<?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-7540214</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:05:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME SIGHT, BEYOND SIGHT...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-116538893056353585</id><published>2006-12-06T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:08:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE</title><content type='html'>Maybe God wanted us to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but if it does not, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you are the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this message to those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life in one way or another, to those who make you smile when you really need it, to those that make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, to those who you want to let them know that you appreciate their friendship. And if you don't, don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you. You will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten someone's day with this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-116538893056353585?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/116538893056353585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=116538893056353585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/116538893056353585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/116538893056353585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/12/maybe.html' title='MAYBE'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-115772162449937945</id><published>2006-09-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:20:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A jobless man applied for the position of "office&lt;br /&gt;  boy" at Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;  The HR manager interviewed him then watched him&lt;br /&gt;  cleaning the floor as a test.&lt;br /&gt;  "You are employed" he said. "Give me your e-mail&lt;br /&gt;  address and I'll send you the application to fill in,&lt;br /&gt;  as well as date when you may start.&lt;br /&gt;  The man replied "But I don't have a computer,&lt;br /&gt;  neither an email".&lt;br /&gt;  "I'm sorry", said the HR manager. If you don't&lt;br /&gt;  have an email, that means you do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;  And who doesn't exist,cannot have the job."&lt;br /&gt;  The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know&lt;br /&gt;  what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then&lt;br /&gt;  decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg&lt;br /&gt;  tomato crate.&lt;br /&gt;  He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round.&lt;br /&gt;  In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his&lt;br /&gt;  capital. He repeated the operation three times,&lt;br /&gt;  and returned home with $60.&lt;br /&gt;  The man realized that he can survive by this way,&lt;br /&gt;  and started to go everyday earlier,&lt;br /&gt;  and return late. Thus, his money doubled or&lt;br /&gt;  tripled every day.&lt;br /&gt;  Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then&lt;br /&gt;  he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;  5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food&lt;br /&gt;  retailers in the US.&lt;br /&gt;  He started to plan his family's future and decided&lt;br /&gt;  to have a life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;  He called an insurance broker, and chose a&lt;br /&gt;  protection plan. When the conversation&lt;br /&gt;  was concluded the broker asked him his email.&lt;br /&gt;  The man replied, "I don't have an email."&lt;br /&gt;  The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an&lt;br /&gt;  email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire.&lt;br /&gt;  Can you imagine what you could have been if you&lt;br /&gt;  had email?!!" The man thought for a while and&lt;br /&gt;  replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;  M1 - Internet is not the solution to your life.&lt;br /&gt;  M2 - If you don't have internet, and work hard,&lt;br /&gt;  you can be a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;  M3- If you received this message by email, you are&lt;br /&gt;  closer to being an office boy/girl, than a millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;  Have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S - Do not forward this email back to me, I am&lt;br /&gt;  closing my email and am going to sell tomatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-115772162449937945?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/115772162449937945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=115772162449937945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/115772162449937945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/115772162449937945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/09/jobless-man-applied-for-position-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-115090564096482179</id><published>2006-06-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:00:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RIGHT PERSON?</title><content type='html'>Nice article for the married, soon to be married, and waiting to bemarried... Food for thought and in the words of Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ:During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?"In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer. EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love withyour spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was acompletely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That's why it's called "falling" in love... because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about theimagery of that ____expression. It implies that you were just standingthere; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's thenatural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute,drive you nuts.The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angrysubsequent stage.At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience withsomeone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity isthe most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. Itlies within it.I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. Youcould. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Because (listen carefully to this):THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'SLEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVERjust happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the ____expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in yourrelationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause andeffect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable...you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... not just a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-115090564096482179?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/115090564096482179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=115090564096482179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/115090564096482179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/115090564096482179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-person.html' title='THE RIGHT PERSON?'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-114899972837350691</id><published>2006-05-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:35:28.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Story - An interesting short story</title><content type='html'>"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"He receives the answer: "Who are you?"And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"The voice answers: "I admire you!"Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"He receives the answer: "Coward!"He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"The voice answers: "You are a champion!"The boy is surprised, but does not understand.Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;Life will give you back everything you have given to it."&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"-- Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-114899972837350691?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/114899972837350691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=114899972837350691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114899972837350691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114899972837350691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/05/mountain-story-interesting-short-story.html' title='Mountain Story - An interesting short story'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-114534046521483650</id><published>2006-04-18T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:07:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Go</title><content type='html'>Let it go&lt;br /&gt;by T. D. Jakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;And hear me when I tell you this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you: let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,&lt;br /&gt;loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you,&lt;br /&gt;staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you: let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.&lt;br /&gt;The bible said that,&lt;br /&gt;They came out from us that it might be made manifest&lt;br /&gt;that they were not for us. For had they been of us,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if they are not joined to you,&lt;br /&gt;you can't make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person,&lt;br /&gt;it just means that their part in the story is over.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to know when people's&lt;br /&gt;part in your story is over so that you&lt;br /&gt;don't keep trying to raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the gift of good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;It's the tenth spiritual gift,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful,&lt;br /&gt;and I know whatever God means for me to have&lt;br /&gt;He'll give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop begging people to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let them go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was&lt;br /&gt;never intended for your life,then you need to .. LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your&lt;br /&gt;worth...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you ...