's not that I intend not to come. I was too sick during the Worship Blast concert. And I babysit my nephew who was confined in the hospital during the Rock @ The Tent. So to this date, this is the first concert in Wildfire that I am going to attend - OUR GOD IS LOVE. And I'm so uber excited! This time, the Enemy can't stop me. It's even amazing how God cleared my flights. I had my last flight for the week yesterday. Today is my rest day. Tomorrow is gonna be the big day. The day after tomorrow is also my rest day. My next flight will be on Monday =) so favored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, I'm no longer part of this youth ministry in my first ever attendance with all the Wildfire's concerts. I now belong to the young professionals, Catalyst, ministry of the church effective last October 8. Pero young at heart naman kaya okay lang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, tomorrow's also the seminar on teachers' empowerment. It's a meeting among the teachers of kidzlife, the kids ministry of His Life, and God. And Lord knows I can't do it alone. I need His presence. His Wisdom. So goodnight worshipers! See you all tomorrow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, here's the glimpse of what's going to happen tomorrow. Just a glimpse, because it's going to be superb than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wOn1OJuiYq8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5260502183563550414-2730179245124003198?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2730179245124003198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2730179245124003198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2730179245124003198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2730179245124003198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-part-of-wildfire-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--x5uph3vMlM/TqF91GYhxxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bjtTWJSriDo/s72-c/317534_2219005508818_1058060430_2355336_582192475_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3566560986059116079</id><published>2011-10-19T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:04:06.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina Liar - Show Me What I'm Looking For (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5IqCfxgKZd8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOW ME WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;Should have done better than this&lt;br /&gt;Please, I’ll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I’m finding it hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;So show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wanted this far too long&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes become regrets&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to love abuse&lt;br /&gt;Please show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Just save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do better than this&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0in;  mso-para-margin-right:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A thousand feet closer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found a one great reason why I should look forward to flying, enough to keep on keeping on. Flying could be a stressful thing to some cabin crews. Pressure on safety and security versus OTP (On Time Performance), pressure from passengers, and yes, pressure in the ears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But hey! Here's the thing: I’m a thousand feet closer to God!!! Each time I take my seat in the cabin, I look into the sky and utter my prayer requests, all kinds of petitions. Such a selfish reason that my prayer reaches Him first (30,000 times faster than anybody else), but that’s what motivates me =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3406718153603449105?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3406718153603449105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3406718153603449105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3406718153603449105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3406718153603449105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/normal-0-false-false-false-en-ph-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1359674343923423271</id><published>2011-10-15T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:35:18.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She says 'Hi'. He'll just sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;She's not good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;When she says 'Hi',&lt;br /&gt;he'll give her a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;His silence kills her.&lt;br /&gt;His look crashes her.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much she tries to hide the pain,&lt;br /&gt;her eyes can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;She still gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing she prays,&lt;br /&gt;that he would let her love him. . .&lt;br /&gt; even just for a day.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if he won't feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Just let her love him. . .&lt;br /&gt;even just for a day&lt;/del&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/5260502183563550414-1359674343923423271?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1359674343923423271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1359674343923423271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1359674343923423271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1359674343923423271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-says-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5501764926865659538</id><published>2011-10-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:36:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought loving someone who can’t love you back is the worst thing one could ever feel. Well, nothing can get any worse than loving someone who hated you for that very reason – loving him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5501764926865659538?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5501764926865659538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5501764926865659538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5501764926865659538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5501764926865659538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-thought-loving-someone-who-cant-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5486835917265417990</id><published>2011-09-10T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:49:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Step out of your comfort zone."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I get rid of it when the church itself has become my comfort zone. Yes, I'm missing a lot. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5486835917265417990?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5486835917265417990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5486835917265417990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5486835917265417990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5486835917265417990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/09/step-out-of-your-comfort-zone.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1584544888529545488</id><published>2011-09-03T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:06:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday night was unforgettable. I was trying to finish the whole thing about passengers' handling, but my eyes were so heavy, they're inviting me to sleep. So I did. After I prayed, I lied down and continued talking with God. I remember what I told Him before I closed my eyes, "Be with me while I sleep. Stay here beside me". I even moved an inch like I was giving Him a space to lie down as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment I closed my eyes, I felt strange. I know that though I had my eyes closed, I wasn't yet really sleeping. But it was like I felt my body was too heavy that I couldn't move. For a second or two, I was moving but I found my body still lying on my mattress. I smiled when I finally was able to move. I've been wanting that feeling. You know, not nightmare. But that feeling of detachment from earth. Why would I be scared? I just asked God to stay with me. I knew it was Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I closed my eyes again and asked God to take me (my soul) again. Hey! I'm not asking for a solicited death! Lol. I just wanted to experience Him. I know it sounds crazy for some. Anyway, this time I even stood and walked, with my body still flat on my mattress. I exerted an effort when I realized that my soul was walking towards the door, like I was about to go out. I went back to my body. But I couldn't explain this part. Everything happened so fast. I know well what's happening. I saw my dorm mate A sleeping on my left side and my other dorm mate B on the right, sitting and reviewing. I tried calling dorm mate B, I needed her to move me so I could get back to my senses (body). I was shouting at the top of my lungs and praying. When I felt a sound came out from my mouth, I knew she heard me. And I saw her on my soul's peripheral vision (my body's eyes are closed) as she took a look at me and said, "Uuuuy". But then she thought I was just dreaming so she refocused again on her notes. But deep inside, I was laughing, "Ay naku! Wake me up. Buset bat dinedma mo lang ako, hehe". Literally my soul was talking, but of course she didn't hear that. So I relaxed and asked God, "Okay na po. Na-experience ko na. Balik na po ako". In a split second, my soul and body became one. Smiling, I said to dorm mate B, "Hoy! Bat di mo ko ginising?!". Hahaha she thought I was having a nightmare, but it was a beautiful experience. It was a real dream =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=insert=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;05 Sept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You call this&lt;i&gt; astral projection&lt;/i&gt; or Out of Body Experience (OBE). According to some evangelist, this is a form of witchcraft. Some cults perform this consciously. Yes, I can do it as well. Demons use this to attack a sleeping body. I don't know much about it. And I don't want a debate as to whether this is an evil thing or not. "&lt;i&gt;I exerted an effort when I realized that my soul was walking towards the door, like I was about to go out."&lt;/i&gt; My soul's going somewhere else. Where? I leave it to your presumption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=end insert=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1584544888529545488?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1584544888529545488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1584544888529545488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1584544888529545488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1584544888529545488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-last-thursday-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8280566427809865799</id><published>2011-09-03T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:47:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My posts would speak for my hectic schedule. Like I only had a single short entry for the month of August. I'll make a grand post after 23rd =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what I just realized with my stay there, it's not really difficult to live without God. . . it's IMPOSSIBLE. Agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8280566427809865799?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8280566427809865799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8280566427809865799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8280566427809865799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8280566427809865799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-posts-would-speak-for-my-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1148569336975580314</id><published>2011-08-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:52:13.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I EAT A LOT when I get stressed. So please don't ever ask me again why. I get stressed all the more, and consequently, I eat more. HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1148569336975580314?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1148569336975580314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1148569336975580314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1148569336975580314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1148569336975580314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-eat-lot-when-i-get-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4919902432866937277</id><published>2011-07-31T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:58:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;M I R A C L E (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where will I start? And how will I begin? Okay. Let's start off with the title of this post - MIRACLE. I couldn't think of any superlative word that would best describe this breakthrough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 24, 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday, July 24, we had a special Sunday celebration at His Life City Church. It was a healing service, and indeed a step of faith. I held fast to God’s word. I didn’t know what miracle awaits me then, but my hopes just went radically up. I just knew inside that God is about to do something great! I have to admit, I’ve never seen myself with such great faith as before. There wasn’t even small room of doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Matthew 9:29 Then he (Jesus) touched their eyes and said, "According to your &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt; will it be done to you"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[INSERT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is power in declaration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M GONNA MAKE IT THIS TIME =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know Lord. Not even one word of your promises has failed. Glory to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/25th-im-gonna-make-it-this-time-i-know.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was my post last July 12. 25th, this is the street number of Asiana airline’s agency. It was my dream airline. But God also knows that I don’t want to leave the country. I passed my documents at their office a month ago and was advised to wait for their email by September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile, I had to look for a job. I had been jobless for almost a year now. I would try domestic airlines, I thought to myself.  Although according to what I have read from FA forums, it’s quite harder to get hired in domestics than international airlines. &lt;b&gt;A leap of faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was on the same date (sunny July 12) of this 25th post when I received this Word from God:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 Kings 8:35-38 35 “When the heavens are shut up and &lt;b&gt;there is no rain&lt;/b&gt; because your people (I) have sinned against you, and when they (I) pray toward this place and give praise to your name and turn from their (my) sin because you have afflicted them, 36 then hear from heaven and forgive the sin of your servants (Your servant, Sey), your people Israel. Teach them (me) the right way to live, and&lt;b&gt; send rain&lt;/b&gt; on the land you gave your people for an inheritance.