<?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-26284664</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:58:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2049735411518549828</id><published>2011-08-09T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:26:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mefenamic Pls</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to start this blog. All I know is....I am in pain. It's so hard because I gave my all. I feel like...I am floating. I hope he knows how I feel right now. I am hoping for a little kindness, sit down and talk, and fix eveerything. But it did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I do not want to be mad at him. I am blaming myself partly for everything. Still, my heart forgives...and wishes him....goodluck. I hope you will not forget me nhel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2049735411518549828?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2049735411518549828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2049735411518549828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2049735411518549828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2049735411518549828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2011/08/mefenamic-pls.html' title='Mefenamic Pls'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6456659089523835018</id><published>2011-06-29T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:35:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>I am lonely now. I am thinking of the person who decided to stay away from me. I hope he will realize I mean no harm. I miss honey so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6456659089523835018?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6456659089523835018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6456659089523835018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6456659089523835018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6456659089523835018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2011/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6658047096657740335</id><published>2011-03-02T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:04:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VULNERABLE</title><content type='html'>In my entire life, two people told me that I am VULNERABLE. They are my friend Rosetti  and a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But vulnerable has many meanings. It is susceptible to attack, open to temptation, dangerous, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded or hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of comment caught my attention. What is it that they saw in me that made them said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am susceptible to attack...open to temptation. I wonder if they saw fragility in me, that I have no defense in my system? That I do not know how to defend myself in times of troubles? That I cannot detect trouble or cannot read lies from people around me? I don't have to prove if a person is lying. I can sense it....from the way the person talks, treats me as a person...from the way a person act in front of me...by the way the person looks at me in the eye...I will know if the person is true to me. No matter how I love that person....I will never allow lies and traitor to rule my life. No matter how painful it is...I will let him go. This means...I know how to be slaved by love...but I am not stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to temptation? Did these two persons saw that I am truly looking for someone? That my wings are always spreading and welcoming anyone who would like to come? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am dangerous....? I think and I believe I am a kind person. Looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am capable of being emotionally hurt....why? Is it because I easily trust people? That I look at their positive character more than the negative ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees...I dunno. The term given me...vulnerable....I am not comfortable with it. It makes me feel ...I am innocent and so helpless in front of the roaring lions in the dungeon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6658047096657740335?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6658047096657740335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6658047096657740335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6658047096657740335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6658047096657740335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2011/03/vulnerable.html' title='VULNERABLE'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6981158894837645809</id><published>2011-02-13T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:55:49.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about Loving and Hurting</title><content type='html'>First of all...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to the person reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will read here are important facts in order to know whether you are being loved or not at all. I can say some of them are based from personal experiences. You better check if the ones I will write here are Yes or No in your present lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you if...&lt;br /&gt;1. he gives you courtesy(in short...hindi ka niya pinag-aalala. It does not mean lahat na lang itetext niya o itatawag syo..at least yung mga bagay na importanteng malaman mo para at peace ka)&lt;br /&gt;2. he does not count the number of days or hours or minutes that he devotes with you(kase nga mahal ka niya...mararamdaman mo na kung pwede lang na makasama ka niya lagi...gagawin niya. hindi yung bibigyan ka niya ng schedule)&lt;br /&gt;3. he is very much present during important occasions(ateh..andun siya hanggang matapos ang occasion..hindi yung nagmamadali umalis pag Christmas o New Year..o nawawala pag Valentine's day...hahaha mag-isip ka pag ganon..may pupuntahan pa yung iba)&lt;br /&gt;4. he allows you to see his cellphone(ateh...pag dikit sa katawan niya ang cellphone niya at medyo patagu-tago pag may nagtetext hehehe think again. sure na may gf pa siya other than you o may kabolahan siyang iba)&lt;br /&gt;5. he speaks about himself and you in some futuristic scenarios (watch out ka ateh. pag wala ka naririnig sa kanya na something like..one of these days...magkasama kayo sa future life nyo o di kaya may plano siya para sa inyo 5,10 or 20 years from now...heheheh again ..pag wala..alam mo na yun. di ka gaano mahalaga sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;6. he exerts efforts to be with you and know you more and make the relationship strong(pag wala man lang kayong oras talaga bilang lovers na kayo lang..walang pag-uusap ng malalim paminsan minsan..well alam mo na yon...mababaw lang ang pagtingin niya sa yo)&lt;br /&gt;7.he wants your presence in his house or relative's house during occasions(hindi ka man lang ba isinasama sa kanila ateh? if tat is the case...syempre hindi ikaw ang legal na gf niyan...you have to wonder na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-relate ka ba dear reader? What do you think? Are all manifestations of being loved present in your relationship? If yes...good for you. If you are experiencing the examples I have said after each sign, you have to think and ask yourself if the relationship is still worth keeping. If you are a logical person, talk is okay, if it does not work..time to say goodbye must be next. But if you are the martyr and romantic type...maybe you will wait until he change his ways and be forever loving you. No one can tell. Goodluck.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6981158894837645809?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6981158894837645809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6981158894837645809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6981158894837645809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6981158894837645809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2011/02/facts-about-loving-and-hurting.html' title='Facts about Loving and Hurting'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5955626228837622021</id><published>2010-12-16T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:50:54.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is one of my favorite celebrations. Aside from the cool breeze of air in the evening until dawn, the people's hearts are open for kindness and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas 2010, I thank God for giving me 2 kids who are the source of my strength when I am lonely or when I have problems. I thank God for the work that I have now. I am able to support my kids more than enough. I thank God for my family and friends who make my life brighter. And most of all, I thank God for ArBau who is my joy and inspiration. I thank God( though sometimes they will be lighter) for the sad moments and sufferings in my life this 2010. They made me a better person....open-minded, understanding, tough, forgiving...hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have some extra fortune so I can visit Liza and her family and give them something for noche buena. Joel, her husband, does not have job now. Liza is my friend and I don't have to look for a place to do an outreach...all I need is to go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all who will be able to read my blog here. May you find contentment and happiness in your heart. May you do good deeds to others because Jesus, the star of Christmas, is in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5955626228837622021?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5955626228837622021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5955626228837622021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5955626228837622021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5955626228837622021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6956339641005242936</id><published>2010-12-07T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:00:57.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Intention of my Prayer</title><content type='html'>Everyday since I have loveed Arn, I always ask God to send an angel to protect him from harm. I prayed that the guardian angel whom I asked to be with him taps his shoulder in times of temptation. May he always be reminded of the sincerity of my love everyday so faithfulness will always be in his heart. Lastly, I prayed to God to always make him a good person everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6956339641005242936?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6956339641005242936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6956339641005242936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6956339641005242936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6956339641005242936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/12/hearts-whispers.html' title='Special Intention of my Prayer'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5768568158119043632</id><published>2010-11-15T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:46:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Freedom</title><content type='html'>Moving out from someone's umbrella of ownership can be considered as freedom already. I felt like a caged bird who flew away, scarred, a bit not ready to conquer the sky, but determined to overcome all obstacles...in God's help. I need to work harder, save when there is a chance...have to be a good captain of my ship or else I will sink alive. The happy memories in Del Pilar will be forever cherished, the struggles and dreams in Summerfield will be kept in my heart as a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the pain everytime I think of this, tears fell for so many times....it is time to move on. In life there are things that I have to accept...no matter how difficult or painful these realities are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people abused my kindness. Just like what I've promised to myself...show some FIRE from now on...but do not forget...it's still very good to be nice, respectful, and loyal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5768568158119043632?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5768568158119043632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5768568158119043632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5768568158119043632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5768568158119043632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/11/about-freedom.html' title='About Freedom'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1884809346744866909</id><published>2010-11-12T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:35:27.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARBAUT</title><content type='html'>I think 65 days are enough for me to give my initial commentos and opinions about ARBAUT. And as I do this blog, I am also thinking of the things that happened in relation to my blogpost today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArBaut is a serious type of person, hmmm, yes he shares stories also but he's not that talkative.  