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge ..&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or&lt;br /&gt;talents ..&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new&lt;br /&gt;level in Him...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship....&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help&lt;br /&gt;themselves..&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed ....&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling&lt;br /&gt;yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you&lt;br /&gt;need to...&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a&lt;br /&gt;new thing.!!!&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-114534046521483650?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/114534046521483650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=114534046521483650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114534046521483650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114534046521483650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-it-go.html' title='Let it Go'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-114467085889753574</id><published>2006-04-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:07:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDAS was no villain, old document claims</title><content type='html'>I got this from philippine daily inquirer, I think its pretty interesting especially to the christians like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     WASHINGTON, JUDAS ISCARIOT, vilified as Christ's betrayer, acted at Jeses request in turning him over to the authorities who crucified him, according to a 1,700-year-old copy of the "Gospel of Judas" unveiled on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Judas gospel was one of several ancient documents found in the Egyptian desert in 1970, was preserved and translated by a team of scholars and made public in an English translation by the National Geographic Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Its introduction says it is "the secred account of the revelation that Jesus spoke in conversation with Judas Iscariot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "He's the good guy in this portrayal," said Bart Ehrman, a religion professor at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, "He's the only apostle who understands Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Later, it quotes Jesus as saying to Judas, "You will exceed all of them (the other disciples) for you will sacrifice the man who clothes me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "The idea in this gospel is that Jesus, like all of us, is a trapped spirit, who is trapped in a material body," Ehrman said. "And salvation comes when we escape the materiality of our existence, and Judas is the one who makes it possible for him to escape by allowing for his body to be killed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Rev. Donal Senior, president of Catholic Theological Union in Chicago, said the document revealed the diversity and vitality in early Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The question becomes..... does this tradition, this alternative story, if you like, in the gospel of Judas have a claim that in some sense is equal to the rival claim of the gospel tradition?" Seinor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is known who wrote the Judas gospel. The copy unveiled on Thursday was a document mentioned critically in the year 180 in a treatise called "Against Heresies," written by Irenaetis, bishop of Lyon in what was then Roman Gaul and now France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The bishop denounced the manuscript as heresy because it differed from mainstream Christianity. The actual text had been thought lost until this discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Elaine Pagels, a professor of religion at Princeton University, said, "The people who loved, circulated and wrote down these gospels did not think they were heretics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE DEBATES BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Added Senior: "Let a vigorous debate in the significance of this fascinating ancient text begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In the Bible's New Testament, Judas is portrayed as the quintessential traitor, acceptin 30 pieces of silver to betray Jesus by identifying him to Roman soldiers. The bibilica Gospel of St. Matthew says Judas quickly regretted his treachery, returned the silver and hanged himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The New Testament contains four Gospels -- of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John -- but many more so -called apocryphal gospels were written in the first centuries after Christ's death, attributed to such disciples as Thomas and Philip and to his female follower Mary Magdalene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-114467085889753574?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/114467085889753574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=114467085889753574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114467085889753574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114467085889753574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/04/judas-was-no-villain-old-document.html' title='JUDAS was no villain, old document claims'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-114447426241726170</id><published>2006-04-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:42:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do Men bothered much bout SEX</title><content type='html'>I have a male friend, he's turning thirty three this year, acting like an insane person because of he never ever experience sex since birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now hes getting older, and his parents plan an arrange wedding six months from now, he's acting very weird and very eager to experience sex before marriage. Well, I told him you can pay someone to do it with you or flirt someone who loves dating and sex with him after dating. But he's very afraid to do so and because I he's very desparate to do so, he never realized that he's acting like a maniac and worst lke a psychopat! grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's friend set him for a date with this lady and told him that she's a good companion. I didnt realized until he told me that he's thinking that he will have an opportunity to sex with this girl. (hey I was shocked with that just because of "she's a good companion"). And worst he really showed his intention to have sex with this girl without asking the girl nor any signs that the girl like to be with him in bed. Ended up the girl got mad at him. I pity him but I can only help him by listening and giving him pieces of advice. I sent him an email :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, bout your problem, You should not ask the girl to go out again with you just to ask apology to her in person. Better talk to her on the phone and sincerely apologize telling her for being sorry for the wrong notion of her being a  "good companion." Still you respect her a lot and hoping she will see your good traits as a friend and she will trust you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But I think its not a problem, i dunno why you are very bothered for not experiencing sex. Its just in the mind. There are lot of things you can do better than sex. Sex will just come in the right place, right person, and right attitude. Sex do not measure your being a macho or being a hunk, its not just a game to play, It is a gift from God to express love and not just simply a plain reason for lust and physical satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hey its not bad if you will just do it alone whenever your body needs it. My dear friend, its all in the mind, you should be aware of controlling your needs and wants. In all aspects. Self dicipline is something, specially dealing with sexual desires. Cheer up! :) Its not the end of your life if you havent experience  sex before marriage even you are a MAN. ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know sex is good but still it is not only sex that controls your life!. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hope I can help him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-114447426241726170?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/114447426241726170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=114447426241726170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114447426241726170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/114447426241726170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-do-men-bothered-much-bout-sex.html' title='Why do Men bothered much bout SEX'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-113833343127436317</id><published>2006-01-27T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:43:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY DAY</title><content type='html'>I woke up, sip my ordinary coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Not as special as I used to&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to sip a hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finished I switched my tv.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch some news since&lt;br /&gt;its already eight thirty in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is all about Manny Paquio.&lt;br /&gt;Returning to his hometown.&lt;br /&gt;Manny will visit the President of the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;for courtesy call and as well as to give his cd personally&lt;br /&gt;to the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Manny will try to tour Manila.&lt;br /&gt;Showing his belt, meeting his fans&lt;br /&gt;and make Filipino proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change the channel into cartoon network.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Cinderella, hamtaroo and grr...&lt;br /&gt;I end up nothing. Then I switch off my tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to my room.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;seeing my bed NOW I know what i really wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.... now its not really a lazy day.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-113833343127436317?