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[/INSERT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 25, 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day after the Sunday service, my girlfriends (*Carlene and *Serena) and I went off to Manila. But soon after we passed our resume, we received a rejection. But among the three of us, I was the one with full of hope and faith despite the early unexpected rejection. I kept on reminding myself of Matthew 9:29. I even helped them to pass their resumes at Air Philippines, the airline where I first passed an application letter. *Danica got a call from 2P two weeks ago. I didn’t get the golden call though we passed our resumes on the same day. For a moment, it upset me. But I was still hopeful that I even pushed Carlene and Serena to pass their resumes. Same thing, they only handed their resume to the security personnel and were told to wait for their call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 2P, our next destination is at 25th street. Again, I only helped them there since I already had my initial screening last month with *Jade. I pretended to be an applicant as well so I could take a seat. Lol. While waiting for them, my phone rang. It was a call from Air Philippines asking me to have my initial screening the following day! Whoah. You see? It was July 25 and I was on the 25th street when I got the golden call. Truly, I made it! Words are powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I had to go back to Pampanga shortly after the talk. I had few hours to sleep and prepare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 26, 2011 (Tuesday) - Impact Interview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Tuesday morning when typhoon Juaning hit Luzon.  &lt;i&gt;When the heavens are shut up and there is no rain. . . send rain on the land you gave your people for an inheritance.&lt;/i&gt; HIGH HEELS + CORPO ATTIRE + HEAVY RAIN + BUSY CITY OF MANILA = Well, I couldn’t get mad of Juaning. It was the fulfilment of God’s word for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived at Airphil office 10 minutes after 9 AM. We were 25 applicants in the room. Gosh. They were all pretty. But I had God with me, so no worries. I kept on praying. After assessing our height and weight, we were called one by one for the impact interview. I was 10th on the list. The interview lasts for 10-15 minutes.  And after a minute or two, they would call your name again and hand you a note, either a congratulatory or a regret one. The first 3 girls had a regret note. I saw them half teary eyed. The fourth girl was the first to receive a congratulatory note. She was so elated, and shared the same joy with the 5th interviewee. But the next girls all failed the impact interview. 2/9 passed. Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY TURN&lt;/i&gt;. There were two panels and I was standing in front of them. They asked me few questions, mostly about the career. But there were list of questions completely unrelated. Lol. I answered them with boldness and confidence while maintaining my charm. I was praying inside of me while I was standing. They checked on my skin. After a 10 minutes or less, they said thanks and I was asked to wait for the result outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Mr. Jojo called my name again to hand me the note, I was so thrilled that I opened it immediately. It read: We would like to inform you that you passed the impact interview. Please wait for our call for the schedule of your final interview. . . &lt;b&gt;I PASSED!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it won’t end there. I went home after that. I praised God and worshipped Him. I know that He was the one who led me there. It was Him. &lt;b&gt;GRACE.&lt;/b&gt; God never fails to reveal a promise to me. That night during my devotion, I came across Leviticus chapter 26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Leviticus 26: 4-5 4 &lt;b&gt;I will send you rain &lt;/b&gt;in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit. 5 Your &lt;b&gt;threshing&lt;/b&gt; (initial interview) will continue until &lt;b&gt;grape harvest&lt;/b&gt; (final interview) and the grape harvest (final interview) will continue until &lt;b&gt;planting&lt;/b&gt; (training), and you will &lt;b&gt;eat all the food you want &lt;/b&gt;(travel in all places you want) and &lt;b&gt;live in safety&lt;/b&gt; (and fly safely) in your land.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIS. I was stirred up by His Word. How could it be so exact? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following day, the HR called me and was advised to come the next day for the final interview/executive interview. Carlene and Serena had their impact interview on the 27th. They too passed! That same night, they were also called and advised to come the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 28, 2011 (Thursday)– Executive Interview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, we were 15 applicants who passed the impact interview: Five girls from our batch (Tuesday) and ten girls from Carlene’s and Serena’s batch (Wednesday). We were so happy to find out that from 50 applicants, it was us who were chosen for the final interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The setup was similar with that of the impact interview, a panel-like one. Good thing, we were trained well in our university how to present ourselves during oral defences. But I know it would be totally different when applying for a cabin crew position. Wit doesn’t count that much. It’s all about the glamour and confidence. Seesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were called again one by one. This time facing three executives, the big bosses of the airline. But this didn’t shaken me. &lt;i&gt;From threshing to grape harvest. From initial interview to final interview.&lt;/i&gt; I repeatedly utter this on my mind. &lt;b&gt;God is with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Praise God the three of us were called before lunch break, or we couldn’t eat at all. They asked me questions far related from this career. They were more of personal. But I answered them with grace. I was favoured enough that they didn’t ask me to sing or dance. God knows my weakness. Lol. Because all the other girls after me were asked to sing, dance, and even act. They got to be really bored. The interview lasted for 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unlike the impact interview, we would know the result right after our turn. But this time, we had to wait all the 15 applicants to finish. While waiting, I shared the Word to Serena. She is an INC member. After reading all the promises that I have from God, she was so amazed by how God is speaking to me through His Word. I encouraged her to do the same – talk to God and read His Word. Though she is an active member of their church, she never opened the bible. Well, at least she has one. Sharing her that didn’t only increase her faith, but it also reminded me once again that God is true to His Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we all had finished, the manager went out of the room to see us all. He gave us his final words and appreciation. Then we were escorted inside the room where *Sir Richard was. He had the result in hand. We were all excited and nervous. He started calling names, and we don’t know if those names that were being called were the ones who passed or failed. He called four names, and my name was not included. He took them outside the room. And when Sir Richard came back, the four girls were no longer there. I guess he sent them home. He called our names again and congratulated us for making it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were two more exams, and we’re already for training on August 8. &lt;b&gt;GOD IS FAITHFUL&lt;/b&gt;. Really I’m still in awe of how God moved in this application process. It was tough, it was difficult, but nothing. . . I say &lt;b&gt;NOTHING is impossible with Him&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All glory to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5260502183563550414-4919902432866937277?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4919902432866937277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4919902432866937277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4919902432866937277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4919902432866937277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/m-i-r-c-l-e-where-will-i-start-and-how.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5797862341897795023</id><published>2011-07-22T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:14:27.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A short rewind from my journey. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to workabroad.ph which consistently posts open days for cabin crew recruitment. It was on this site where I found WY which is under I-Rekrut Manpower Agency. Just like most, if not all, other recruitment agency, you have to pass their screening process before they hand you over to the employers. The said agency had not been that strict, so long as you meet all the basic requirements and have completed all the necessary documents, then you’re IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it’s the agency’s first time to handle WY, they wanted to make sure that everything will run smooth comes the day the delegates from Oman arrive. They even required us to attend a pep talk headed by trainers from WINGS Institute, a flight attendant school. They taught us the basics of how it takes to be part of the team. We learned a lot though from that one-day seminar. During the seminar, we were also informed that the delegates were already on board and about to land in a few hours. That meant we will be screened the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 6, 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue: Century Park Hotel, Badjao Room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t have to worry about commuting all by myself; I was with my very close friend, *Danica. We took the train. We love the train. We arrived at the hotel 10 minutes before 8. The transformation from yesterday was so evident that everybody looked like flight attendants! Whew. WINGS was a big help. There are about less than 300 aspirants in the same room. After an hour, the delegates finally arrived. *Ms. Lily, *Ms. Sarah, *Mr. Chad, *Mr. Joe (*not their real names) came in and I felt a sudden tickle in my stomach. This is it. They greeted us with a warm smile, except for Mr. Joe. Ms. Lily was so pretty that I caught myself with dropped jaw as I was staring her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a short talk, the recruitment agency gave us our number and escorted us to another room for the first stage. In all fairness to the team, everything was well-organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First stage: Personality Test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This stage was divided into two parts: (a) height and weight measurement and (b) grooming test done by Ms. Lily. Some failed on the first part (height less than the requirement, while some height and weight are not proportional). If you passed the first part, you will be asked to be seated outside the other room where Ms. Lily was. When it was my turn, I noticed how she observed me from the time I entered the room (catwalk) till I took a seat. I greeted her with a smile, and expressed my appreciation of her beauty. I told her that she looks like one of my Barbie dolls. Upon hearing that, I saw how her face turned into elated mode. I think she liked me =) She asked me few questions and took a close look at my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that process, we were asked to wait at the Badjao room again. Since there are a lot of applicants who aren’t yet done with the first stage plus the fact that we couldn't deny the growling sound of our stomach, Danica and I decided to grab a bite at Chowking since it was already past lunch time. We took our food inside the room and ate there while waiting for the results. Some numbers from the first batch were already being called. It was a nerve-wracking moment. Danica and I found ways to kill our tension. We sang the bubblegum song (and you guys know how crazy that sounds). While in the middle of the song, our batch’s result was being announced. My eyes were half peeped when I heard my number. We were almost 20 in our batch and only 5 of us were called. Seesh. I was so happy but at the same time I felt sad, Danica’s number wasn’t included. And that meant, she had to leave the hotel alone. That was an awful feeling. We kissed each other goodbye. And I was moved to the next row, a bunch of applicants who passed the first stage. We were less than a hundred, I think. That was roughly 30-35% only of the total applicants that morning. I thanked God for the favor. I know, looking at my co-applicants, it was all by His grace that I made it there. But that didn’t end there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second stage: English Test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We then proceeded to the English test. It was a simple 135 exam. We only have to get 50% of it. Multiple choice for the first part, mostly grammar check, reading comprehension, and an essay. We were given two hours but everyone finished in an hour. The result of the exam will be announced the next day so everyone were endorsed to the next stage, which was the swimming test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third stage: Swimming test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5PM, and we were off the to the pool area. Good thing I had my swimming lessons few weeks before this American-Idol-like screening. Lol.  We were only asked to swim 3 feet long. We sincerely thought it’s going to be 20 feet long. But maybe because we were running out of time. Whatever their reason, praise God (He knew I’m not a good swimmer). It wasn’t difficult. I passed this stage, though some got eliminated on this even after giving them three chances. I felt disappointed for them. Maybe they really can’t swim at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s almost sunset, we were advised to come back the next day but in a different location. This time, it will be held in Hyatt Hotel. And we called it a day. It wasn’t my first time to ride the train alone, but I felt sad. Should Danica hadn’t been eliminated, I would be a lot happier.  I had no strength to reminisce or think of tomorrow’s next stage, so I slept all the way from Manila to Pampanga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 7, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hyatt Hotel, Le Salon room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was heading to Manila, I found myself in tears. I couldn’t explain. I’m close to what I’ve wanted.  But I wasn’t completely feeling happy. Questions in mind like, why did I have to do this alone (I have 3 friends who applied as well, one is Danica and the other two, for some reasons, trusted the other agency). Fast forward, I arrived at the hotel minutes before 8. I went straight to the powder room to check on my makeup. I wasn’t confident of my makeup since it was me who experimented on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I went up, I saw about 40 girls seated, familiar faces from yesterday. Le Salon’s room has four dining tables with 10 chairs in each. I took a seat closest to the door. When the big boss from the agency arrived, he gave us a big hand and congratulated us from making it this far. He mentioned that if he were to decide, he would not proceed to the next elimination round and would hire everybody. &lt;b&gt;Elimination&lt;/b&gt;. We stared at one another with confusion and uneasiness, like ‘Oh no. We’ll have to face yesterday’s challenge again’. &lt;i&gt;The nail-biting experience.&lt;/i&gt; Whew. So there they go, Oman delegates entered the scenario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fourth Stage: Group dynamics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were grouped into four (as there were four tables), with 11-12 members each. Then we were given a topic (10 qualities of flight attendant) to discuss in ten minutes. The four employers picked a group that they would observe. Basically, the employer would observe the applicants on how they participate. In our group, it was Mr. Joe, the ever-serious gentleman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Time starts now.” I wasn’t talking during the first half, for the most part, I cannot interrupt. I know that I was being observed at that moment, and if I continue staying silent, the chance of getting eliminated will most likely be my fate. So I started sharing my ideas, asking if everyone agrees to it, and suggested some things. Grabbing the last few minutes, it seemed like I talked too much. “Time’s up!”