Sometimes stories or questions must be brought up first before he gives his opinions or stories also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is practical, he is for a planned life. Probably he does not like to commit mistakes anymore. Remember X.....or Y? Grabe parang algebra. It's good that Z is the last letter of the alphabet(wala na sanang sumunod pa hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is nice.....and caring also. He knows the obligations that must be performed to all the persons he cared and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is observant. Though sometimes personal thoughts must really be kept personal....I believe he was able to summarize and put a conclusion to all the observations that he has done to his honey. Do I need to ask him all those things....of course not. It's his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He longed for someone who will care and love him truthfully and honestly....someone who could prove her love for him. Honey must not forget this, ArBaut deserves all the happiness and care and love in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets what he wants. Many things happened...many events happened according to his plan, but it's a good plan though. Recall meeting the kids and his way of getting the care of the kids to him, recall the Tuy visit...plus don't forget Del Pilar to Lapu-lapu. That's quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of chikas but....I have to do something else. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1884809346744866909?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1884809346744866909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1884809346744866909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1884809346744866909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1884809346744866909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/11/arbaut.html' title='ARBAUT'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2378828120472856295</id><published>2010-10-22T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:25:08.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodluck to A. E. B.</title><content type='html'>I am a bit scared though I am trying to be brave. Tomorrow is  a big day. Goodluck to AEB. Welcome to Batangas! Goodluck to me too. But good people have angels, I guess, and a superhero(Bahala na si Batman) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for new hopes. Such move will make a new history. I am hoping and praying for happy moments from now on...something that will last a lifetime...with AEB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2378828120472856295?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2378828120472856295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2378828120472856295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2378828120472856295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2378828120472856295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodluck-to-e-b.html' title='Goodluck to A. E. B.'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4807274513974559726</id><published>2010-09-28T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:24:11.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face the WALL</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday I am oblige to attend a session about administrative training/concepts/projects. I can still remember that I was so sleepy last Tuesday during the session. Yes, I can clearly hear what the speaker was saying but not all were getting into my system that much...until I heard the thing about THE WALL.  It caught my attention and I believed I forgot that I was a sleepy head during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brother speaker said in our lives we are passing 6 stages. When we are young, there is dependence to others because of course we need to be fed, we need shelter and clothing. In the second stage,I believe it's about gradually moving out from dependency because people have graduated already and have works now. In the third stage, this is the time wherein people are more on achievements, building or reaping the fruits of their own efforts. This is more on prestige, power, materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WALL comes in stage 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this is the stage of our lives wherein we are faced with problems, sickness, feeling of being incomplete, feeling of being tired with life because of so many reasons. People do not like to face the wall. Why? This is because you will see here what you did to your life, the story of your liffe will be shown like in a movie. You will see the good, bad, and the worse part of you. It is like a mirror of your past that will haunt you. And if you want to face this wall, you have to face yourself. You have to accept who you are and all the wrongs that you did to yourself. It is actually ACCEPTANCE. Bad or good...you have to accept them all. It is really hard to cross and face this WALL in our lives because it takes courage, humility and maturity to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I asked myself if I unknowingly faced the WALL already. After a week of thinking (yes, I thought of this for so many times before I sleep at night huh), I can say I HAVE FACED THE WALL bravely...and I am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 34 years of existence, I have experienced happiness and sorrows, I've made mistakes, I suffered, left out in the dark...but I managed to get out from hell(of emotions) and smile again. How did I do it? I faced the wall...I have admitted my mistakes...I have promised that I will love myself and not let others abuse my kindness...I have accepted the directions that God wants me to be(no questions asked)...I have promised Him that I will be more prayerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my experience...and for me...because of that..I have faced the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4807274513974559726?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4807274513974559726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4807274513974559726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4807274513974559726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4807274513974559726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/face-wall.html' title='Face the WALL'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4279382335819924690</id><published>2010-09-21T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:51:13.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Type</title><content type='html'>Let's admit, every woman has her own standards in choosing her man. Well, standards can be "high" or "low". Some will say their standards are average qualities of men only. Maybe it depends on how one will justify her declarations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a man if he respects himself, if he shows good character, if he's loving, touchy, easy to deal with. He must be able to teach me something nice about life, about what he does. My type is a man who can show his world to me...without fear because he knows I will understand. I love a faithful man. I love a man who is beautiful inside and not what he can give me. Materials are temporary, character is eternal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4279382335819924690?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4279382335819924690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4279382335819924690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4279382335819924690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4279382335819924690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-type.html' title='My Type'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5616254575151352781</id><published>2010-09-16T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:16:18.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilaw Ng Aming Tahanan</title><content type='html'>Malapit na ang kaarawan ng aking ina. Taun-taon ay lagi kong naiisip ang pamamatnubay, pagmamahal at pagsasakripisyo niya para sa aming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masasabi kong napakasipag ng aking ina. Pagmulat ng kanyang mata mula umaga hanggang gabi ay inaasikaso niya ang aking mga kapatid, ang aking ama, pati na ang kanyang mga apo. Kung tutuusin ay hindi na niya dapat ginagawa ang sobrang trabaho na nakikita kong ginagawa niya pag umuuwi ako sa Tuy. Sa isang tulad niyang sisenta y singko na,dapat ay nagpapaalwan na siya sa buhay. Pero hindi, ginagampananpa rin niya ang pagiging ulirang ilaw ng tahanan, walang pagod sa pagpaparamdam ng kanyang pagdamay at pagmamahal. Kaya naman pag umuuwi ako sa Tuy, pinipilit kong akuin ang mga ginagawa niya. Maaga akong gumigising para maglinis ng bakuran, magluto, maglinis ng bahay, maghugas ng pinggan. Duon man langmagawa ko siyang pagpahingahin kahit isa o dalawang araw lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala niya ng lubusan kaming mga anak niya. Isang halimbawa ay pag kinukumusta niya ako kapag ako ay umuuwi. Maawa raw ako sa sarili ko kung hanggang alas onse ng hatinggabi ay gising pa ako. Inuusisa niya sa akin ang personal kong buhay, kung ano na ang nangyayari sa akin, na lagi akong mag-iingat dahil mag-isa lang ako sa Cavite, mag-isang dinadala ang sarili ko. Hindi ko na ipinapaalam ang mga hirap na nararanasan ko sa buhay ko para lamang mapatakbo iyon ng maayos. Ayaw ko na iniisip pa niya ako. Pero ang huling problema na hinarap ko, di ko na naitago pa dahil kung sa tanim sa bukid ay kasabihang humapay ako, binagyo. At naroon ang mga pamilya ko, ang mga kapatid ko, ang mga magulang ko, ang inay ko...inunawa ako, at ibinibigay pa rin ang pagtitiwala na para sa unang anak na tulad ko. Hindi ko makakalimutan ang matalinhagang pangungusap ng Inay,"Sa tamang panahon magiging masaya ka din. Hayaan mo lang ang tadhana ang mamili ng tamang tao para syo. Wag mong ipilit ang mga bagay bagay, darating yon sa panahong di mo inaasahan. Huwag matigas ang ulo mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naisip ko na kahit kahawig ako ni Tatay,madami akong minana kay Inay. Ang pagiging malakas, masipag, mapagmahal, at kakayahang magsakripisyo ang ilan lamang sa mga iyon. Ipinagpapasalamat ko ang magandang paghubog niya sa akin na tumayo sa sariling paa ang naging kaagapay ko sa mga bagyong dumaan sa buhay ko, na kahit anong lugmok ay babangon ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong hahanapin niya ang presensiya ko sa kanyang kaarawan dahil malayo ako. Naghihintay lang ako ng tamang araw para mapasaya ko naman muli ang aking ina...kahit mahuli pa ako. Maligayang kaarawan sa nag-iisang tao na iniidolo ko....ang aking Ina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5616254575151352781?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5616254575151352781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5616254575151352781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5616254575151352781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5616254575151352781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/ilaw-ng-aming-tahanan.html' title='Ilaw Ng Aming Tahanan'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6699044419697327959</id><published>2010-09-15T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:52:42.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces...through the years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOcJEjtNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/grzhMS7JaIQ/s1600/gandako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516995788907197650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOcJEjtNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/grzhMS7JaIQ/s200/gandako.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOb2b9kMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RhaAVcrGA1w/s1600/simplified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516995783905087682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOb2b9kMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RhaAVcrGA1w/s200/simplified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBObXsIyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OjhWJ4M4ImE/s1600/shiepel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516995775651432466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBObXsIyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OjhWJ4M4ImE/s200/shiepel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOa5Jo7JI/AAAAAAAAADw/vvxiuG68BDc/s1600/shiela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516995767453674642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOa5Jo7JI/AAAAAAAAADw/vvxiuG68BDc/s200/shiela1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different poses...different faces? Which do you think is the real me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6699044419697327959?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6699044419697327959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6699044419697327959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6699044419697327959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6699044419697327959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/facesthrough-years.html' title='Faces...through the years'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/TJBOcJEjtNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/grzhMS7JaIQ/s72-c/gandako.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4265577857347768994</id><published>2010-09-13T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:50:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ArBaut Comet</title><content type='html'>I never expected that a comet will land in my life.  