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/113833343127436317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=113833343127436317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113833343127436317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113833343127436317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/01/lazy-day.html' title='LAZY DAY'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-113622007903250079</id><published>2006-01-03T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:41:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Its New Year once again. Another year, another day and a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;I wish this year will be better for me, for my family and for the whole habitants living on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me another twelve months to live, to be with my family, with my friends, with my pet ( hehehe) and to my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have New Year's Resolution/s because Im aware that I have an attitude of doing it to myself or worst I will cheat my resolution/s. Instead, I am reminiscing and remembering my good and bad experiences. And believe me, its very funny and very interesting remembering your own bloopers, mistakes and achievements in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had a hard time to accept my mistakes and bad experience. But now I realized that I have to move on. I have to face the truth, try to find a way and humbly accept the comments from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the year 2006, I want to ask for good health, blessings, to be loved and to love, to learn the principle of "not to do unto others what you dont want to do unto you", always be thankful for what I have and accept my limitations to the things beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and for all of us PEACE.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-113622007903250079?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/113622007903250079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=113622007903250079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113622007903250079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113622007903250079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year_03.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-113323063459920125</id><published>2005-11-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:17:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PSYCHIC TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is A Story About  A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While at the funeral of her own mother, she met hits guy whom she did not know, she thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believe him to be, that she fell in love with him there and then.&lt;br /&gt;            A few days later, the girl killed her own sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is her motive in killing her sister? (no trick answers please) just try to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you want to know the answer just check “comment” I already posted the answer for this test. But I hope before checking the answer, just give it a try to answer the test ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-113323063459920125?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/113323063459920125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=113323063459920125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113323063459920125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113323063459920125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/11/psychic-test.html' title='A PSYCHIC TEST'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-113323026959875295</id><published>2005-11-29T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:11:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple reminder</title><content type='html'>While Dad was polishing his new car, his four-year-old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       In a fit of anger, the father took the child’s hand and hit many times, not realizing that he was using a tire wrench.&lt;br /&gt;       At the hospital, the child asked his father, &lt;em&gt;“Dad, when will my fingers grow back?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;       Hurt and feeling guilty, father went back to the car and kicked it several times.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;       Then, he looked at the scratches his child had made. It read &lt;strong&gt;“I LOVE YOU, DADDY!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-113323026959875295?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/113323026959875295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=113323026959875295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113323026959875295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113323026959875295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/11/simple-reminder.html' title='A simple reminder'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-113069047126548663</id><published>2005-10-31T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:41:12.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Cay its your birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>September 10, was my birthday. Of course traditionally, celebrant celebrates his or her birthday in his or her own way or his or her friends way. A week before my birthday, or rather  two months before my birthday, I successfully convinced myself to set aside my birthday plans, to the extend to forget the day of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? My birthday fell one day before my exam day. The subjects of that day were my "weakest link". Since I have no right to celebrate my birthday, instead I prayed for my life, my parents, good health and blessings. Funny, I didnt asked for guidance for my tomorrow's exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exam, gee I guess  luck was not on my side, since I can assess myself the moment I read the questionnaires, I decided to celebrate my earth day though not on the day of my birthday, I realized whatever trials in our life, you can find happiness in a very simple way.  I ordered jolly spaghetti with chicken and a choco sunday, then I spoke to myself "Hey Cay, its your birthday!! Happy birthday..." with a smile then started to eat my handa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad di ba??? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey life is good, not all have reached the age of twenty nine!! right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-113069047126548663?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/113069047126548663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=113069047126548663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113069047126548663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/113069047126548663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-cay-its-your-birthday.html' title='Hey Cay its your birthday!!!'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111846290262802264</id><published>2005-06-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:08:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Article ( taken from Young Blood, Inquirer) You MUST READ the hereinbelow article.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Title:  A GRADUATION GIFT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First posted 11:52pm (Mla time) June 08, 2005&lt;br /&gt;By Mabelle Biong DajaoInquirer News Service&lt;br /&gt;Editor's Note: Published on Page A13 of the June 9, 2005 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR Butoi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I know you hate it when I call you that. Anyway, I'm writing because it's all I can do because I'm broke. Consider this as my graduation gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You are about to enter high school, the zone of identity crises and peer pressure, infatuation and first dates, hormones and zits. Be prepared, little brother. Be very prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am going to spill some secrets, mostly lessons that aren't taught in class. But do not let your learning stop here because even if you memorize all these, there are still more lessons that you'll learn on your own. The hardest lesson I've learned is that friends are earned. They do not just present themselves to you as you wish. You have to find them. But you have to be a friend first before you can find one. They are living testimonies of your worth as a person, so choose your friends wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Choose but do not discriminate. Do not judge people according to the capacity of their brains or the thickness of their wallets or the extent of their popularity. Big brains don't necessarily go with big hearts. People with fat wallets usually have fat egos. Popularity doesn't guarantee a good character. Look into their hearts and the way they live their lives and how they accept you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do not impose yourself on people who clearly don't want to be with you. Some people will hate you no matter how good you are to them. Steer clear of these monsters; they'll feed on your self-esteem. You are under no obligation to prolong the existence of such hideous creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     People hate and love you for no apparent reason. But try to be lovable anyway. You have nothing to lose in being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Talk to Papa and Mama regularly. Tell them everything that's troubling you with all honesty. Don't hold back. If you encounter serious problems, ask for their advice. They love it when you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Life in high school is tough. Growing up is tough. But hold on to your principles. You need to keep a good grip on them especially when the emotional roller coaster starts. Amid confusion, don't lose sight of your goals and of what you want to be when you grow up. It is important to dream, but be realistic. Let Papa and Mama be your connection with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Don't allow your world to be governed by just one person. Expand your horizon. Do not be too dependent on someone. Depend on yourself, but do not be too self-absorbed as to think that you can exist alone, without human company. It is not only weird; it is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Take it from me. One weirdo in the family is enough. Everybody is interconnected, so everybody is interdependent. Nourish your social life. Have lots of acquaintances. Be with different kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Be different but not indifferent. Indifference spoils everything. It reduces something to nothing. It's the worst that can happen to an adolescent. An indifferent young person grows old before his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cultivate your enthusiasm. Develop your personality. You have so much potential. Laugh with a lot of people but reserve your tears for those who truly care.