&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Crap. Crap. Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My tips: (1) participate, but do not overdo it, I suggest you say something every 3 minutes; (2) never interrupt; (3) always smile and appreciate your team’s ideas. After all, you are being judged according to your participation, how you deal with the rest of the group, it doesn’t matter if you do not have the wittiest idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were asked to wait in a small room for the result. After half an hour of agony, the results were announced. Some held hands, others closed their eyes, while some did breathing exercise. But I’m sure everyone’s uttering a prayer. So when the big boss from the agency started to mention numbers who got in, the tension became more intense.  I could see and feel how sorry he was that some had to be eliminated. And I was one of that ‘some’.  Yes, I didn’t make it to the final stage. As from what I heard, they had panel discussion followed by the final interview. There were 26 girls who made it up to the medicals. And they are now just waiting for their visas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry. Of course I did. While still in the room, I saw some girls who were already in tears. But it wasn’t as soon as I began to realize that pain. I even went to Pasay after that to have my medical exam done as a requirement for another local airline. Yes, I was part of that local airline batch when I sneaked out to attend an international OD. Going back, on my way to Pasay, I sent my mom a regret text. She immediately replied with words of encouragement and told me that everything is all well. And that’s the only time I cried. It’s really different when you get things like these from your family. They are my strength, at the same time, my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, God has a bigger plan for me. =) I am still and always confident on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jeremiah 29:11: For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5797862341897795023?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5797862341897795023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5797862341897795023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5797862341897795023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5797862341897795023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-rewind-from-my-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3632729235332186536</id><published>2011-07-19T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:10:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE GOSSIPS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3632729235332186536?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3632729235332186536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3632729235332186536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3632729235332186536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3632729235332186536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-gossips-period.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6139501312373620770</id><published>2011-07-18T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:20:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOSQUITO BITES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs after Saturday night ='(&lt;div&gt;LESSON LEARNED: I'll never wear dress/skirt again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHMqsquKGeM/TiQh_grPRsI/AAAAAAAAA8E/S0m1vvhaSV8/s400/mylegs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630662809106728642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWd6FCKperA/TiQh_uZQ0NI/AAAAAAAAA78/JmrbrGaBljs/s400/mylegs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630662812789428434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What made things worse was I just received a notice from an airline regarding my CC application, and because of what happened to my legs, I'm not gonna go. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6139501312373620770?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6139501312373620770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6139501312373620770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6139501312373620770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6139501312373620770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/mosquito-bites-my-legs-after-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHMqsquKGeM/TiQh_grPRsI/AAAAAAAAA8E/S0m1vvhaSV8/s72-c/mylegs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4989968427240006631</id><published>2011-07-13T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:47:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had an ambivalent feeling selling my pre-owned dresses and bags for as low as 60 pesos. This is in exchange of cosmetic products which I ordered online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-4989968427240006631?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4989968427240006631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4989968427240006631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4989968427240006631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4989968427240006631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/had-ambivalent-feeling-selling-my-pre.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6923930600580175502</id><published>2011-07-12T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:57:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA MAKE IT THIS TIME =)&lt;div&gt;I know Lord. Not even one word of your promises has failed. Glory to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6923930600580175502?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6923930600580175502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6923930600580175502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6923930600580175502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6923930600580175502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/25th-im-gonna-make-it-this-time-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1485152381923007968</id><published>2011-07-12T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:55:02.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emperador light TV ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all alcoholic bev TV ads, this is the only one that i love and admire. It has its way of promoting the product without flaunting sexy models on their bikinis. The song best describes the theme of the ad: LIGHT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ir7J9WU6tGM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1485152381923007968?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1485152381923007968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1485152381923007968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1485152381923007968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1485152381923007968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/emperador-light-tv-ad-of-all-alcoholic.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ir7J9WU6tGM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5637661487342364728</id><published>2011-07-05T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:49:48.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKQrAe4HR98/ThMHt9-DnEI/AAAAAAAAA70/6NkTXPZL4cA/s1600/Image001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKQrAe4HR98/ThMHt9-DnEI/AAAAAAAAA70/6NkTXPZL4cA/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848845826235458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mama makes house rule, she does this. The next day, I posted a note which read: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm exempted. Ella and I share a room. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5637661487342364728?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5637661487342364728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5637661487342364728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5637661487342364728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5637661487342364728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-mama-makes-house-rule-she-does.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKQrAe4HR98/ThMHt9-DnEI/AAAAAAAAA70/6NkTXPZL4cA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4406213068850786275</id><published>2011-07-03T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:37:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"THE CALL OF GOD WAS STRONGER THAN THE VOICE OF MY PARENTS."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Rev. Anthony Martinez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-4406213068850786275?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4406213068850786275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4406213068850786275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4406213068850786275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4406213068850786275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/call-of-god-was-stronger-than-voice-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5076313399949112757</id><published>2011-07-01T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:43:32.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;: "2 weeks na akong puyat, hindi ko alam bakit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;: At 2 AM, I still find myself in bed, completely awake, yawning frequently and trying to assume a comfortable sleep position. Noted with dark circles around my eyes and pimples all over my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;:  Disturbed sleep pattern related to unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;: I will attain optimal sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;: Change my dinner from fiesta-like menu to banana and 2 glasses of warm milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;: Goal not met. Despite of this new menu, I'm still finding it hard to sleep. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5076313399949112757?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5076313399949112757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5076313399949112757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5076313399949112757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5076313399949112757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/s-2-weeks-na-akong-puyat-hindi-ko-alam.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-9169061589981785119</id><published>2011-06-28T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:45:39.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something to Say by Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2umWjbTY_Sk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finding it hard to believe in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how to pray&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finding it hard to believe the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like You are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;What was black and white is gray&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finding it hard to believe in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like You are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And faith might mean there won't be answers&lt;br /&gt;And hope might mean enduring through the night&lt;br /&gt;But help me not forget in darkness&lt;br /&gt;The things that I believed in light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like You are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith&lt;br /&gt;Like I was found, but now I'm lost in the fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finding it hard to believe in You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-9169061589981785119?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9169061589981785119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=9169061589981785119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9169061589981785119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9169061589981785119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-to-say-by-starfield.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2umWjbTY_Sk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1521954625573400012</id><published>2011-06-28T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:14:51.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With all I am - Hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l8z912APTRU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1521954625573400012?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1521954625573400012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1521954625573400012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1521954625573400012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1521954625573400012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-all-i-am-hillsong.html' title='With all I am - Hillsong'/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l8z912APTRU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-9049045494363024230</id><published>2011-06-27T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:20:29.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last year's entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my manifesto with God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have to be honest, signing manifesto was not easy. it took a lot of strength. i was in a 2-year relationship before i signed. and like any other relationship, well i suppose, trials come after trial. yes we always fight. love quarrel became the synonym of our relationship, breaking up became a routine. why can't we solve things? why can't we straighten everything up? then one major problem attacked us. my weakest point in life (sorry can't blog it here). we tried to fight for that L-O-V-E that we have. but things didn't work out fine. we ended up hurting each other. and so... well you may guess what happened next: operation cool-off #817.