The name is ArBaut. True, destiny has its own time. Suddenly, the world is now filled with roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I remember about ArBaut. First and foremost, I love the Yamaha pic. Things about the aircraft, starting point(gee, i miss this), the aerodynamics(nosebleed), altitude, the streets in the sky,flight,compass, tractors. He made me realize there's life in the airport hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that ArBaut loves to do is to....unwind. ArBaut has a  different definition of it I guess. hehehe I hope the unwinding in Tagaytay will be most remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArBaut is conquering me little by little...what I do, who I am with, where I stay(so I will not be able to hide hehehe). It's totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask for more. All I need to do is to believe. Is ArBaut real? Baka naman alien hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I love this madness...the ArBaut madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4265577857347768994?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4265577857347768994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4265577857347768994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4265577857347768994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4265577857347768994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/arbaut-comet.html' title='The ArBaut Comet'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5742021467139930760</id><published>2010-09-09T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:40:53.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Life</title><content type='html'>I do not know if all these works are meant to keep myself from thinking many problems. But just the same, it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 8am till 4:30PM, I am getting gaga with the works in my department(from post conferences to long meetings, etc). I must not feel the pain of whatever problems I have now, my subordinates need me, my kids need me, my siblings look up to me, people are expecting much from me. It's do or die. And I don't want the negative vibes to swallow me alive, so here I am ....surviving, taking each time to get up and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give a rest to my ....no, I don't want to call it foolishness. I will call it sweet arrest. Charge everything to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is right. I must get a life. I must not abuse myself, I must enjoy because life is short. Who knows, maybe this time I may find the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5742021467139930760?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5742021467139930760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5742021467139930760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5742021467139930760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5742021467139930760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-life.html' title='Get a Life'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8831593839504278988</id><published>2010-06-24T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:05:11.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four in a Row</title><content type='html'>Four consecutive months....four different struggles. I think those are too much already. I want to ask God "What are you trying to tell us...to my family?". We had enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last March, my nephew was hospitalized due to appendicitis. My sister and brother-in-law got tortured about the many bills that they had to pay. We almost lost Bibo, my smart nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When April came, my father was hospitalized also in Batangas City due to prostate concerns. The family stayed there for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May, the father of my brother-in-law suffered enlargement of the stomach due to cancer(not so sure about this). But the sad part is, he died after being hospitalized for almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June 1, my sister Zsazsa met a road mishap,jeepney against a ten wheeler truck in Batangas. I can't stand the sight of my sister when I visited her in the hospital. She suffered fractures in her arm and face. We had to transfer her to the UST Hospital for two operations. The operations lasted for 12 hours, from 7am to 7pm. My sister is on her way to recovery now but the memory of the accident will surely haunt her. Thanks to the caring doctors and nurses of UST. Thanks also to my other sister, Coly, and to my future brother-in-law, Vhido, for the untiring support and love to Shak. Thanks to all who prayed for Shak during the operation. Thanks Lola Lucia for your love to us. To my Ninang Remmie's family, may the good Lord bless you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God is telling the family to be more prayerful and support each other in times of happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is no more...fifth. In the name of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8831593839504278988?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8831593839504278988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8831593839504278988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8831593839504278988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8831593839504278988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/06/four-in-row.html' title='Four in a Row'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-958208157204935721</id><published>2010-01-21T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:36:24.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey 2010</title><content type='html'>This is my first 2010 blog. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping 2010 will not be bad for me coz I am already encountering problems. I am trying my best to control everything but I am always considering emotions and not making my brain works all the time. What can I do? I don't want to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy seeing my new house, new pet puppies, new neighbors, new environment. I think these are the good side of my new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-958208157204935721?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/958208157204935721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=958208157204935721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/958208157204935721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/958208157204935721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-2010.html' title='Hey 2010'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8804516926614756705</id><published>2009-08-10T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:05:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and St Peter Base</title><content type='html'>The place is kinda far. But I love the color of the house. It's green. It's peaceful. I think the people there don't care about the information of newbies anymore. They simply love to sing their hearts out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8804516926614756705?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8804516926614756705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8804516926614756705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8804516926614756705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8804516926614756705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2009/08/mary-and-st-peter-base.html' title='Mary and St Peter Base'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-9032052983443828894</id><published>2009-01-29T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:12:01.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bases</title><content type='html'>The Emerald Base- The base is 4 X 3 m. But that's okay. People can still move, eat, and sleep here. What's important is, there's a space to rest and do other stuff. Adjustment was not easy here. The problem was too complicated to the point of creating a situation that's not easy to handle. ah-uh People got ejected, dishonesty revealed, character was tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th Avenue Base-This is just like a rat house. It's dark and hot. It's messy. But the Muslims who live there are nice. Life here for almost a month is not enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Avenue Base- This is what I call condo. I love the make over in the condo. Yup it's green, cozy, and comfy. So many things happened here....success, happiness, and sorrows sometimes. I like the vibes in this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-9032052983443828894?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/9032052983443828894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=9032052983443828894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/9032052983443828894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/9032052983443828894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2009/01/bases.html' title='Bases'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-3882574355990719048</id><published>2009-01-12T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:57:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new in 2009?</title><content type='html'>It's so nice to be back in the blogsphere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud for the things that I have invested this past 6 months. I thank the Lord for all of these of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new house in Trece Martirez. I hope this will be the start of something new. I hope this house will bring so much happiness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm Angelina Jolie in my new motorbike.Hehehehe Feeling lang hahaha. It's so nice to play with speed but I have to be careful. I don't want to die young. I love it's color. It's as black as night with a little stripe design reminding me of Lastikman. Well, I can be Lastikwoman sometimes hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete...I won't tell it here.secret. Basta I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-3882574355990719048?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/3882574355990719048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=3882574355990719048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3882574355990719048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3882574355990719048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-new-in-2009.html' title='What&apos;s new in 2009?'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1412049180490541891</id><published>2008-11-13T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:16:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Happiness is what I feel now. I am facing life with so much hope for the future. Finally....the long wait is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad memories due to unwise decisions shall be forgotten...only the good memories remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can heal a wounded heart.  Move on.....don't look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1412049180490541891?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1412049180490541891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1412049180490541891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1412049180490541891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1412049180490541891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6547650332821477251</id><published>2008-06-19T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:46:44.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumusta?</title><content type='html'>How do I feel now? Well, let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make the fire bigger on the torch. Mahirap umalalay. Sometimes I feel upset and worried about many things. I always feel like I'm in an operation. Everyday. I have to act as if nothing is happening but deep inside there is a bit fear of being...crucified?hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing to say anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6547650332821477251?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6547650332821477251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6547650332821477251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6547650332821477251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6547650332821477251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2008/06/kumusta.html' title='Kumusta?'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8029367886324183227</id><published>2008-05-19T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:19:04.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling ARMY at the PCS Congress</title><content type='html'>I did not have much escapades this summer vacation except for attending Chloe's christening and participating in the PCS IT Congress at Hotel Intercon . I did not go to far places to have a vacation. I just stayed home and relaxed. So nice to feel that my batteries are now recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved niece is now a member of the Christian community. The tension was there but I was able to manage it. Being a "Tita" during that time was kinda difficult. I was able to show to the De Leola's their apo with my youngest sis without any untoward incident. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May 14 and 15 I was at the Hotel Intercon in Makati. I attended an IT Congress of the Phil Computer Society. I was very lucky to have been there. I was in the safest table coz five PA officers are there. They're from the Signal Group. Col Coztes and his group were so nice and friendly. Even the military are now active in such organization. Good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Uwian time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8029367886324183227?