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     Just because you are different from the rest doesn't mean you're a freak. Sure you're small; it's in your genes -- our genes. Take comfort in the fact that soon you will outgrow me by several inches. I am sure of that. Kill me if it doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But really, there's nothing wrong with being short or having frizzy hair or crooked teeth. These are just appearances, although high school students make a big deal of these things. Don't let insecurity erode your self-confidence. Physical appearance plays a role in first impressions but that's about it. What really matters is your personality and outlook in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You're lucky you need not wear braces. You may have to wear teeth braces, but not the Milwaukee. Not the kind that makes you look like a rejected robot. Not the kind that makes you want to put paper bag over your head. Not the kind I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You're lucky, but don't push your luck too hard. Be conscious of your posture. Straighten your back. I don't want you to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do not be intimidated by smart people -- the ones that are smarter than you. Bear in mind that being smart is not the only prerequisite to success. It may appear as though smart people have an edge in life, in choosing their career paths, in getting admission to prestigious colleges, in acquiring scholarships. They have clear plans about their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But smart kids usually have their weaknesses embedded in their chests. Most of them lose their sense of equilibrium once their hearts come under attack. No one can love wisely. No one, and especially not the smart ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What appears like love is often just infatuation. It is not just sparks and butterflies and spontaneous combustion though it may start with that (and in my book it has to start with that). These things are common in young adults. I had plenty when I was your age. Love is beyond all that. It is beyond all reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     But I am in no position to discuss it thoroughly. Heck, I'm still waiting for it to happen. There have been many false alarms and fair warnings. I do not know much about love and loving. In the vast ocean of love, I only have a thimble of understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But this is what I have come to understand: to love is to accept the verdict of reality without bitterness, without regret, without a smidgen of a doubt. When you love, you will get hurt. Accept it as a fact. It's part of the pain-pleasure phenomenon. You cannot love wisely because loving doesn't involve thinking. Thinking results in a conscious choice. But you cannot choose whom to fall in love with. The trick is to wait for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is not advisable to fall in love while you still have your studies to attend to. Stay away from it, if possible. You cannot avoid it, but you can at least throw some barriers in its path. Be cautious of that feeling and don't let it take root. Not yet. Love is a totally new experience hat can turn you into a totally new person. Pray that you will not fall prey to love's fatal embrace -- not yet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm done lecturing you. Be good.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Mabelle Biong Dajao, 20, is a Medical Technology student at Velez College in Cebu City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111846290262802264?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111846290262802264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111846290262802264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111846290262802264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111846290262802264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-article-taken-from-young-blood.html' title='Nice Article ( taken from Young Blood, Inquirer) You MUST READ the hereinbelow article.'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111654907240737679</id><published>2005-05-20T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:31:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooper</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we started our review class at one pm. As expected reviewees were sleepy ( siesta time kasi) but because of our professor was kept on lecturing and showing decication ( i bet he noticed were sleepy and others were day dreaming) in return we kept ourselves awake.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     But not father Ali. :) He's a catholic priest and hes one of my classmates. He seated at the first row, with only one step far from were prof. Nachura standing. Father Ali fell asleep, the best part of it (salamat kay father at nawala antok namin) he created a sound (hes snoring), and he's head was moving (tango nang tango as if nakikinig sa lecture). He's seatmate lumingon sa klase, informed us na tumutulo raw laway ni father.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Deadma lamang si Prof. Nachura ( &lt;--idol talga namin to). He kept on lecturing pa rin. As if he hear and see nothing. We were laughing and smiling without a sound ( to avoid interruption sa lecture) seeing father Ali sleeping. I think for fifteen minutes natulog si father Ali. And there were times na yung hilik nya eh biglang lalakas, still deadma pa rin si Prof. Nachura. Persons seating at the next row, no one dared gisingin si father, baka kako raw magwala he he he.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Finally when father Ali woke up, alam nyang nakatulog sya, he wipe he's face lalo na yng portion na tumulo laway nya, then and there Prof. Nachura asked for a break for fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Dun tawa na kami nang tawa. Prof. Nachura asked for a coffee, inantok rin raw sya nakikita si father Ali. Siguro if the one sleeping in front of Prof. Nachura was an ordinary person, (unlike Father Ali he's a priest) ginising na siguro yun nang Prof. tapos iinsultihin. Father Ali was exercising his "personal immunity" similar to the Pres. of the Philippines. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111654907240737679?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111654907240737679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111654907240737679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111654907240737679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111654907240737679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/05/blooper.html' title='Blooper'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111642756483890830</id><published>2005-05-18T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:46:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaD DaY</title><content type='html'>nine am in the morning, the moment i stepped out infront of my parents house, a very insufferable man driving a toyota altis car, as if he owned the village or maybe not knowing he's within the village, almost hit me. Of course I screamed!!! Luckily, he just go ahead as if nothing happened ( kasi pag bumalik yun dakdakan talaga.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I ate my lunch at Pizzahut (SM Davao Branch), while eating my last slice of pizza, a guy suddenly sat infront of me as if he did not notice my presence. So I caught his attention " Excuse me, not all tables were taken, will you please move. I'm not used to eat with a stranger." He simply answered " Lady, Im not interested with you, I just want to eat on this particular table and just pretend you're eating alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To my mind I've said "what the fuck??!!???"  Its really a bad day... kakainis...... hope it will not happen again... hu hu hu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111642756483890830?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111642756483890830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111642756483890830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111642756483890830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111642756483890830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-day.html' title='BaD DaY'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111594527764231421</id><published>2005-05-13T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:47:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>While waiting for Cong. Nachura (he's handling Constitutional Review) Grace, my  classmate, kinausap ako, kung pwede magkasama kami sa manila actually not talga pakiusap eh kasi sabi nya kahit anung mangyari eh magkasama kami sa manila. I told her magkasama kami ni aira eh seatmate ko lang si Aira, so i asked Aira if pwede idagdag namin si Grace, without hesitation naman ok naman kay Aira para kay aira makakatipid tayo. (sabagay our room cost P22K per month but bumaba sa P19800 dahil sa advance payment namin ni Aira, so if tatlo kami hatiin namin sa tatlo, titpid talga)  Eh di tumawa na si Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto na, Grace manifested na first time nya pupunta nang manila ngayong september. First time rin bboard nang plane. First time rin makakita nang airport (yung makapasok nang airport). First time rin iwan kanyang husband and son.Wag na wag raw namin sya iwan kahit san magpunta. Nakikita mo sa mga mata nya na takot sya. Tawa kami ni Aira sabi lang namin asus... asus... asus.... Nagpasalamat na sya kami raw kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biniro ni Aira si Grace, sabi nya "dont worry grace may common factor naman tayo eh". SAbi ni Grace "ano?" SAgot ni Aira, "First time nating tatlo mag ttake nang bar and hoping first take lang nating tatlo". NAkapagtataka tumawa kami pero biglang natigil nga, tapos nagkasabay kami uttered these words "Sana nga noh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break the silence na lang, sabi ko "naku Aira may virgin tayo kasama, virgin sa Manila....." Then biglang dumating na si Prof. Cong. Nachura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111594527764231421?