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i'm back to being alone again. no companion. it felt like nobody understood me. no one sympathized what i was going through. i was the only one who saw that something was wrong in our relationship. something is wrong with me and with the things around me. and i can't figure out what it was. it seemed like i was on my own with that battle. it was a terrible feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then one time, i mingled with my old friends and sat next to them. they were sharing stories i couldn't relate with. so while they were happily chitchatting, a puzzle in my mind was popping up. these creatures looked content, looked seemingly at peace. what an unfair circumstance! as days passed, i figured out what they are into. they're busy with Someone. i thought of coming with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first Saturday of June when i joined them. "this is what they do... worshiping", i thought to myself. many young people were there, about 250 heads i think. some are younger than our age. and they aren't playing. they were as serious as the rest. after the gig ended, i felt different. i was on cloud 9. the preacher did not do stand up comedy or what. he just spoke the Word of God. and it was so powerful. "i'll do this again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;surrounding myself to people closed to God was really amazing. i almost forgot that i have a battle that time. or maybe i just learned that it is not my battle, never mine, but His. i stopped fighting for it because once you surrendered everything to Him, you just have to battle in prayer. and God will be in control of everything. just trust in Him, and you'll surely find comfort in His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after almost a month of worshiping, i realized that this is what i need - God's comfort. this is what makes me truly happy. i decided to commit myself to Him again. because in the first place, we belong to Him. and after that decision, i heard about the manifesto thing. it's like God is asking me to finally legalize our relationship :) why would i say no to this? all i hear from within me is YES. i was very determined to sign. until a friend came to me [who's also in manifesto] and said, "have your word first". hearing that, i felt nervous. it sounded like "this is not as easy as what you think, shey". so i prayed for that word. my friends also prayed for me. i prayed to God. He knows where my heart belongs. i begged Him that i really want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one day, my beloved friends and i prayed together (which we always do). and everyone was asked of their personal intentions. so i asked them to pray for me that i may receive the word. after that, i went to the mall and passed by the bookstore. i stood in front the Bible section and grabbed one. i prayed before opening it. then randomly, i turned the page. it stopped on Ecclesiastes' page. i read the passage and it seemed to have no connection. i closed the Bible, and opened it once more. then without looking which book i was into, i read another verses. it read: When you make a vow to God, do not delay in fulfilling it. He has no pleasure in fools; fulfill your vow. STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! whoah! that was a big time blow! God's really talking to me. when i looked at the page, it was from ECCLESIASTES 5:4 (NIV). i shook my head, and yes it was the same page i first turned and ignored. God really wanted to tell me this :) wow! His words are very powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so when i came back to our church, &lt;b&gt;JUNE 26, 2010&lt;/b&gt;, i excitedly signed the contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, the undersigned, commit before Jesus, my Lord and my Savior, before man and my peers or classmates, that I will withhold myself from entering into a boyfriend relationshp for one (1) year because I would like to give my undivided attention to loving and serving God. This means that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) I will abstain from courtship and dating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) I will abstain from sexual intercourse, petting, necking, kissing (on the lips)and any indiscreet contact with any person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT GOD WANTS. THIS IS HIS PLAN FOR ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it felt. . . great! i will not stop praising God. my body and soul will be sanctified for the glory of God. and tomorrow is our first monthsary :) and i couldn't count anymore the bountiful blessings that He has showered upon me for the past 30 days. He even has left a promise to me, which i know [in 101% faith] will be fulfilled:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. (Jeremiah 32:40)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but it did not end here. . . till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And today . . . June 27, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16 You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You do not want a burnt offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17 The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Psalm 51:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about the 365-day sacrifice of being in a manifesto, it's about the number of days I came to God, &lt;b&gt;broken&lt;/b&gt; and totally &lt;b&gt;surrendered&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all by His grace that I endured all those struggles. He alone is my strength who had given me the courage to say no to temptations and distraction. It was all by His grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-9049045494363024230?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9049045494363024230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=9049045494363024230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9049045494363024230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9049045494363024230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-years-entry-my-manifesto-with-god.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3071419565022165171</id><published>2011-06-27T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:49:24.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do I "unfriend" somone on facebook without him/her noticing it??? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3071419565022165171?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3071419565022165171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3071419565022165171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3071419565022165171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3071419565022165171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-i-unfriend-somone-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3695181271251752087</id><published>2011-06-25T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:33:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MY &lt;i&gt;LUSOG-BUSOG-SOLVE-SOLVE&lt;/i&gt; MOMENTS (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LXw1YRSKOs/Tgcm7SvMe3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/3fwKaaf0aWQ/s400/lusogbusog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622505459879279474" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3695181271251752087?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3695181271251752087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3695181271251752087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3695181271251752087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3695181271251752087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-lusog-busog-solve-solve-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LXw1YRSKOs/Tgcm7SvMe3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/3fwKaaf0aWQ/s72-c/lusogbusog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1343077819352737113</id><published>2011-06-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:54:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1343077819352737113?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1343077819352737113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1343077819352737113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1343077819352737113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1343077819352737113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7746196136500789579</id><published>2011-06-22T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:27:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PUG, MI LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhMw3mEQGkQ/TgHdQqS5W1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/NFiDWV7hXJE/s400/cutest_breed_dogs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621017088236280658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want this dog as a companion? (= so looking forward to have you soon, doggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7746196136500789579?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7746196136500789579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7746196136500789579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7746196136500789579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7746196136500789579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/pug-mi-love-who-wouldnt-want-this-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhMw3mEQGkQ/TgHdQqS5W1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/NFiDWV7hXJE/s72-c/cutest_breed_dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7683495484517357108</id><published>2011-06-21T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:08:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status: RESERVED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing I pray:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That God would help me become a good wife to my husband (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the reasons why I opt to stay single is because I'm keeping myself RESERVED for my husband. I want him to be the happiest groom when I get to walk down that aisle. Talking about fidelity? Yes. It would be unfair for him if I give away pieces of my heart to every guy who comes along while my groom still lives in the future, completely unaware. I'm sure he wouldn't like to hear me say, "Hi, glad to finally see you. Here's a piece of my heart, uhm, it's quite broken, but-uh, that still works. Sorry I thought you were one of those - uh - jerks before." Seesh. Nah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In as much as I pray to God to keep him safe, to mold him into a better man, to make him wait for me, blah blah blah, who am I then to present myself before him as his lawful wife - broken, messed up, incomplete? That is absurdly unfair, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So blame it on to him why I stopped going out with a guy (even if he's a close friend of mine), why I don't let any man caress me as if I am his, why I don't spend much of my quality time with any other guy. Call it OA. Pero that's how precious he is to me. And I respect his feelings. I don't want him to feel like i-am-with "everybody's girl" when the time comes that we're finally together. You get what I mean? Like when he's hugging me or holding my hands, then some jerk guy in my past gives him a look that says "done with that". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I so love my husband. Though he still lives in the future, I let him live in my heart as early as now. I know, everything would be worth the wait (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7683495484517357108?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7683495484517357108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7683495484517357108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7683495484517357108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7683495484517357108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/status-reserved.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4441103194794562950</id><published>2011-06-21T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:08:43.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" font="" &gt;There's a line between loving and stalking :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-4441103194794562950?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4441103194794562950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4441103194794562950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4441103194794562950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4441103194794562950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-line-between-loving-and-stalking.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-509492211786838477</id><published>2011-06-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:18:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwU_jpehVmU/Tf8QL2DtHVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/66O5gLn9t98/s400/heartbreak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620228655657327954" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-509492211786838477?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/509492211786838477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=509492211786838477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/509492211786838477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/509492211786838477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwU_jpehVmU/Tf8QL2DtHVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/66O5gLn9t98/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2510520143981971268</id><published>2011-06-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:38:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot - On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0r79G-rPsg0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2510520143981971268?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2510520143981971268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2510520143981971268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2510520143981971268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2510520143981971268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/switchfoot-on-fire.html' title='Switchfoot - On Fire'/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0r79G-rPsg0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1017102176475242756</id><published>2011-06-17T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:59:55.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;For I command you today to &lt;u&gt;(1)love the LORD your God&lt;/u&gt;, to&lt;u&gt;(2) walk in obedience to him&lt;/u&gt;, and to &lt;u&gt;(3)keep his commands&lt;/u&gt;, decrees and laws; then you will live and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;increase&lt;/span&gt;, and the LORD your God will bless you in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt; you are entering to possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Deuteronomy 30:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three conditions:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOVE GOD&lt;br /&gt;2. WALK IN OBEDIENCE TO HIM&lt;br /&gt;3. KEEP HIS COMMANDMENDTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do all these things, God will give me the the desire of my ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are not a man who should lie. Thank You, Lord! You never fail to fulfill Your promises. And Your Word came when I least expect it. Hahaha! You made me smile, Lord (= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1017102176475242756?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1017102176475242756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1017102176475242756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1017102176475242756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1017102176475242756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-i-command-you-today-to-1love-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1116025663189600365</id><published>2011-06-17T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:45:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERSATILITY AWARD goes to. . . JESUS! (=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your friend in times of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your lover when you're broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your father when you need some discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your brother when you need protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your umbrella when rain falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your shield when the enemy attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your number one fan when you're on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your date when no one bothers to dance with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your private doctor when you're feeling ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your lawyer to stand up for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be your EVERYTHING. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1116025663189600365?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1116025663189600365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1116025663189600365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1116025663189600365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1116025663189600365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/versatility-award-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7911775297391673854</id><published>2011-06-15T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:32:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q7D7Qv1Ums/Tfin8ZB7sgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Z10P-txuW9Q/s400/123June.