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8029367886324183227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8029367886324183227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8029367886324183227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8029367886324183227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-army-at-pcs-congress.html' title='Feeling ARMY at the PCS Congress'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8126471232637699987</id><published>2008-04-18T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:54:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update lang</title><content type='html'>I think I rested for quite a long time in blogging hehehehe Wala lang, lost the momentum to write here for a while. Or maybe I became busy and time to blog became a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solved many problems, achieved something, gambled again. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I am running out of words here now. Naninibago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just thinking of two things now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping my decision is right in this second chance that I am now facing. I'll just charge this thing to experience and memories pag mali ako. But this is what I call spice of life. This will make me tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey called last night. Wala lang....Sometimes things should not be blogged here. There's happiness and loneliness . Haayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8126471232637699987?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8126471232637699987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8126471232637699987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8126471232637699987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8126471232637699987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-lang.html' title='Update lang'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1367489704896546482</id><published>2007-12-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:04:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Lieutenant</title><content type='html'>I think I am correct. Lt Col is next to Major. I hope the stories that I have here won't be reason why you don't text me that much. Sometimes, I am hesitant to blog coz ....wala lang. Maybe you'll gonna read the blogs here and you might think something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick forever Sir Joey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1367489704896546482?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1367489704896546482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1367489704896546482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1367489704896546482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1367489704896546482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-lieutenant.html' title='Hi Lieutenant'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1552671673979992681</id><published>2007-12-17T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:47:45.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three?...etcetera</title><content type='html'>I had some good and bad chika now. It's like, I had floated last week. My brain did not work. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see.....hmmmm. What are these things that rocked me last week...&lt;br /&gt;1. I went on a mission. Caught the target 800 meters away from the point of origin. Codename: Red Vampire. It's exciting and heavenly though scary. I was able to see the target, wrestled the target. I believe I still need some time to know the target more. Sometimes the target has nice actions...sometimes....too rude. The info supports my observation. Education is lacking in the target....and exposure too. You don't understand, do you? Sorry na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My brod went to Alabang to see me. I gave my support to his wedding. I know he is still depress about something but I can still feel his excitement and happiness coz his girl will soon be with him in matrimony. Goodluck brother. May you be tough in the many challenges in marriage. More pamangkin for me. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I shopped. I bought things for the kids. We ate shark's fin also. The kids love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Diego rocked me. He'd never done this before. Too impulsive. His move was too dangerous. I had to protect him and myself too. We had a short talk. I don't know what he is up to but I am always ready for anything. I know his present situation. I am dumb if I will jump in the trap. The scenario that he presented is not okay for me....though I did not give any comment at all. I know him but he does not know me....at all. I lost in the past...too lost I had to retreat and recharge, but not now. I'll play the game well. My experiences admonished his dangerous return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I painted the house. Thanks to Mona's help. I love the sweet tangerine. The house is now a combination of sweet tangerine on the base part and white for the vertical bars. White signifies my vision for the coming year. Pure. I'll do everything for the kids. Reddish signifies bravery and happiness. Experiences molded me to be this tough...unafraid in facing whatever challenges that shall come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gemma and I chatted for a while in front of my house. Infos came of course. I pitied Vicente Lim coz of his situation now. He has no option but to hold on tight to the girl( whatever her name is). They are using each other. Maybe many people can say that Vicente Lim is lucky to have her coz she has a good source of finance(fr her Australian boyfriend), but from the way i see it, he is having a hard time. He swallowed all his principles as a man already. The whole picture tells me that, no matter how big the facade he is wearing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed near our gate. I caught a glimpse of him outside his house too. I wondered why he's there in deep thoughts. i didn't mind him that much coz i have things to think about also. I know he was looking at my direction. No problem with that. We are in a free country. No harm done. I went back inside the house, got my wallet and cellphone, i went out to buy a load. He's still there."Kumusta ka na?" I heard when I passed by his location. "Okay lang ako". I know he has problems. I can sense it. But I don't want to problem other people's problem. What's important is...there is an imaginary connection between us...no matter what happen...it will always be there. No much talking...but those very small talks...matter. There will always be a bond. In our present situation, we can never be buddies, or good friends. He should remake himself again and prove that he has still principles in life. I made my move, I can still remember it. Nothing happened. That would be the last. I will never do such move again. Time will tell if that move and whatever he told me shall happen. But now.....it's better to watch the picture. It's better to wish him all the best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1552671673979992681?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1552671673979992681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1552671673979992681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1552671673979992681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1552671673979992681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/12/chapter-threeetcetera.html' title='Chapter Three?...etcetera'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4724861669016077222</id><published>2007-12-11T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:01:16.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;The stars were shining bright in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Two hours before midnight&lt;br /&gt;The lovebirds met&lt;br /&gt;Sang the song of their hearts delight&lt;br /&gt;Flew up and touched the sky&lt;br /&gt;They came back to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Lay down awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella time, it's goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Days will soon go by&lt;br /&gt;Time again for paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --etras.r--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4724861669016077222?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4724861669016077222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4724861669016077222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4724861669016077222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4724861669016077222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/12/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2560588807867672262</id><published>2007-12-10T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:39:29.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long and winding road</title><content type='html'>Everytime I hear this song I can't help but sing with the Beatles. I've experienced being alone for so many times. It's painful. But everytime there is a chance for a communication, I can't help but step in. On and off. Happiness and pain. But at the end of everything, I will be left alone.....on the same road.....waiting and wanting to be with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for the only BOGUS in my life!!! To the one who flies and to the one who loves Maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and winding road&lt;br /&gt;That leads to your door&lt;br /&gt;Will never disappear&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen that road before&lt;br /&gt;It always leads me here&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to you door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild and windy night&lt;br /&gt;That the rain washed away&lt;br /&gt;Has left a pool of tears&lt;br /&gt;Crying for the day&lt;br /&gt;Why leave me standing here&lt;br /&gt;Let me know the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times Ive been alone&lt;br /&gt;And many times Ive cried&lt;br /&gt;Any way youll never know&lt;br /&gt;The many ways Ive tried&lt;br /&gt;But still they lead me back&lt;br /&gt;To the long winding road&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing here&lt;br /&gt;A long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to your door&lt;br /&gt;But still they lead me back&lt;br /&gt;To the long winding road&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing here&lt;br /&gt;A long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2560588807867672262?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2560588807867672262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2560588807867672262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2560588807867672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2560588807867672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-and-winding-road.html' title='The long and winding road'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-7661146848072003568</id><published>2007-11-27T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:20:39.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Nov. 23, we had a concert in DLSZ. It was sooooo fun. I am very sure the viewers enjoyed a lot coz they saw their mentors groovin' on stage.hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Iskul Bukol and the Wanna Be Dancers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L to R(Czar, Sheryll, Shiela, Vicky and Kyra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0vVtVkXE3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_atZPVPCNFo/s1600-h/IMG_1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137434774806664050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0vVtVkXE3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_atZPVPCNFo/s200/IMG_1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0vVOlkXE2I/AAAAAAAAABM/SUGe89BAo0g/s1600-h/IMG_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137434246525686626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0vVOlkXE2I/AAAAAAAAABM/SUGe89BAo0g/s200/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Retro Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137785643569976226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R00U0lkXE6I/AAAAAAAAABs/3fcAIF_nmZY/s200/retro.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gimme That Copa Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137786017232130994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R00VKVkXE7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SUpIDS50mK4/s200/copa.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;The show must go on no matter if the zipper was down already. I can still remember how Sir Mon reacted when I told him, "Oh my God Sir, the zipper went down. Back is bare now." Bahala na si Batman, o si Superman, o si Lastikman. Let's samba. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-7661146848072003568?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/7661146848072003568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=7661146848072003568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/7661146848072003568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/7661146848072003568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/11/performance-level.html' title='Performance Level'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0vVtVkXE3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_atZPVPCNFo/s72-c/IMG_1070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-586068740642993930</id><published>2007-11-21T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:24:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say cheese!