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111594527764231421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111594527764231421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111594527764231421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111594527764231421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111586022417705178</id><published>2005-05-12T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:10:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Defense Raised by the Accused of the crime of Rape charged against Him</title><content type='html'>Article 266-A of the Revised Penal Code (Philippines) contemplates that Rape is committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) By a manwho shall have carnal knowledge of a woman under any of the following circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;a.) Through force, threat, or intimidation;&lt;br /&gt;b.) When the offended party is deprived of reason or otherwise unconscious;&lt;br /&gt;c.) By means of fraudulent machination or grave abuse of authority; and&lt;br /&gt;d.) When the offended party is under twelve (12) years of agae or is demented, even though none of the circumstances mentioned above the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) By any person who, under any of the cirucmstances mentioned in paragraph 1 hereof, shall commit an act of sexual assault by inserting his penis into another person's mouth or anal orifice, or any instrument or object, into the genital or anal orifice of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case of People vs. Hangdaan (201 scra 568) What happened here (i'll digest the case na lang) was the accused repeatedly tried, but in vain, to introduced his BIG PENIS into the victim's vagina. His defense was his BIG PENIS for the prevailing jurispurdence in rape, it is not necessary that there is a full penetration of the female organ by the male organ. Penetration, no matter how slight, even if there is no ejaculation or emission on the part of a man, consummates automatically the crime of rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court held :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accused is guilty of the crime of rape.For it is settled rule that for rape to be consummated, it is not essential that there be a perfect, complete and full penetration of the vagina. Mere entry of the labia or lips of the female organ, without rapture of the hymen or laceration of the vagina, is sufficient to warrant the conviction for consummated rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory maybe the evidence was soo strong against the accused, his "amazing" lawyer ( bwahahahahahahaha) cant think of any defense na, that's why BIG PENIS ( if makalusot pero wala) was raised as the defense of the accused. Aware of the fact that a crime of rape cannot be committed if the accused has no penis ( im referring only to the paragraph one of the art. 266-A). Well, size will not matter as long as the penis touched the labia or lips of the female organ. Malamang kahit gaano kalaki yang penis na yan definitely ma touch yung lips of the female organ. Very unusual ano? what do you think? ipis ipis (aka isip isip) he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111586022417705178?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111586022417705178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111586022417705178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111586022417705178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111586022417705178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/05/unusual-defense-raised-by-accused-of.html' title='Unusual Defense Raised by the Accused of the crime of Rape charged against Him'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111545652778889069</id><published>2005-05-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:02:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (philippines time zone) greet your lovely mother a happy mother's day!! Well, they deserve it naman. Ako pagluluto ko mom ko nang tinola. She likes tinola lalo na native chicken ang ihahalo grabe masisira diet nya. I also requested my 2 brothers with their wives magsama sama kami kumain nang dinner bukas. Hindi naman magarbong celebrasyon pero nagsama sama kami magpamilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamang matutuwa ang mother ko seeing her three children, na magkasundo sa isat isa (although not at all times) at sama samang kumain kahit hindi na lagi pero ma appreciate nya talga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mga anak.... greet nyo na mga mothers ninyo oki doki.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111545652778889069?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111545652778889069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111545652778889069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111545652778889069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111545652778889069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111252224844092748</id><published>2005-04-03T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:57:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TraP Within</title><content type='html'>Oprah show was over, yet I can hear voice telling me to sleep, instead I ended up watching another show, being idle, inept, doing nothing wait to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching tv, I accidentally take a glance at the left side of my television. Wherein I can see my ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how long I had been staring at her before I realized that I was, She looked so at peace yet so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there, look at her and try to figure out why I was never as happy when I was with anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER REALIZED UNTIL THEN HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see him in person again, so that I could look into his eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see his unbashed smile, afterwards he will let me kiss his lips while his smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear his voice, that lately seemed to be, I dont know why, as byutiful as a song.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to him, share with him my dreams, my plans, my fears and my passions.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him how badly I miss him, since the last time I saw him a day after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how happy I was able to spend a most wonderful night with him, aware that I had a plane to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO TELL HIM HOW I FELT OF HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course i did not! I could not have possibly spoiled such a magnificent moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed changing myself. Being myself has not been myself for a moment. Nature can tell, boastful yet humble deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I no longer am the same person he used to have. I try to act the same way he know me to act around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, nobody could convince me there's something or somebody most precious and most handsome than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes, I asked God and thank him, giving me this kind of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe nature will took its course, hoping not pessimistic but optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that night will not be our last time, but it might as well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can try to put on a smiling face whenever I'm with him making as if it does not kill me to know he has fallen with someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111252224844092748?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111252224844092748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111252224844092748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111252224844092748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111252224844092748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/04/trap-within.html' title='TraP Within'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111252068735011146</id><published>2005-04-03T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:31:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaya wla ako ma post</title><content type='html'>Start na review ko medyo nakakapagod pero ok naman sya. Talagang nakakaduling sa kakabasa exclusive dating sa mga authors nang mga libr ko pero mas na aapreciate ko na basahin dahil yng mismong author nang book na meet ko in person dahil sila nag cconduct nang review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first ayoko sana mag review dahil nga hindi ko naman iniisip na destiny ko to maging ehem! Pero naisip ko kasi masarap maraming gagawin. Lalo na ngayon na realize ko na my buhay ako aside sa pag iisip nang isang bagay na hindi ko na sya mabago. Ma dedepres, lonely, laging praning sa kakaisip para sa iba ngayon mas na appreciate ko aking sarili. :) Heto masabi ko medyo nakukuha ko na to na phrase "you are not capable of loving someone if you are not capable of loving yourself." yeah tama hehehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111252068735011146?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111252068735011146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111252068735011146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111252068735011146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111252068735011146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/04/kaya-wla-ako-ma-post.html' title='kaya wla ako ma post'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111116841309949739</id><published>2005-03-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:55:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL I WANT</title><content type='html'>All I want&lt;br /&gt;Is to share pizza with you&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon&lt;br /&gt;And cans of cold, cold Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon makes us dry,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me empty,&lt;br /&gt;And lonely as a desert.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, my treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I have to bribe you for this?