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618425191097676290" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‎&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"She comes off as strong, but maybe she fell asleep crying. She acts like nothing is wrong, but maybe she's just really good at lying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7911775297391673854?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7911775297391673854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7911775297391673854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7911775297391673854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7911775297391673854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-comes-off-as-strong-but-maybe-she.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q7D7Qv1Ums/Tfin8ZB7sgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Z10P-txuW9Q/s72-c/123June.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6065547640918089391</id><published>2011-06-14T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:07:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Kissed My Supposedly-First-Flying Experience Goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bbye :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-ganun kasimple. Hehe. Ayaw ako payagan magtraining sa Manila eh. Pero okay lang. I'm trusting God's bigger plans for me (= God is saying that all is well. All is going according to plan. Trust that there is a bigger picture. Trust that life is unfolding as it should [via FB].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6065547640918089391?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6065547640918089391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6065547640918089391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6065547640918089391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6065547640918089391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-kissed-my-supposedly-first-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6476725399513538892</id><published>2011-06-14T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:51:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Of all goodbyes, the kind which hurts the most, was the one your ears never heard, but your heart knew it is already being said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6476725399513538892?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6476725399513538892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6476725399513538892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6476725399513538892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6476725399513538892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-all-goodbyes-kind-which-hurts-most.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5533358421589404833</id><published>2011-06-11T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:09:24.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;COCO FRESCO MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bhPPpp_JzY/TfOGwRdEECI/AAAAAAAAA7M/QKivvuS80QA/s400/CocoFresco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616981324138287138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the gig, I went straight to SM Clark because of one thing: buy goggles and ear plug for my swimming lessons. Been absent for more than a week because I don't have yet the money to buy these. And my instructor kept on reminding me to have my own next session. As I was heading to sporting goods store, I passed by the Coco Fresco booth, and I began craving. I've been thinking of it since last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to prolong the agony and stop first at the sports shop since I know some sort of policy like no eating and drinking inside the stores. After 5 minutes, I picked my choice of color (blue goggles) and went straight ahead to the counter. The bar code read it's worth 200 pesos. Thinking I was nakatipid (I can have the earplug for free if I buy the goggles), I paused for a sec when I found out how much my swimming aides cost, because the last time I checked, I only have 243 pesos in my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I remember, half liter of Coco Fresco costs 40 pesos. I have to choose between the two (swimming aides and buko shake). I can't have them both at the same time or I'll end up begging for pamasahe to complete my remaining 3 peso balance. So without further ado, I stepped out of the shop and chose to buy Coco Fresco instead. ((; however, I have to skip classes again because of incomplete gadgets. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God, forgive me for choosing buko shake over goggles and ear plug. I know You are a God who provides. You have given me buko shake, what else can't You give? I love You, Lord! ((=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5533358421589404833?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5533358421589404833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5533358421589404833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5533358421589404833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5533358421589404833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/coco-fresco-madness-after-gig-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bhPPpp_JzY/TfOGwRdEECI/AAAAAAAAA7M/QKivvuS80QA/s72-c/CocoFresco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6517708954669217585</id><published>2011-06-10T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:25:55.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TRAINED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov-UgTx_y7c/TfDxbHwK6QI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NVambpjX6rM/s400/girlontrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616254183570860290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This gets so possible without you standing in front of me, making sure i got a good seat. Or if not, you're on the phone, checking me from time to time, station to station, making sure i board the right train line. Well I guess, you trained me well on this. I don't get scared anymore. Uh, when I get lost, it's when I miss you the most. Sometimes, I imagine you sitting/standing beside me, nagging (laughs). Or somehow expecting to see you at the end of the line, waiting for me. I just miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6517708954669217585?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6517708954669217585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6517708954669217585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6517708954669217585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6517708954669217585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/trained-this-gets-so-possible-without.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov-UgTx_y7c/TfDxbHwK6QI/AAAAAAAAA7E/NVambpjX6rM/s72-c/girlontrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6625647598073669212</id><published>2011-06-07T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:34:40.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genesis 12:1-3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This broke my heart ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And God saw my pain. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6625647598073669212?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6625647598073669212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6625647598073669212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6625647598073669212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6625647598073669212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/genesis-121-4-this-broke-my-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-849228590108652863</id><published>2011-06-01T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:24:19.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SWIMMING LESSONS BUKAS!!! Di ko alam kung maeexcite ako, o mahihiya. Hahaha (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-849228590108652863?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/849228590108652863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=849228590108652863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/849228590108652863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/849228590108652863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/swimming-lessons-bukas-di-ko-alam-kung.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1817495106367411934</id><published>2011-05-30T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:18:11.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This much is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I write a novel here, words are still not enough to describe how I encountered God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extreme. Fruitful. Joyous. Incomparable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a GLORIOUS encounter with God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah! THIS MUCH IS TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1817495106367411934?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1817495106367411934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1817495106367411934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1817495106367411934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1817495106367411934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-much-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1255218905317241830</id><published>2011-05-25T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:02:05.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LRIMYOSeCU/Td0JM4UuOxI/AAAAAAAAA64/jGQBLW17tCI/s1600/BlessGod019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LRIMYOSeCU/Td0JM4UuOxI/AAAAAAAAA64/jGQBLW17tCI/s400/BlessGod019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610650827655887634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUTH CAMP NA BUKAS!!! PAG BALIK KO MAGANDA NAKO. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1255218905317241830?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1255218905317241830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1255218905317241830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1255218905317241830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1255218905317241830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/youth-camp-na-bukas-pag-balik-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LRIMYOSeCU/Td0JM4UuOxI/AAAAAAAAA64/jGQBLW17tCI/s72-c/BlessGod019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2923122639664028198</id><published>2011-05-24T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:18:05.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lDFF_fxcv0/TdvZg0O-SGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vvlXRBWYFvk/s400/endorsement.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610316918620571746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my uncle the sweetest? HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2923122639664028198?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2923122639664028198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2923122639664028198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2923122639664028198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2923122639664028198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/isnt-my-uncle-sweetest-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lDFF_fxcv0/TdvZg0O-SGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vvlXRBWYFvk/s72-c/endorsement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-894490848479101687</id><published>2011-05-24T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:00:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a very powerful Word from GOD that I got this afternoon while I was on my knees, immersed with tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-894490848479101687?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/894490848479101687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=894490848479101687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/894490848479101687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/894490848479101687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/wait.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3065356103514238290</id><published>2011-05-18T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:33:14.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPR1DdyzVQo/TdOt1n5ITBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Gm4LspJiOVE/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608017097759673362" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3065356103514238290?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3065356103514238290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3065356103514238290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3065356103514238290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3065356103514238290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_7535.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPR1DdyzVQo/TdOt1n5ITBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Gm4LspJiOVE/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4677822280430995856</id><published>2011-05-18T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:09:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALIN, ALIN ANG NAIIBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kahit mainit sa gabi. . .&lt;br /&gt;a) nakakumot ako&lt;br /&gt;b) nakamedyas ako&lt;br /&gt;c) nakapajama ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. nakapunta na ako at gusto kong bumalik ulit sa. . .&lt;br /&gt;a) Starcity&lt;br /&gt;b) Enchanted Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;c) DIsney Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. favorite drinks ko:&lt;br /&gt;a) choco drink&lt;br /&gt;b) iced tea&lt;br /&gt;c) water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. favorite ulam ko:&lt;br /&gt;a) adobong manok&lt;br /&gt;b) fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;c) litson manok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. pinakaimportante sa mapapangasawa ko:&lt;br /&gt;a) love niya si Lord&lt;br /&gt;b) love ko siya&lt;br /&gt;c) love niya ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ministry na nasalihan ko sa church:&lt;br /&gt;a) connect&lt;br /&gt;b) usher&lt;br /&gt;c) kidzlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. screen name ko:&lt;br /&gt;a) shey&lt;br /&gt;b) angela&lt;br /&gt;c) sey-sey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite street food ko:&lt;br /&gt;a) betamax&lt;br /&gt;b) isaw&lt;br /&gt;c) adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. bible version na meron ako:&lt;br /&gt;a) NLT&lt;br /&gt;b) NIV&lt;br /&gt;c) TMSG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-4677822280430995856?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4677822280430995856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4677822280430995856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4677822280430995856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4677822280430995856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/alin-alin-ang-naiiba-1.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8462486974212705119</id><published>2011-05-18T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:09:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ACCEPTANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2n7n2AV27jM/TdNwcGl93ZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UWIzgeaBBAY/s400/ur%2Bheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607949589114903954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all boils down to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8462486974212705119?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8462486974212705119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8462486974212705119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8462486974212705119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8462486974212705119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/acceptance.