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0OyElkXE1I/AAAAAAAAABE/9eKfjqozPQo/s1600-h/shiela_wears_blue_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135143792006337362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0OyElkXE1I/AAAAAAAAABE/9eKfjqozPQo/s200/shiela_wears_blue_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0Ox5FkXE0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/alJ6x2MXzsw/s1600-h/shiela_wears_blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135143594437841730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0Ox5FkXE0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/alJ6x2MXzsw/s200/shiela_wears_blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Gina and I made some poses. Reason? Well, this is the least thing I can do after coming to work late due to MMDA and LTO vehicle check/operation in Molino. Grrrrr!!!! My first time to be late this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-586068740642993930?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/586068740642993930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=586068740642993930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/586068740642993930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/586068740642993930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-cheese.html' title='Say cheese!!!!'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0OyElkXE1I/AAAAAAAAABE/9eKfjqozPQo/s72-c/shiela_wears_blue_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5252320737428005172</id><published>2007-11-19T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:33:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FKLVkXEyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FfJlQ4auT9s/s1600-h/izeljohn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134466608807744290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FKLVkXEyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FfJlQ4auT9s/s200/izeljohn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed with two angels whom I considered the source of my strength. During my lonely moments or whenever I feel down, all I need to do is to look at them. I'll be strong again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eldest is Izel. She's 11 years old already. She's so kikay. When she's a baby she's so fat. But now, she's slim. Very conscious about her looks. She loves to dance and sketch. When people ask her from whom she got her looks, she will tell....kay Mommy. You have to agree or else she'll get mad at you. She likes Jolly cheezy fries and chicken joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son's name is John. He's 10 years old. He is very playful, hyper to that effect. He loves computer games and basketball. He has a good singing voice. He loves to eat. He loves Jolly hotdog, pork sinigang, hamburger. He's hardheaded sometimes. Maybe coz he is still young. But whenever he embraces me, I can't help but give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/26284664-5252320737428005172?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5252320737428005172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5252320737428005172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5252320737428005172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5252320737428005172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FKLVkXEyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FfJlQ4auT9s/s72-c/izeljohn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4767215895745173695</id><published>2007-11-16T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:09:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLIFIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0JBvVkXEzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQH2CQAso_0/s1600-h/simplified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134738806655095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0JBvVkXEzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQH2CQAso_0/s200/simplified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FFmVkXExI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PFmNno-P4QE/s1600-h/she.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FFJVkXEwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7uRlpbwbzf8/s1600-h/kulotz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134461076889867010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0FFJVkXEwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7uRlpbwbzf8/s200/kulotz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's nice to see our faces on the monitor. Just take a look. You are not allowed to utter anything. Yeah...for your eyes only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend May gave me 6 running poses during our dance practice break last Saturday. Location:CPA Theater, De La Salle Zobel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIMPLIFIED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 out of 10 people like to keep things simplified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4767215895745173695?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4767215895745173695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4767215895745173695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4767215895745173695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4767215895745173695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-me.html' title='SIMPLIFIED'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAUELlkYolk/R0JBvVkXEzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQH2CQAso_0/s72-c/simplified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-102955504306029102</id><published>2007-10-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:15:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Forever</title><content type='html'>SUNNYLANE- We have no resemblance. I don't know why. Len is a patient woman, masipag, and I think she's into clean and healthy lifestyle. If I will be rich someday, I'll give her something for a living.Big grocery store. I will never forget what we shared in Makati. She helped me get my diploma in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYE-My intelligent twin sister.But I think I'm a bit prettier.hahahaha. Kaye knows my heart. She knows almost everything about me whether good or bad. She understands me. I simply love Kaye coz she does my obligations to our family in Batangas. How can I repay you sistah?! Kaye is mataray but that's purely her facade. She is very generous esp to our family. I do hope she'll have a happy family life in the future with Angel....unlike me huhuhu. I'll give you the gift that I have promised in your wedding. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLEN-I simply love Allen coz she is fun to be with. Grabe ang daldal. No dull moments. She stayed with me for 2 years in our house aside from Kaye. I will not also forget the sacrifices that she had done for me and my kids. Allen has the super speed ability to do all tasks on time. Strong ang bruha talaga. She loves our mother so much that's what I notice with her. You will see her cry when there is a problem in the family. Angal baka. One more thing, she's witty. Dapat manahin yan ni Jaren.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZSAZSA-Actually, her name is Sunshine. Now everyone calls her Zsa, Shak, Mama ZsaZsa. ZsaZsa has a resemblance with Len. Pretty also. It must be her hair that says it all. Wavy...just like mine hehehe. Zsa is kind and she serves everyone in the family, from the oldest to the youngest. Wawa man. Hahaha Panget_baby forever ang drama niyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINETTE-The family fondly calls her Coly, Colinette...and I think she likes them. Coly is the youngest sister. She is adventurous. Motorbiking is her game. Kaskasera. She's the bunso and I think she does not like to be noticed all the time...especially now. She's a very young mom to Chloe. My sister and I have the same in common....we are impulsive but brave. She followed my steps. She married at a young age. I just hope she'll be tough till the end just like me. I will always extend help to Clinette no matter what. I will never forget her role in giving me the person that I still ___ till now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-102955504306029102?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/102955504306029102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=102955504306029102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/102955504306029102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/102955504306029102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/10/sisters-forever.html' title='Sisters Forever'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8781256490045220300</id><published>2007-10-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:26:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended daw</title><content type='html'>I went out last night to buy something for breakfast the next morning. It was 9:45pm. When I get back I was surprised to see Rol and Rey outside his house. He said "Kumusta na?" . I replied, "Okay lang.". After a few steps i asked him "Why are you here? Don't you report for work anymore?". He said  he is suspended. Hmm I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's karma. No, I hope it's not like that. It's better to see people flying high than crawling on the ground. Well that's my opinion only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8781256490045220300?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8781256490045220300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8781256490045220300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8781256490045220300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8781256490045220300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/10/suspended-daw.html' title='Suspended daw'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1043749711643559650</id><published>2007-10-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:16:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so light</title><content type='html'>I had a drinking session with my neighbors last Saturday night. Reason? It's Beth's birthday. Actually I joined them not because I feel so happy about my neighbor's birthday but because I feel bad about being so alone in life now and I feel bad about Sarte. I have so many thoughts in mind that I could not share to some friends coz they won't understand me. Or maybe I don't share these thoughts coz I don't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have drinking session for so many days until last Saturday. Tinablan agad ako. Yeah tipsy that's it. Friends teased me the next morning coz I keep on repeating one statement...."I feel so light." hehehehe kakahiya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1043749711643559650?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1043749711643559650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1043749711643559650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1043749711643559650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1043749711643559650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-so-light.html' title='I feel so light'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-1308187255236550541</id><published>2007-10-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:09:59.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daing ng Puso</title><content type='html'>May mga tao talaga na iba ang sinasabi kaysa ginagawa. Bakit kaya ganoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural lamang sa isang tao na ipakita o ipagmalaki ang mga ginawang sa palagay niya ay magaling siya o nakakaangat sa iba. Meron din namang ipinagmamalaki kung ano ang meron siya o ang mga bagay na kayang gawin lalo na kung susukatin nito ang pagkalalaki ng isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga sa tao ang pakiramdam na siya ay magaling. Ngunit, paano na kung ang mga sinabi ng isang tao ay naging walang saysay dahil hindi niya ito napatunayan o napanindigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking palagay siya ay isang walang kwentang tao. Hindi siya dapat binibigyan ng paggalang at panahon. Kahit isang segundo ay di dapat ibinibigay sa kanya dahil pag-aaksaya lamang ito ng oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy na iinog ang mundo, patuloy na tatakbo ang oras, at kailangang pagpapakatatag ang pananggalang dito. May mga mahiwagang oras na magdadaop ang landas dahil iisa ang ginagalawan. Nakakayanig man ang mga sulyap at titig, kailangang higpitan ang kapit sa mas natatanging pagmamahal sa mga taong umaasa, kailangang magsakripisyo at tiisin ang dumadagundong na pagmamahal na nanggagaling sa kaibuturan ng puso. Kailangang magpakatatag at hintayin ang tamang oras sapagkat siya ay hindi karapatdapat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-1308187255236550541?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/1308187255236550541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=1308187255236550541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1308187255236550541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/1308187255236550541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/10/daing-ng-puso.html' title='Daing ng Puso'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-7626980436593859188</id><published>2007-09-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:36:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simple Prayer</title><content type='html'>This is my prayer before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thank you for everything. Thank you because another day shall end again...and we (Ize, John , and I) are still alive. Thanks for the blessings. Pls forgive me for my sins and extend more patience with me. Pls send your angels to protect us from harm as we sleep.  