&lt;br /&gt;All I want is we talk,&lt;br /&gt;Buddy talk, share dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just like we use to&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot ask for&lt;br /&gt;Constant company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserts are always lonely,&lt;br /&gt;People come and leave,&lt;br /&gt;Or simply stay out of them.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk, we dream&lt;br /&gt;While we take slices&lt;br /&gt;From our communal pizza&lt;br /&gt;To our fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are water to desserts&lt;br /&gt;Bursting forth into life,&lt;br /&gt;Are pastel streaks to paper-plain sky&lt;br /&gt;And dry rocks, leaving vivid marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finish,&lt;br /&gt;We part full.&lt;br /&gt;That's company enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just wanna share....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111116841309949739?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111116841309949739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111116841309949739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111116841309949739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111116841309949739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-i-want.html' title='ALL I WANT'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-111077532003878086</id><published>2005-03-14T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:42:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited calls</title><content type='html'>Are you a smart user? If yes I want to share this. To avail unlimited calls follow this instructions. First only prepaid user can avail their promo. You have at least P1oo load before you can register. Second type  258 then send to 889 and wait for the confirmation. And voila! pwde na unlimited call but the thing is not the same with pldt telebabad kasi every five minutes napuputol but no worries you can call again just follow the instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay sana instead of "promo" babaan na lang nila charges nila. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-111077532003878086?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/111077532003878086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=111077532003878086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111077532003878086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/111077532003878086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/03/unlimited-calls.html' title='Unlimited calls'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110917379475251631</id><published>2005-02-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:50:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money: continuation</title><content type='html'>I was in the Hall of Justice 30mins before 9am. I did not go directly to the Public Attorney's Office instead I went to my dad's sala. I know Ms. Sweetie and Ariel was not yet within the premise. I texted Ariel asking for his whereabout just to make sure if my intuition worked and he replied he said he was on his way. I told him I'll stay at my dad's office and just text me if he's within the premise together with Ms. Sweetie and he acknowledge my text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sweetie arrived very late. Our advisor was attending hearing so Ariel decided to bring Ms. Sweetie at my dad's office to meet me. I called up the PAO, I asked miss. jenny a(the secretary)a favor to please call me after our advisor's hearing. While waiting for jenny's call, I asked Ms. Sweetie bout the sheriff. How come she met the sheriff and why did the sheriff ask her the amount of P15T. Ms. Sweetie said she met the sheriff during the time she kept on visiting the NLRC (national labor relation commission) office, very desperate and felt abandoned. She asked the sheriff to help her. Here comes the sheriff took advantage of her weakness, convince her that he can get the money at no time if she will give her P15T. As I expected she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time she did not know that we already knew about her check to be released later. Its just that we decided not to inform her unless the check is ready. We made a mistake in good faith. Maybe if we told her bout the check the attempt of extortion will not happened. The reason we did not inform her because Ms. Sweetie like I said before is sooo makulit. She will not listen to people who can really help her instead she is more interested to listen the opinion of other people. She is the type of girl na madaling maloko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation was interrupted when miss jeni called and so we went down and go straight at PAO's office. Our lawyer advisor asked for the relief we made, we need his signature (of course he has a license). Again our advisor advice Ms. Sweetie not to give any amount of money to the sheriff. We gave him our Motion for ex-parte urgent to release the check. He signed the motion then we left then back at NLRC office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the NLRC, I asked Ms. Sweetie bout the sheriff. She said he is not in there. We file our motion. We thought we can get the check within that day but the in-charge told us we need to have the order for release but the officer (the arbitrator) is not in his office. At last, it is done. Ariel and I smiled at each other. We asked if do we need to comply additional requirements the in-charge said no ok na to all we need is to wait for the order of release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ms. Sweetie that she can claim her check next week alone without us (ariel and I). Shes afraid to go back alone. She asked that we will accompany her. She was afraid to face the sheriff. We were wondering the absence of the sheriff. Maybe he smells our presence and he we knew his evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay I told Ariel. Why some officials need "padulas" before helping those in need. The irreparable loss of a person are usually taken advantage by some officials. Not only government officials even private individuals. I know we need money. We need other "diskarte" for extra income for our family but I think we can do it in good faith. Kunbaga "sariling sikap at tyaga lang ".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110917379475251631?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110917379475251631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110917379475251631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110917379475251631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110917379475251631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/money-continuation.html' title='Money: continuation'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110908964043760627</id><published>2005-02-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:27:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money the root of evil</title><content type='html'>While watching tv my classmate Ariel called. He brought good news referring to the case we handled as part of the law school  internship program. Me and Ariel were partners in handling the case of Ms. Sweetie ( not her real name) for the case of Unfair Labor Practice. Not so much work to do because  the status of the case was pending on appeal. All we have to do was to wait for the National Labor Relation Commission's (NLRC) order whether to file an answer or the final decision of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our client Ms. Sweetie is very makulit, annoying, fragile and makulit (I cannot think of an english word to suit her being makulit). Then we received an order from the NLRC. We are given ten days to make an answer so we did. AFter that we waited for the decision. Finally, here comes the decision from the NLRC. For the reason of social justice, we made an appointment to the lawyer of the company to discuss the award. The lawyer was sooo surprised and very upset because he thought he will be meeting a true lawyer and not students. We did well and we were so proud although there is an ocean of difference between a bar passer and not a bar passer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the phone call, Ariel told me that the decision is favorable to Ms. Sweetie. The company awarded a check worth P95T (although not enough but it will do) mailed in the office of the NLRC. Ms. Sweetie really want to get the money immediately but she cannot for we have to file a motion for the release of the check in favor of Ms. Sweetie. I said to Ariel thank God tapos na but he said wait I have something to tell you. I asked him bout what? Ms. Sweetie told Ariel bout the sheriff asking Ms. Sweetie to pay him P15T. Oh My God!! I asked back Ariel did Ms. Sweetie said yes? He answered not yet. She asked my opinion. Then what had you told her? I told her not to give any money thats their job and he did nothing. I asked Ariel again. Did you ask Atty. Alonzo bout the sheriff? (atty alonzo is our adviser) He said yes! He told me not to give any money, just give the sheriff money enough to buy for snacks. Atty. Alonzo added that if the sheriff will not pursue and will ask for the money informed me and we will file a case against the sheriff. (whew) I gave instruction to Ariel to text Ms. Sweetie to be careful and not to give any money to the asshole sheriff. And she should meet us tomorrow and not the sheriff. I want to know the name of the sheriff and see in person his nasty face. We decided to meet tomorrow at 9am, at the hall of justice with Ms. Sweetie and Atty. Alonzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine! P15T Wow!! As in Wow!!! I wonder how could the sheriff ask for the big amount of money. Talo pa lawyers! I think its been a long practice for he is not afraid to ask for that amount. Our client is not well compensated but it is better than nothing and here comes the sheriff did nothing to her, just telling her bout the check. For just informing Ms. Sweetie about the check the sheriff will ask P15T for the service. My God he should not live long. Well let's see tomorrow I hope and pray tomorrow will be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110908964043760627?