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2n7n2AV27jM/TdNwcGl93ZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UWIzgeaBBAY/s72-c/ur%2Bheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3158042195560386910</id><published>2011-05-17T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:57:30.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Everyone's leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it is 100,000 twice painful compared to what I felt when wale left, and 10,000 times when koya left. I hate them all!!! ='(&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/5260502183563550414-3158042195560386910?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3158042195560386910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3158042195560386910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3158042195560386910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3158042195560386910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/everyones-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8064976994728647836</id><published>2011-05-17T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:25:58.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eating&lt;/span&gt; is essential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UNTIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pastime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it became my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's becoming my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; mannerism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgJ0xVj1dq4/TdJpB94FwDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/tDNX-zHjIRk/s400/cornsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607659968540295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8064976994728647836?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8064976994728647836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8064976994728647836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8064976994728647836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8064976994728647836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/eating-is-essential.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgJ0xVj1dq4/TdJpB94FwDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/tDNX-zHjIRk/s72-c/cornsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1666078693946936827</id><published>2011-05-16T14:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:44:14.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wali ku. Lab ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D72VUGowwXY/TdDDwbrao5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vrPVvrNF5yM/s400/215705_219176368096368_100000120188712_953758_3093242_n2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607196772907262866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvsmf_FBPRo/TdDFStdXAmI/AAAAAAAAA4g/A_KNapScxJ8/s400/06-30-10_1820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607198461307322978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jA34WhqDrjA/TdDP0lejMxI/AAAAAAAAA44/RJLlSMc1acE/s400/183288_10150113825852720_704912719_6156418_1724629_n..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607210038396662546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Koya ku. Lab ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW5lm2IGthk/TdDSac4m2GI/AAAAAAAAA5g/cfDEJNcxZ-s/s400/211422_1306283907_6244689_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607212887948318818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay1xEs_eb1w/TdDUrryKd-I/AAAAAAAAA54/0syHhNZty6w/s400/040520081266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607215383028856802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpVA43WV5DA/TdDUrnP99FI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ITRQWz6_HS0/s400/06-30-10_1822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607215381811688530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxT1BQ8I6FM/TdDSaGzSJRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/j2kGeMoO4HY/s400/167672_1860566672373_1187115036_2309786_8094389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607212882020410642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Z14duk15c/TdDNQKZHWPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9NtarJQU6KA/s400/215175_216659335014738_100000120188712_932683_7367649_n..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607207213627562226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atsi ku. Lab ku.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKfL2RoLfmE/TdDP0_2w_EI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ahFF0uFfWes/s400/_LifE%2BrOcks%2521_%2528467%2529..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607210045477551170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhqfT_yfnbM/TdDSaOE7ooI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/dsxTLVoM7qM/s400/222908_1973033439647_1057366659_2257526_4191188_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607212883973481090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAXe_kGH1P8/TdDUr-KiUkI/AAAAAAAAA6A/iWcslTgixCA/s400/P3189200..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607215387962921538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twin ku. Lab ku.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1FUviUk_cc/TdDTP8n6rVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/K6rh6l9c-Wc/s400/34268_1403213091604_1570660247_30935298_6379920_n..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607213807001316690" /&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/5260502183563550414-1666078693946936827?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1666078693946936827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1666078693946936827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1666078693946936827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1666078693946936827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/wali-ku.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D72VUGowwXY/TdDDwbrao5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vrPVvrNF5yM/s72-c/215705_219176368096368_100000120188712_953758_3093242_n2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3563760384603161778</id><published>2011-05-15T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:12:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVuWLFfzBA/Tc_7NCS1trI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Mr7GB4Z9ANk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606976262472316594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-sVDaEMTU/Tc_7M6xfIDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/e5qmMiiq-7c/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606976260453376050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymXEQu67SJU/Tc_7MhCXw_I/AAAAAAAAA34/3-hZ2sWnX8A/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606976253544874994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3563760384603161778?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3563760384603161778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3563760384603161778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3563760384603161778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3563760384603161778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVuWLFfzBA/Tc_7NCS1trI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Mr7GB4Z9ANk/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5100281310561537942</id><published>2011-05-11T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:11:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llmcz5jr918/TcpEXEiXSDI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7Et6XQVrQ4w/s400/passion3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605367849361557554" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5100281310561537942?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5100281310561537942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5100281310561537942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5100281310561537942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5100281310561537942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llmcz5jr918/TcpEXEiXSDI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7Et6XQVrQ4w/s72-c/passion3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-4882076183323910014</id><published>2011-05-10T21:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:44:55.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;that answered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you get an answered prayer? You rejoice? Uh-huh. What else? You shout in joy? But... what about having a grief-stricken sentiment over an answered prayer? Or hoping somehow God didn't answer it right away. Do you consider that normal? Not typical huh. (You might be thinking how much discontentment is eating my sanity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I myself am wondering, what happened now to that ‘Lord, if he is not the one, please take him away’ fearless prayer? I remember how valiant I was when I uttered that prayer. And it wasn’t the first time I said that petition, two times in a row, bingo!  God never fails to grant that prayer. The first time I did mention that, it honestly took a lot of courage. I’ve been struggling with that man for quite an era. And it took me almost a year to accept that the connection we have is no longer healthy in our ministry nor it is pleasing to God. And do you believe that God answers just in time? I can attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered me the very same day I talked to Him about that. But I didn’t grasp that right away. After a month was when I realized that he was actually gone. He stopped communicating with me. Unreasonably and without warning, he was gone. But reasonably, it was God who dealt with the situation by merely granting my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I found no joy in that answered prayer. It was a plain PAIN. But after months of battling with that letting-go phase, I found what it seemed like bliss in losing. God allowed it to happen so I could see the better ones He has planned for me, I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time around, with no hesitation, with boldness and confidence, I uttered that prayer again. It’s ironic that I managed to repeat that line even after the painful phase I went through the first one. Even if I know that this is no less than the former.  And Voila! God has pardoned me in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no one ever gets used to pain. It’s a process. The first one, with all the memories that we both shared, seemed impossible to overcome, yet I did. The latter, with a very few memories I had with him (not even sure if he shared the same thoughts with me), is more likely to overcome. I will be victorious in this. After all, it’s just my emotions playing over my head. What matters most is following God’s will and praising Him for saving me. God is good. He knows how weak I can be when my heart starts beating for someone else. Love can turn my whole world upside down. When I love, I not only love, I love beyond what love should be. The very reason why God rescued me in a split second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earnest prayer now is not to awaken that kind of love until the groom God has prepared for me walks into my life. Right time. Right chances. This time, I know, having said that another kind of fearless prayer, God will answer me instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM RESERVED. =)&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/5260502183563550414-4882076183323910014?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4882076183323910014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=4882076183323910014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4882076183323910014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/4882076183323910014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8861371986810461595</id><published>2011-05-10T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:49:05.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take the honor, the wealth, and the glory&lt;br /&gt;Take the power, the strength, and the blessing&lt;br /&gt;You created it all, You are worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying in blood, you bought men and women&lt;br /&gt;Bought them back for God waiting in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Every creature in heaven and in earth&lt;br /&gt;Joins to sing praises all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the honor, the wealth, and the glory&lt;br /&gt;Take the power, the strength, and the blessing&lt;br /&gt;You created it all, You are worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from Revelations 4-5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8861371986810461595?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8861371986810461595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8861371986810461595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8861371986810461595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8861371986810461595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-honor-powr-and-glory-take-wealth.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5623787205330916995</id><published>2011-05-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:28:31.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz5GJgo5Hw8/TcgHt27KE3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/UkBgBAqMhnk/s400/188797_1530296592029_1673163973_1004454_6897275_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604738220681728882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I think about how I'm losing my two senses, I can't help but sob ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with God, nothing is ever to hard. He is my healer. One day, I'm gonna see things clearly. See His glory and beauty. One day, I'm gonna hear His word again. Hear God's voice and that of an angel. One day, I'm gonna stand in His presence, bold and confident that He has healed me. HEAL ME, oh God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use me for Your glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus mighty name, I pray (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5623787205330916995?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5623787205330916995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5623787205330916995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5623787205330916995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5623787205330916995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-think-about-how-im-losing-my-two.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz5GJgo5Hw8/TcgHt27KE3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/UkBgBAqMhnk/s72-c/188797_1530296592029_1673163973_1004454_6897275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-9168869394374294701</id><published>2011-05-09T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:10:37.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;LOVED HER FIRST by Heartland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jRTDZ4BicP0?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why my father never entertained my ex/suitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-9168869394374294701?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9168869394374294701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=9168869394374294701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9168869394374294701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/9168869394374294701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/loved-her-first.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jRTDZ4BicP0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-626735687046787974</id><published>2011-05-09T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:26:04.