Take good care of the people I love. Pls wake me up early at 5am.Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like long prayers. I want a simple one that comes straight from my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-7626980436593859188?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/7626980436593859188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=7626980436593859188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/7626980436593859188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/7626980436593859188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-simple-prayer.html' title='My Simple Prayer'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-3676361693026056354</id><published>2007-09-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:13:15.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Moments</title><content type='html'>1. It was Sunday night. Drinking session. Gregorio St.He passed by our house. Hmmmm checking maybe. Suddenly, he came back and said.......nakat hela. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sept 19-Billiard house near the kanto. He stared. I panicked. I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sept 20-Gregorio St. Blazing stares. No words. No talks. Just eye contact. It's more....powerful.. and dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-3676361693026056354?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/3676361693026056354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=3676361693026056354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3676361693026056354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3676361693026056354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-moments.html' title='Beautiful Moments'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8886275924702886820</id><published>2007-09-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:08:57.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erlinda:The General in Villa Ilaya</title><content type='html'>General.Commander. These are usually the fancy terms which my relatives and family members call my mother. Grabe naman kase ang Inay minsan. Ang tapang. She's like a general with machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Inay is one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inay will celebrate her birthday tomorrow. Happy 62nd bday Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I sent cash as birthday gift(via LBC) yesterday. I do hope she'll feel my love kahit i'm quite far from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inay you will always be here in my heart. You'll always be my source of strength now that I'm struggling so hard in facing my obligations to your two grandchildren. I do remember your hardships esp when I was studying in college. I acknowledge your sacrifices in order to give me a better life. You still love me despite of my failure in helping my siblings build a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel so down I think of you. I think of our precious moments. I think of how you took care of me when I was young. I think of your courage and strength in facing life's challenges. And maybe...those are the things that I got from you. I face problems squarely just like you. Hmmmm there's one thing that I did not get from you....di ako nagger hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I wanna say "thank you" for all the love that you gave me. May you have many birthdays to come. May you always feel that I am here for you. Your Michelle will always do her best to give only happiness. Your Michelle Inay will not share or give you burden to the best of her ability.....because this is the only way I could show my love for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8886275924702886820?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8886275924702886820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8886275924702886820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8886275924702886820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8886275924702886820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/09/erlindathe-general-in-villa-ilaya.html' title='Erlinda:The General in Villa Ilaya'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5732774679689858130</id><published>2007-09-04T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:51:20.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truth</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, Sept 2, 2007, 10AM, I was in Dacanlao Calaca. Ahnel came with me. I don't want to wait anymore so I had that kind of move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Kuya Biloy in the kanto. Some of his friends told me that he's in the town proper or at home. I can't wait that long coz I need to attend my nephew's party. We've decided to go to Kuya Biloy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is just near the kanto where we stayed. Probably 400 meters away only. Some folks there directed us to the location of the house. It's near the chapel and the road is quite narrow. I saw a woman standing near the gate. She's Ate Maring. I think she's on her late 40's. Kuya Biloy was not in the house so I have no choice but to talk with Ate Maring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Maring is quite talkative and straight forward person. I got some information from her about Yrma....and the infos somehow surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a "mano po" to Yrma's mother. Nanay is really old and kinda weak from the way I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave at once. I don't want kibitzers to get a hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place lonely. But I am hoping that one day.....Yrma shall come out in the open to give an explanation to all problems that arise due to lack of communication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5732774679689858130?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5732774679689858130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5732774679689858130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5732774679689858130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5732774679689858130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/09/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment of truth'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5570912508613938334</id><published>2007-08-30T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:15:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to miss a thing</title><content type='html'>This song is Aerosmith's original but after many years Regine Velasquez revived it. It's slow rock during Aerosmith's time but it became a true mellow song with Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the songs that I like. I can relate with the lyrics so much. When I am in-love, I really don't want to miss a thing about the person. Every move, every stare, every word is worth remembering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While youre far away dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment spent with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a moment I treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Im wondering what youre dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if its me youre seeing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thank God were together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to stay with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this moment forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to miss one smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to miss one kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right here with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5570912508613938334?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5570912508613938334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5570912508613938334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5570912508613938334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5570912508613938334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing_30.html' title='I don&apos;t want to miss a thing'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-3550883572226501412</id><published>2007-08-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:23:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with being alone?</title><content type='html'>When a person is not in the state of being alone, probably that person will say time management is the name of the game. It's hard when you are in the real action of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ize and John are with me. I have to take care of them, support them, give them all the love that I could give. Oh, they are my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my usual sched now that I'm a solo flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up at 4:45 am. I need to prepare everything that the kids will use in school. Mainit na tubig must be ready, breakfast, baon, uniform, etc. Grabe ito. They should be out at 5:40 am if they don't want to be late in school. They go with their Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'll give myself 30 minutes to clean the house. I consider it as my early exercise. Everything must be done .....fast or else I will be late for work. When 6:30 am comes, I have to take a bath fast. 10 to 15 minutes only. I have to dress up fast too so I won't be late in the van's 2nd or 3rd trip to Alabang. The service in Alabang leaves at EXACTLY 7:15 am. When it's traffic i usually end up commuting to the work place in a jeepney with some friends who also arrived late in the service waiting area. Too bad.Too costly. Bad trip ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be with the studs at 7:50 am until 8:15 am for the morning routine. At this point, my stomach is already in need of food. I eat my bfast in the lounge for 20 minutes, chat with some friends there also. After that, I need to focus on my programs and I need to attend my classes for the day. At 4:30 pm, I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually arrive home around 5:30 to 6:00pm. I will rest for a while coz it's really so hard to walk from the kanto to my house. Sometimes I eat merienda, sometimes I don't. It depends on my mood. I exercise for 30 minutes. I do some nice and hard steps (street dance kuno) to make myself okay. Hahahaha aminin. Okay, I want to have a shaper body that's why I dance a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cook dinner of course. It's more expensive when I buy food outside. I watch the news after cooking or as I wait for the kids to come home at around 7:00 to 7:30pm. We eat together. I always ask them impt things about school. Martyr na Mommy hehehe. The kids sleep at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids are already sleeping, it's already my emote period. I can't help but think many darn things about being alone. Sana my kasama ako nanunuod ng TV or makausap man lang. Sana may nalalambingan ako. I even text or call my siblings when I get so lonely and I almost want to cry. So hard. I close my eyes at 11pm.. sleep when the angel pities me already and send me to rest at 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There......what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the good things of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I manage my life alone. I can do all the things that I like to do. I decide alone. I am responsible for my actions.&lt;br /&gt;2. My earnings are really for me only...ooopps also for the kids. I can shop anytime. I can buy whatever I like...no one will stop me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I learn to do things fast. I value my time. I learn that time management is impt.&lt;br /&gt;4. I learn to save. Nobody will help me when it's time to pay some bills.&lt;br /&gt;5. I learn to love myself. Nobody will take care of me. I have to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. I learn men stuff. Mag ayos ba ng kanal , gripo, outlet. Kulang na lang umakyat sa bubong eh. Grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;7. I learn to be imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... these are the bad things of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;1. I sometimes feel every part of my body aches coz of over fatigue. More work and less rest.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get freak easily.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mapapanisan ka ng laway. I have no choice but to value my saliva. Talk to the walls girl.&lt;br /&gt;4. I long for tender loving care hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men think I'm a good target coz I need a little tender loving care. GRRRR I dunno. Getting paranoid huh girl.&lt;br /&gt;6. I mind my own problems. No help whatsoever from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 50/50. Sometimes I feel contented of being alone (when I am busy). But at night............ don't ask me anymore....it's too dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-3550883572226501412?