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110908964043760627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110908964043760627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110908964043760627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110908964043760627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/money-root-of-evil.html' title='money the root of evil'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110881345329921916</id><published>2005-02-19T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:44:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation letter</title><content type='html'>My brother requested me to write a resignation letter for him. I told him to make your own. Anyways, your boss knew the reason naman. He said no! kaw na I have no heart to make one. I explain my side, the reasons why I cannot do it in relation to his profession as a doctor. Well Im not a doctor. Pero he won. Imagine it took me three days para magawa to. Herein below is the resignation letter I made for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;            After weighing all the options available for me, I have come to a decision that I should pursue my dream of becoming a surgeon. It has always been my dream before when I entered the medical profession that someday I will be specializing in surgery. That entering and specializing in surgery, for me, is a new challenge an exciting one and is abound of opportunities that would help carve my profession and as well as develop and promote my character as a person. I believe the right time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I would always cherish my experience and I am very grateful that I was given the chance to showcase and share my skills in your municipality. My work experience in your municipality would help me propel to greater heights and hopefully attain my goals. For that, I’m deeply thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In this regard, I am tendering my resignation effective January 15, 2005. I will always pray for the success of your administration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After reading HIs resignation letter, my brother smiled. He said "FEELING DOCTOR". Nevertheless, he appreciated my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110881345329921916?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110881345329921916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110881345329921916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110881345329921916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110881345329921916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/resignation-letter.html' title='Resignation letter'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110839906497016274</id><published>2005-02-15T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:37:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and nice, relaxing and very peaceful..... Whew! I cant wait... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/alona-beach-boat%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/320/alona-beach-boat%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110839906497016274?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110839906497016274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110839906497016274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839906497016274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839906497016274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-nice-relaxing-and-very-peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110839861234050356</id><published>2005-02-15T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:30:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dolphins jumping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/spinner%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/spinner%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110839861234050356?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110839861234050356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110839861234050356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839861234050356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839861234050356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/dolphins-jumping.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110839850519749894</id><published>2005-02-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:28:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am planning to take a vacation on April. I want an unforgetable and memorable one. Since I love nature and I'm very interested with nature I choose to visit bohol. I want to experience and spot whales.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/whale-tail%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/whale-tail%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110839850519749894?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110839850519749894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110839850519749894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839850519749894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110839850519749894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-planning-to-take-vacation-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110834697483352906</id><published>2005-02-14T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:09:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grad na ako yahoooooooo...... ehem mataba ano ok lang hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/pic%20toga%20cay.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' 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title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110834418029979504</id><published>2005-02-14T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:23:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you chat? if yes, let's chat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/logo4filbar_001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/logo4filbar_001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110829817369916700</id><published>2005-02-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:36:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing.... he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/chinkylaki.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110829817369916700?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110829817369916700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110829817369916700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110829817369916700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110829817369916700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110796561336634449</id><published>2005-02-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:13:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples in love</title><content type='html'>    Its nice to hear my chat friends end up together. Pau informed me of jen's pregnancy (his girlfriend) and I was so happy to hear the good news. Imagine  guy pa nagsabi and not the girl. Usually kasi we girls naman be the first one to disseminate the good news, the guy will just confirm lang IF you will ask them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While we were chatting, I am imagining his reactions, his gestures, hes being proud to become a father and to his gf. Read below.  You can really tell his sublime happiness. Take note sa main channel nya ni reveal to!  Sana ganun lahat mga lalake. ehem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinkycay: pau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; chinkycay: pau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;chinkycay: musta na???&lt;br /&gt; pau: cay&lt;br /&gt;pau: cay&lt;br /&gt;pau: cay&lt;br /&gt;pau: lol&lt;br /&gt;pau: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pau: lol&lt;br /&gt;pau: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pau: buntis na si jenny ko lol&lt;br /&gt;pau: 3months na&lt;br /&gt;chinkycay: wow&lt;br /&gt;pau: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;chinkycay: congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;pau: brb ipagluto ko muna si jenny ko!!&lt;br /&gt;chinkycay: uuyyy bait naman sige take your time sarapan mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110796561336634449?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110796561336634449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110796561336634449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110796561336634449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110796561336634449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/02/couples-in-love.html' title='Couples in love'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110655301510085048</id><published>2005-01-24T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:50:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you doubt me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am halved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the knife of your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of me twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspecting me under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if I have blemishes to hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You trace me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the tip of your tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasting me for sweetness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am left drained of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tossed among salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of lovers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110655301510085048?