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Then waking up is the hardest part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were together. I've missed that smile. The last time I wore that was when he surprised me with a visit. No, it wasn't surprise actually. Then there he was again, laughing with me, sharing endless stories. He handed me my ice cream, while he was licking his. We were also with his family. It was perfect. I was with my bestest friend. The one who always knew everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and realized, it was all gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-626735687046787974?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/626735687046787974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=626735687046787974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/626735687046787974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/626735687046787974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-youre-dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5384915096527046688</id><published>2011-05-06T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:10:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be seeing my doctor tomorrow. I hope this won't call for a major operation. God is my healer! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-5384915096527046688?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5384915096527046688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5384915096527046688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5384915096527046688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5384915096527046688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-be-seeing-my-doctor-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2279692715137245883</id><published>2011-05-05T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:18:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER FAVORED (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I literally wasn't able to sleep last night, it was as though I was full of life this morning! And it's all by His GRACE that I managed to walk with those heels, to smile with that pain on my big toe, to breathe with that skirt (lol), and to pass all the exams. Yihee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the You.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bestest Friend forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2279692715137245883?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2279692715137245883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2279692715137245883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2279692715137245883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2279692715137245883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-favored-though-i-literally-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2119728945587871496</id><published>2011-05-04T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:16:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I GAINED 10 pounds!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN. As in 10. That's not so normal for me. And I won't realize it if I hadn't updated my CV's personal information... I blame 7-eleven's sundae, Milo 3-in-1, Selecta's Very Rocky Road, Mum's Adobo!!! Now I can't put on my skirt without holding my breath. Aaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my big day! I have to lose weight!!! I hope skipping dinner would do =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, how do i get to Pasay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaw. I suddenly miss Noel. He'd been my worst tour guide there -- I never failed to get lost. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2119728945587871496?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2119728945587871496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2119728945587871496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2119728945587871496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2119728945587871496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-gained-10-pounds-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-110345522878876717</id><published>2011-05-02T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:40:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what if i lose my sight?&lt;br /&gt;how could i ever see&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty, pow'r, and might?&lt;br /&gt;You've made all these things, see&lt;br /&gt;(how wonderful is life&lt;br /&gt;glory to You my King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see it all&lt;br /&gt;witnessing Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees, i fall&lt;br /&gt;in awe of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;(everyday i will call&lt;br /&gt;thanking i can still see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i hear no more?&lt;br /&gt;how could i listen to&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, singing a song&lt;br /&gt;in my ears, i hear You&lt;br /&gt;("My child, I love you so"&lt;br /&gt;telling me what to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hear You call&lt;br /&gt;And know that You're with me&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees, i fall&lt;br /&gt;in awe of Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;(everyday i will call&lt;br /&gt;thanking i can still hear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i lose a limb?&lt;br /&gt;how could i ever dance,&lt;br /&gt;dance with my Father King?&lt;br /&gt;it could be my last chance&lt;br /&gt;(i know He's been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Now there'll be no hindrance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to ball&lt;br /&gt;oh my King, dance with me&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees, i fall&lt;br /&gt;in awe of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;(everyday i will call&lt;br /&gt;thanking i still have limb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i lose my voice?&lt;br /&gt;how could i ever sing?&lt;br /&gt;shout to the world, rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;say to them they are free&lt;br /&gt;(together we'll make noise&lt;br /&gt;worshiping You with glee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sing it all&lt;br /&gt;sing your love and mercy&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees, i fall&lt;br /&gt;in awe of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;(everyday i will call&lt;br /&gt;thanking i can still sing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i am legally blind. without my eyeglasses or contact lenses on, i couldn't see clearly. yet i feel so blessed that i could still see.&lt;br /&gt;-i have an ear infection. it has been there for like more than 5 years. i've been to otologists many times, and was given otic drops that i still use until now. it still hurts sometimes. yet i feel so blessed that i still have one ear that could hear clearly.&lt;br /&gt;-i had my foot injured. so while i could still dance for the Lord, i would.&lt;br /&gt;-i have had throat pain, so while i could still sing praises for the Lord, i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE BLESSED! :)))&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/5260502183563550414-110345522878876717?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/110345522878876717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=110345522878876717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/110345522878876717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/110345522878876717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-if-i-lose-my-sight-how-could-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7139202382080302755</id><published>2011-05-01T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:59:28.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;They got me crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckvo3lnvQ4E/Tb1Ki71YqMI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vbrBUqLKECk/s400/199884_1296565870123_1709662884_492138_837976_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601715475556378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about the world and everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this does not indicate that I’m a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED. Don’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought no one would notice it, Dad did. He saw the sadness in my eyes. But I couldn’t vent out exactly what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be alone for a while. Time away from all the piercing eyes. . . I need to be alone. Alone with God. In a place where the world has nothing to do with me. In His presence where I could cry like a kid, with nothing to hide, where no one could harm me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;that’s where I wanna be&lt;/span&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/5260502183563550414-7139202382080302755?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7139202382080302755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7139202382080302755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7139202382080302755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7139202382080302755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-got-me-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckvo3lnvQ4E/Tb1Ki71YqMI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vbrBUqLKECk/s72-c/199884_1296565870123_1709662884_492138_837976_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2113011464767153057</id><published>2011-04-25T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:25:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMMEDIATE FORGIVENESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugud kapatad =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2113011464767153057?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2113011464767153057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2113011464767153057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2113011464767153057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2113011464767153057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/immediate-forgiveness-lugud-kapatad.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7816916579589786013</id><published>2011-04-21T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I write. That's what I do. I can't sing, so I guess writing songs has been my defense mechanism to cover up that unsatisfied ambition. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't remember the last time I wrote a song. Actually they are more of poems because I don't and I can't give them melodies. Maybe someone should do it for me. And today, out of the abundance of my heart, my pen writes (=&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/5260502183563550414-7816916579589786013?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7816916579589786013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7816916579589786013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7816916579589786013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7816916579589786013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7723749448300870011</id><published>2011-04-21T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:33:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Some will disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;They would even fail me&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and tears fell&lt;br /&gt;Longed for your voice to tell&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything is all well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is You I need&lt;br /&gt;It’s You I seek&lt;br /&gt;My heart desires Thee&lt;br /&gt;You are more than enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Your love will remain&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t change, still the same&lt;br /&gt;You mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And help me how to start&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me nothing is too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is You I need&lt;br /&gt;It’s You I seek&lt;br /&gt;My heart desires Thee&lt;br /&gt;You are more than enough for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-7723749448300870011?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7723749448300870011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7723749448300870011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7723749448300870011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7723749448300870011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-than-enough-for-me-everyone-will.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6153504650859598626</id><published>2011-04-21T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL I WANT IS YOUR GLORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move in to my life&lt;br /&gt;And they’ll see You are with me&lt;br /&gt;Calm the raging storm&lt;br /&gt;Or hide me in your wings&lt;br /&gt;For my enemies are eager to put me down&lt;br /&gt;Show them that You are for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Let them see Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me when I call&lt;br /&gt;Speak to my heart when it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me when I stay a little away&lt;br /&gt;Because without you is a shattered day&lt;br /&gt;Guide my steps as I walk in this road&lt;br /&gt;And if ever I run, hold me all the more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Let me see Your glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6153504650859598626?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6153504650859598626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6153504650859598626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6153504650859598626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6153504650859598626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-i-want-is-your-glory-move-in-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6601799596885807075</id><published>2011-04-21T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:35:11.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;LUGUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Sey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That awkward moment when I have to pretend everything's fine and give you my best smile...when all I wanted to do is to punch your face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't stay mad at you.&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/5260502183563550414-6601799596885807075?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6601799596885807075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6601799596885807075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6601799596885807075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-am1uy-NgE/Ta8Fr_RBwKI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bHs4bCgE2VY/s400/pimpleattack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597699115120181410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples, why you not leave my face??? HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6545634504996294536?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6545634504996294536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6545634504996294536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6545634504996294536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6545634504996294536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/pimples-why-you-not-leave-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-am1uy-NgE/Ta8Fr_RBwKI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bHs4bCgE2VY/s72-c/pimpleattack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-272717255550911864</id><published>2011-04-18T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:34:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ExDy3mOXWhE/Tav2My1tUDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/3eyc0MGLLWw/s400/beloved00025...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596837661603876914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am over loved by my King. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-272717255550911864?