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/3550883572226501412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=3550883572226501412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3550883572226501412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/3550883572226501412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-with-being-alone.html' title='What&apos;s with being alone?'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2623535236844684682</id><published>2007-08-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:01:43.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Codename: Rol and Rey</title><content type='html'>I can still remember the first time I saw Rol and Rey in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One early afternoon as I walked home, I saw a man chatting with some acquaintances in Gregorio. His figure is catchy. To my surprised Rol and Rey smiled at me saying, "Kumusta ka na? Tumaba ka ah.". I don't know what to say 'coz I don't know him. I swear that's the first time I saw him in Gregorio. So I smiled indifferently, and I said, "Hindi kita matandaan.". Nuts!!!! What can I do that's the truth. I immediately got bad impression about him....hmmmmp presko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same scene happened again. I gave the same reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he's just a good for nothing tambay in the area....I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many months, I learned he is somebody. A man in uniform also. So what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fast track infos.......fast forward baby!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente Lim, 2/27, tall, dark, handsome,719, Bicolano, Smart subscriber, chickboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2623535236844684682?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2623535236844684682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2623535236844684682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2623535236844684682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2623535236844684682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/08/codename-rol-and-rey.html' title='Codename: Rol and Rey'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2855504490389828222</id><published>2007-08-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:45:32.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YRMA WHERE ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>I thought the long wait is over.....but I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 new moons gave so many happy and sad moments. The last time Yrma and I talk was July 7,2007. It was kinda long...and we talked about his situation. The last time I see him in our place was June 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I have so many thoughts on my mind. I will make a move when I go home in Tuy. I need to know the truth. I don't want to guess anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2855504490389828222?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2855504490389828222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2855504490389828222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2855504490389828222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2855504490389828222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/08/yrma-where-are-you.html' title='YRMA WHERE ARE YOU?'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5475929179024723592</id><published>2007-06-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:25:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>Cupid holds a heart&lt;br /&gt;The heart is restless and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Hush! The heart is mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5475929179024723592?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/5475929179024723592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=5475929179024723592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5475929179024723592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5475929179024723592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/06/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-4531637967080471474</id><published>2007-06-25T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:12:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haikkkkkkk Haiku</title><content type='html'>This is one thing that I've done good for myself. I've sent two entries for the Haiku Contest.Hehehhe Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme is about nature. It can be appreciation or care for nature. So here are my entries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy Haiku entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asul na karagatan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puno ng yaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga isda ay natahan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Haiku entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue mountain so high&lt;br /&gt;Ground is free from slash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Trees live and birds fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but I think I have a talent in poetry coz I really find making such stuff easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a very distant relative of Francisco Balagtas hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-4531637967080471474?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/4531637967080471474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=4531637967080471474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4531637967080471474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/4531637967080471474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/06/haikkkkkkk-haiku.html' title='Haikkkkkkk Haiku'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-5003810567670292528</id><published>2007-04-20T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:25:22.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Hiatus</title><content type='html'>At this point I am thinking about productive things that I can do this summer. I like to go to some tourists attractions. I like to have a driving lesson. I like to start a small business. I like to plan the movies that I'll watch. Hmmmm....too many things to do...too little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-5003810567670292528?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5003810567670292528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/5003810567670292528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/04/summertime-hiatus.html' title='Summertime Hiatus'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-6126220973019895025</id><published>2007-04-13T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:58:42.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life changes...life must go on</title><content type='html'>Maverick/Tom Cruise communicated with me last month. He even called me and we talked about many things. Now he's gone again. I mean, what's wrong with him? I'm getting nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister will get married this April 22. Too bad coz she is still very young. She is only 19. Goodness! She did not learn a lesson from me. I am really wishing her.....good luck. May she be able to do her duties as a wife and may she finish her studies in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother does not like to be left behind by younger siblings. Our family asked the hand of her girlfriend for marriage. Oh my gosh! The marriage is set next year. Anyway, he is at the right age already. It's just that, my other siblings find their future sister-in-law too shy ! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......WTX is on his graceful EXIT. So embarrassing on his part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-6126220973019895025?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/6126220973019895025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=6126220973019895025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6126220973019895025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/6126220973019895025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-changeslife-must-go-on.html' title='Life changes...life must go on'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-8579983029461361862</id><published>2007-03-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:47:46.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranghero</title><content type='html'>by Gabriela Blanca (shiepel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ito ay tulang sagot sa Manhid ni Andres Rizal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay naaliw nang aking mabasa&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong tulang laan para sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sana, ito ay iyong makita&lt;br /&gt;Upang makamit na, pag-ibig sa sinisinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba tayo ay nasa makabago na&lt;br /&gt;Mabilis, di mabagal, ang uso sa tuwina&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka nang ligaw tingin&lt;br /&gt;Marapat ay ipabatid ang damdamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa ng paraan, sa kanya ay lumapit&lt;br /&gt;Maaari mo namang sabihing siya ay marikit&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ang iyong hinihintay?&lt;br /&gt;Baka ikaw ay maunahan, saka malulumbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo sanang isipin na siya ay manhid&lt;br /&gt;Baka hinihintay lamang pag-ibig mo ay ipabatid&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang mawawala kung iyong sasambitin&lt;br /&gt;Iyong pagmamahal na matagal nang kinikimkim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit mo nang marinig&lt;br /&gt;Bulong ng pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Lakas ng loob ang kailangan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag maging estranghero sa minamahal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-8579983029461361862?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/8579983029461361862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=8579983029461361862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8579983029461361862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/8579983029461361862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/03/estranghero.html' title='Estranghero'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-2868335726343907257</id><published>2007-02-16T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:25:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildred and Benin: Face to Face</title><content type='html'>One cannot really tell what will happen in the future. Life has full of surprises. Who will ever imagine that Mildred was given a chance to meet Benin, and vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost ten years when they see each other for the first time. No hand shake, no long hours of conversation, just nods, smiles, hi, hello, and good morning. Destiny has its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one beautiful morning,Benin offered Mildred a ride. He asked Mildred her cellphone number.That's it! It started from there. The two became textfriends. They were bored and lonely. Until one time, they shared a kiss. Grabe talaga sila ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, they are like strangers. They see to it there is a wall between them to avoid intrigues and problems. But every stare, every smile matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not yet finished. This blog shall tell what will happen next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-2868335726343907257?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/2868335726343907257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=2868335726343907257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2868335726343907257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/2868335726343907257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/02/mildred-and-benin-face-to-face.html' title='Mildred and Benin: Face to Face'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-117092225359413685</id><published>2007-02-08T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:12:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><content type='html'>by &lt;em&gt;shiepel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sailing in the middle of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The wind is strong.&lt;br /&gt;The sea is deep.&lt;br /&gt;Waves are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boat is floating.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling but floating&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind and waves&lt;br /&gt;I am sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions are unclear.&lt;br /&gt;North? South? East? West?&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats fast.&lt;br /&gt;The boat might stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound is loud.&lt;br /&gt;The captain is waving.&lt;br /&gt;My boat is moving.&lt;br /&gt;The ship is pulling the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-117092225359413685?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/117092225359413685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=117092225359413685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/117092225359413685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/117092225359413685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/02/sailing.html' title='Sailing'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-116850280302279914</id><published>2007-01-11T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:06:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions Oink Oink!