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/272717255550911864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=272717255550911864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/272717255550911864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/272717255550911864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/gods-princess-i-am-over-loved-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ExDy3mOXWhE/Tav2My1tUDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/3eyc0MGLLWw/s72-c/beloved00025...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-2048626388025184467</id><published>2011-04-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:22:30.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kaya pala... I pushed him away. Ahhhhyyyyyiiiii. DA DA DA DA DA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-2048626388025184467?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2048626388025184467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=2048626388025184467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2048626388025184467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/2048626388025184467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/kaya-pala.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-494044802106970330</id><published>2011-04-12T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:28:01.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was me before. Friday nights. Music. Parties. I so much enjoy everything around me. People loved me. The world loved me. I took pleasure on it. I get what I want. But I wasn't happy. In fact, I was miserable. My life was a total mess. It was a life full of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1KQRD6-KVs/TaMpZiZetmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/djRUZPKX0Aw/s400/P3189123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594360680831432290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sPO1BogBzY/TaMpZFxMiII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Gd6bcr3V1Xs/s400/P3189173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594360673146275970" border="0" /&gt;I thank God I found Him. He rescued me. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For what do I have if I don't have You, Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What in this life, could mean anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!! I owe my life to You! I will serve You all the days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-494044802106970330?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/494044802106970330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=494044802106970330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/494044802106970330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/494044802106970330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-was-me-before.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1KQRD6-KVs/TaMpZiZetmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/djRUZPKX0Aw/s72-c/P3189123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-6438619732596129491</id><published>2011-04-06T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:21:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMVT_3TTsU4/TZwEzm7laRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/RytTlhed5nc/s400/216559_1789588733667_1058060430_1868856_950267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592350121957615890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-6438619732596129491?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6438619732596129491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=6438619732596129491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6438619732596129491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/6438619732596129491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMVT_3TTsU4/TZwEzm7laRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/RytTlhed5nc/s72-c/216559_1789588733667_1058060430_1868856_950267_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-3966412622368398997</id><published>2011-04-05T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:53:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PERSECUTED by men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"If  you suffer for being a Christian, don’t feel ashamed, but praise God  for being called that name (1 Peter 4:16). Indeed, all who desire to  live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted (2 Timothy 3:12)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;COMFORTED by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-3966412622368398997?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3966412622368398997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=3966412622368398997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3966412622368398997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/3966412622368398997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/persecuted-by-men.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1074039946879534164</id><published>2011-04-05T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:34:45.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;1. I DON'T WANNA GET OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being young. They say I don't act my age. (How do you do that by the way?) Running, jumping, dancing, hopping - these are the things that I enjoy. I can be a lady for half an hour, but that would be the most uncomfortable feeling ever. The real me would still come out in no time. And it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I'm in church, I feel very at ease inside kidz tent. I can play like a kid, talk like a kid, and dance like a kid. My co-teachers have all seen my craziest moments. I so love being with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my crush's ex on FB,  she's so pretty. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;3. DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a proud sister. I bragged about my brothers and sisters. It's disappointing that they don't actually see it that way -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;4. BE DONE WITH HIM (Titus 3:10 TMSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love God, I will obey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;5. BERAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one person I miss, it's the girl I was with him :( I don't miss him. I miss how I misbehave every time we're together. I miss how I cling on to him when he's about to leave. I miss it when he's getting pissed off. I miss narrating my long weekly stories to him even though I'm not sure if he's really listening. I lost that girl now, and I want her back.&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/5260502183563550414-1074039946879534164?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1074039946879534164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1074039946879534164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1074039946879534164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1074039946879534164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-217819568516581739</id><published>2011-04-04T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:43:56.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need koya. I wanna tell him how sad I am because of wale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need wale. I wanna tell him how happy I am because of koya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both unavailable, I found myself talking to Daddy God, telling him exactly how I feel. He surely understands me. I know he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-217819568516581739?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/217819568516581739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=217819568516581739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/217819568516581739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/217819568516581739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-wale.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8055407658200297865</id><published>2011-04-04T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:04:49.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour of blank stare... ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-8055407658200297865?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8055407658200297865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8055407658200297865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8055407658200297865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8055407658200297865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-minutes-half-hour-of-blank-stare.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-7839860373478953658</id><published>2011-04-02T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:59:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy to see koya again.&lt;br /&gt;Happier if wale will show up too :)&lt;br /&gt;Happiest if I get to taste Kuya Tim's SPAM. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so blessed to have them as my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Time (Chika Time) with my twin [Jerise] tomorrow. I've missed our chika moments.&lt;br /&gt;LO tomorrow (2nd service). Thanks for the privilege, Pastora Erica.&lt;br /&gt;Ministry with Jaimee and co-teachers tomorrow. "Dabest" time na naman with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so blessed to have them as my sisters.&lt;/span&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/5260502183563550414-7839860373478953658?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7839860373478953658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=7839860373478953658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7839860373478953658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/7839860373478953658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-to-see-koya-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-8038391048356132354</id><published>2011-03-31T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:51:17.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sis, sali muku DQ kauli mu ne. Chocolate chips. Ampo tang flavor na buri mu. Takman ke.  Bali adwa. Freezer meng gad kadatang mu bale. Atsu ku mu naman kina Atchi ku. Ampo pang Jamaican beef patty. Ing half pinatubo flavor. Hihi. Share danaka man. Love you sis. Ne? Bati tana. Please. Love daka. Dakal naku kwentu keka. Pasyal tamu kadatang mu. Libri daka 7 11. Text ka mu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my pasalubong (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Atche&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/5260502183563550414-8038391048356132354?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8038391048356132354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=8038391048356132354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8038391048356132354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/8038391048356132354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/sis-sali-muku-dq-kauli-mu-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-1318033629435039049</id><published>2011-03-31T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:03:32.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;suffered from leg cramps again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was koya's fault. Hahaha. Remember my post last 3/6/11. I also experienced this pain but it was somebody else's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past 11 PM when he boarded the bus to Pampanga. But I had my eyes closed between 12 midnight to 12.15 thinking he'll be home in no time. Then out of nothing, I woke up at 1:58 AM, checked on my phone and see if he got home. I guess he did. And maybe, was dozing off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to get back to sleep again. I feel so tired. But my senses couldn't detect any melatonin. Some weird feeling would wake me up every hour, and would tell me to check on koya. Though I was too weak to thumb him up, I was expecting him to at least inform me that he got home. But 'twas almost 4 AM. What was I thinking? He was just from Manila. It wouldn't take that long. "Go back to sleep!!!" I knew that he was completely safe and sound. Just that it was sooooo me. So me to care too much. Still, I blame him for this pain. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to end this post. Hahaha. Let me just share what koya has shared. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari Jobe - everyone needs a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i3MjNdVjWOg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260502183563550414-1318033629435039049?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1318033629435039049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=1318033629435039049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1318033629435039049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/1318033629435039049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/suffered-from-leg-cramps-again-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i3MjNdVjWOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260502183563550414.post-5608941057721313490</id><published>2011-03-31T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:10:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEI (03.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5fLbXl0Ubg/TZP41r3tv7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zAlKX8rZzGc/s400/private_1_d55043422a5157752a0d9a83cb88e1f479b4b934d42162b5d491258eba9d6048l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590085163690082226" border="0" /&gt;We talk about a lot of things. And I mean a LOT! From our childhood memories up to our deepest secrets. My favorite topic is when we talk about God. She's my number one listener when I boast about my Daddy God. It's a relief when I get to share my problems to her. Like two days ago, I was able to open up to her what I've been through for the last three months. Strange though. But I find it sweet the fact we could easily catch up even after months of not seeing each other. When I say 'seeing', I meant sitting around doing nothing except chitchatting. Because it's different now, we still see each other often, like weekly, but not to celebrate Friday nights anymore. We're so done with that. We now talk about business matters, agendas, meetings, and all the world could throw out to young professionals like us. Crap. How I'm missing now the old times of our stress-free days. Lol. ILOVEHERSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOE NOE (03.31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why can't I find photo of us? Yes. I remember. 6 years nakaming hindi nagkikita!!! Halos group pic pa non uso and studio. So high school. Anyway, Noe has a been a great friend to me. He's my best bud since 2nd year high school. And until now, I still consider him as one. Kaso we missed a lot na about each other. Once in a while, like once a year, we get to talk through chat or text. And ngayon ko lang narealize, I miss him sobra. He should be in my wedding day. I should be in his, too. ISOLOVETHISMAN&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/5260502183563550414-5608941057721313490?l=sheyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5608941057721313490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5260502183563550414&amp;postID=5608941057721313490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5608941057721313490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260502183563550414/posts/default/5608941057721313490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheyspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-lei-03.html' title=''/><author><name>shey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878298426657904310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t294/sheytiotuico/me/xei003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5fLbXl0Ubg/TZP41r3tv7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zAlKX8rZzGc/s72-c/private_1_d55043422a5157752a0d9a83cb88e1f479b4b934d42162b5d491258eba9d6048l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