</title><content type='html'>I had many resolutions in the past years. One week after New Year, i was still firm with the resolutions.Two weeks after, I got confused whether I need to get hold of them.Third week....I gave up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the point is...I've tried!At least!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some resolutions that I've declared for the year of the Oink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't want to die young. I have to eat more fruits,vegetables and fish. Diet baby! Yeah, I can feel the discomfort when I can't move fast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile even if problems are many.I don't want to have wrinkles noh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dedma! I will not mind people who think bad about me.Sorry na lang!Dedma kayo jan!&lt;br /&gt;4. Save.Save.Save.I am not getting any younger.I need to prepare my future and kids' future too. Gone are the shopping days.&lt;br /&gt;5. Devote more time to my kids and my family in Batangas. They are the source of my strength when everything gets wrong already.&lt;br /&gt;6. Know more the students personally. I should not be ashamed to step forward and ask. Who knows, I might be an angel to someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There folks! I hope I'll be able to get hold of them until the midnight of December 31,2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-116850280302279914?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/116850280302279914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=116850280302279914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/116850280302279914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/116850280302279914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions-oink-oink.html' title='Resolutions Oink Oink!'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-116305956278142335</id><published>2006-11-09T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:06:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Is BRENT</title><content type='html'>I'm here once again (after many days) to blog about my 3rd nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Brent Matthew B. Dela Rosa. He is really super cute because he has dimples. He has fair complexion and has chinny eyes. He was born on September 26,2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this baby boy loves to cry at night! Poor sister of mine. It's part of being a mom.hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-116305956278142335?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/116305956278142335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=116305956278142335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/116305956278142335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/116305956278142335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/11/name-is-brent.html' title='The Name Is BRENT'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-115882701128278468</id><published>2006-09-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:23:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted! JAREN</title><content type='html'>I just want you guys to know I have a new nephew.The second one.His name is Marcus Jaren.He is the son of Allen and Renel.Hmmmm....good Lord! He is so......cute!I bet he'll be a hunk someday.hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-115882701128278468?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/115882701128278468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=115882701128278468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/115882701128278468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/115882701128278468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/09/wanted-jaren.html' title='Wanted! JAREN'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-115746479002562807</id><published>2006-09-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:59:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>I thought i'll be able to submit my grades on time....I was wrong. I need to wait for some students to submit their project. I don't know why after I gave so much time for project making, still, things did not work out fine for my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so....i am here now in front of the computer, together with my son, John, to check some projects. I pity my son coz he badly needs sleep but he chose to stay with me. Love you baby for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night sleep bloggers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-115746479002562807?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/115746479002562807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=115746479002562807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/115746479002562807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/115746479002562807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/09/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-114915048792530158</id><published>2006-06-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:28:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Princess</title><content type='html'>I will never forget the first time I saw her face. For me, she's worth all my hardships and sacrifices. I kissed her with so much affection this morning because it's her 10th birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for 10 years my little princess Izel gave me so much happiness. She loves me that much. Her gestures cannot hide it.  She's a loving girl, a talented one. She's fond of designing gowns and drawing many types of greeting cards. She knows how to dance well also. My princess studies well also. I am her idol when it comes to studies.Right Ate?Hehe Kikay kits?She has one!She's already conscious about herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her birthday today I wish her good health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ate Ize!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-114915048792530158?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/114915048792530158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=114915048792530158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114915048792530158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114915048792530158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-princess.html' title='My Little Princess'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-114545813290440593</id><published>2006-04-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:42:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iBlog2 at UP Diliman</title><content type='html'>I travelled for 2 hours just to attend a series of talks about blogging. Imagine, from Cavite to UP Diliman! But it's worth the effort because I learned many things about blogs and some cool tips about blog writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Nadine Diaz and I were in Sta Ana Room at UP Diliman College of Law Bldg last Tuesday to witness the whole event. We were attentive because we had assignments to do (Hi &lt;a href="http://www.digitalfilipino.com"&gt;Ms. Janette Toral&lt;/a&gt; hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start now with my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Emil Avanceña of DotPH started to talk about Trends and Technology for Filipino Bloggers. He said that blogs are democratization of expressions. He even emphasized that bloggers must show who they are to the readers (as proof of being committed to their blogs?) by integrating media services. After that he called Mr Michael Villar to explain the newest features of &lt;a href="http://www.i.ph"&gt;www.i.ph&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Mike!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mike Villar showed how a blogger can have full control on his blog/blogsite. He showed the audience many slides about i.ph. Photo and video galleries can now be added. Changing the image refreshes the image part only and not the entire blog. The readers can comment on photo blogs. Email, clock, tagboard, chat, SMS, links and profiles can be arranged/included in the blogsite. Selected persons can be given access to certain blogs. (Isn't that great, you can keep your very private escapades and secrets from your Mama hehe) In short, i.ph makes blogs more accessible, gives data security, and provides better relationship for developers and bloggers. So guys, check &lt;a href="http://www.i.ph"&gt;www.i.ph&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very informative and very entertaining talk is Write Here, Write Now(The Author as a Blogger) by &lt;a href="http://deanalfar.blogspot.com"&gt;Dean Francis Alfar&lt;/a&gt;. I like his humorous talk!Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important things that he emphasized if you want to be a writer are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise. Write, write, write. Do mental flexing. Play beats. Practice makes it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;2. Exposure. Feedback from readers are important be it positive or negative. If feedbacks are negative, take them objectively. Kind words from the readers are priceless, be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;3. Discipline. Write when you can. Have small goals. Write without editing (edit later). Stop when you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dean Alfar's parting statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the past.&lt;br /&gt;Work today.&lt;br /&gt;Do note fear tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in note!!!!! Hey Dean, although you begged not to include the erroneous part (note)....I can't help it. Hehe Kidding aside, he delivered the talk very well.Bravo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day in UP Diliman because of iblog2's very good speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-114545813290440593?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iblogph.org' title='iBlog2 at UP Diliman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/114545813290440593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=114545813290440593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114545813290440593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114545813290440593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/04/iblog2-at-up-diliman.html' title='iBlog2 at UP Diliman'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26284664.post-114525715057964962</id><published>2006-04-17T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:59:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs....Here I come!</title><content type='html'>The place was in the heart of Makati, the floor was in the 16th, the time was 9am...I started my Blogging 101 Workshop together with Sir Flu and Ms Nadine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart and nice lady who talked about this blog stuff was Ms. Janette Toral.  I learned what blog is all about, types of blogs, content development ideas, important things about copyright ( i was surprised to learn about copy left...whoa!), blog promotion and sustainability, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ms Janette, blog is a website that is used in the manner of an online journal. Blog focuses also on a particular subject and it can be used also as online diaries. And my! There are many types of blogs! They are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;personal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;professional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moblog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cultural&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collaborative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;educational&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;directory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;link&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spam or splog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;political&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warblog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from blogging concepts, Atty Marquez of Business Software Alliance talked about Software Piracy and the five common types of software piracy. These are end-user piracy, client-server overuse, internet piracy, hard disk loading, and software counterfeiting. I believe students, parents, or ordinary people whose work is inclined with computer software must be given information about software piracy. It's better to be informed than pay and worst, go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning session was okay!I learned a lot about blogs and software piracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26284664-114525715057964962?l=shiepel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/feeds/114525715057964962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26284664&amp;postID=114525715057964962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114525715057964962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26284664/posts/default/114525715057964962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiepel.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogshere-i-come.html' title='Blogs....Here I come!'/><author><name>The Gentle Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08835268169297415203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