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110655301510085048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110655301510085048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110655301510085048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110655301510085048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-you-doubt-me.html' title='Love you doubt me'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110596966893093038</id><published>2005-01-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:47:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Handle Workplace Blues</title><content type='html'>     The "BLEAHS" at the workplace - everybody gets it now and then, even those who have the most exciting jobs on earth. Whether you're managing an airline or running a lugawan, times come when work is the last thing you'd want to do. You simply lose interest in doing what you normally do. You find it boring and tiresome and worse, you seem stuck, not knowing why this is so,  how long will it last, nor what to do about it. If and when you catch yourself in such a situation, straighten up and make an effort to understand the situation. Probe your inner depths, and to help you do that, check out if you're indulging in these danger signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you daydream a lot? Yes, when you wish things were different to improve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you clock-watch? What? You're jsut back from a coffee break and you're already waiting impatiently for five o'clock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you repeat mistakes way too often? You can't see why or how you did the same routine thing wrong three times last week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you drag your feet? Yes, when even the simplest tasks seem so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you nitpick? Fault-finding has become your favorite past time, yet you do nothing but complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you procrastinate? What does it take to return a client's call? A few seconds, yet you keep putting it off for "later"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you feeling burnt out? Fatigued within the first two hours of the day? You seem to be doing more but accomplishing less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Are you tempted to drop out? You've ceased enjoying even the fun activities you used to do with coworkers-company outings, summer, sportsfest and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your boss or bisor can smell you out- if you're truly enthusiastic about your job or just going through the motions. When you see all the above danger signs creeping up on you, know that they have a way of building up - like tsunami of sorts - until they overpower you and suck you into a workplace. Never -never Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To prevent disaster from catapulting you to the Hall of the ungrateful dead, you've got to let others know you're alive! Take stock of yourself. See what you stand to lose by your indifference or nonchalance, and turn those danger signs around. Dig, dig, dig into the causes of your disinterest. If you're honest with yourself, you'll find that the root causes are really within you. You won't do anyone, most of all yourself, any good by blaming others for the rut you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember the first time you landed that job? What were your goals, plans and hopes then? Were they realized or achieved? Would there be a remarkable improvement on your resume from then to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your present lack of interest at work could lead you to many paths. You could stay on but with renewed vigor and fresh goals in doing the very same work, on you could leave the company, switch careers or go OYO (On Your Own). Wherever this thorny phase leads you, always aim for the truth. The ability to face the truth about oneself, whatever your work happens to be. So have the courage to face the truth about yourself, and you'll forever be a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One last word: work is God-given; be thankful for it and handle it with love and care, as you would a precious gift, and it will serve you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110596966893093038?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110596966893093038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110596966893093038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110596966893093038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110596966893093038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-handle-workplace-blues.html' title='How to Handle Workplace Blues'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110554789616290573</id><published>2005-01-13T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:38:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/17ROSES.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/17ROSES.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana may magkamaling magbigay ulit sa akin neto he he he&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110554789616290573?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110554789616290573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110554789616290573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110554789616290573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110554789616290573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/sana-may-magkamaling-magbigay-ulit-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110545894903282796</id><published>2005-01-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:55:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind of Death</title><content type='html'>     The writer is dying. No, not tha kind of death that we know and fear.&lt;br /&gt;It is a different kind of death, one that will put someone to his own personal hell while alive. Oh, hell, fire and shoot!&lt;br /&gt;     Somehow, it ends like this, he thought to himself as he read Dostoyevsky's "Notes from the Ground" His mood was depressing as the novel in his hands. There's no such thing as keeping a secret. It will found out sooner or later, as he have found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The artist's guild is dying because of him. Almost every member is after his neck. Heads will roll, as the dean said. And death was a woman, a sterneyed one with a stare that can make you fele like you are some kind of Play Doh Clay. Great! What a kind of wisecracks can he formulate next? But then, he's just stuck with wisecraking now. He's got nothing else, not with his honor destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The writer is quite goodlooking. Six feet tall, with long hair and oily muscies... and smoker's cough. He had been working out, trying to pour out his anger and frustration on the barbells and dumbbells and what other bells that use. He wants to kill himself and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He's suffering that much is true. But then again, he wants to fight back, to redeem himself. Yet it is virtually impossible. Plagarism is the worst crime that a writer can commit and the stain that comes with it can never really go away. It like leprosy. Even when cured, the stigma is still attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Shit, he said to himself, what made me do this presumptuous thing? What made me think that I can get away with it?&lt;br /&gt;     How was he discovered? In the writer's workshop in Dumaguete University! He was discovered by a panelist who happened to have a copy of the sotry that he copied from. And he was never again forgiven for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Oh, pity, he had plenty. But htere is an unspoken rule against what he commited, a rule that efery writer follows. And his sympathizers were not exempted to that rule,the rule of honorable competition in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He fought unfairly, yes, he deserved to be punished. And what he's going through right now is hell enough. The guilt, the knowledge that he would never be trusted again, never be accepted again in the inner circle of the campus writers anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He was persecuted by almost everyone he knows. Even his so-called friends left him, only a few remained. The few who do not condone what he did but commiserated with him. He was disgraced. He can imagine the whisperings at the back by the people who consider him a traitor to his vocation as writer. All he wanted was a little recognition, maybe some personal glory, but he realized that it does not justify what he did and realized it too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Teary-eyed, he closed his Russian novel and went up to his bedroom. He stared at his typewriter, sat down in front of it. He remembered the greatest moments of his writing career was spent on this cold metal machine, the thing that have been his best friend. He recalled the follies of his action when he used this machine to copy another writer's hard work. He betrayed this machine which did nothing but serve him. He remembers it all. Then he broke down and wept unshamedly, with nothing to embrace except the lifeless machine in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Slowly he stood up, lifter the typewriter and climbed up the roof of his house. He looked at the stars in sky, the full moon and the vacnat lot besides his dwelling. Then he flung the typewriter down with all his might. He heared it crash toward the ground, and with it, his guilt, the knowledge that its over finished. The writer died when the typewriter was destroyed. All that is left is the man who stared again at the moon with eyes that blazed with fire from his dar, tortured soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He listened to the silence of the night with mosquitoes buzzling around, oblivious to him as they flew around.... and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He shouted with all his might. "The writer is dead." And so it was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110545894903282796?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110545894903282796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110545894903282796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110545894903282796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110545894903282796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/different-kind-of-death.html' title='A Different Kind of Death'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110537373049132544</id><published>2005-01-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:15:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For chocolate cake lovers</title><content type='html'>Try this recipe ( for chocolate cake lovers!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOURLESS CHOCOLATE-ORANGE ALMOND CAKE&lt;br /&gt;  (for 8 servings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pareve kosher-for-Passover&lt;br /&gt;margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;11/4 cups whole almonds&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces bittersweet (not unsweetened) or semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons grated orange peel&lt;br /&gt;6 large eggs, separated&lt;br /&gt;1 vanilla bean, split lengthwise&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Preheat oven to 350E. Brush bottom of 10inch-diameter springform pan generously with margarine. Blend almonds and 1/4 cup sugar in processor until almonds are finely ground, scraping sides and bottom of bowl occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Whisk cocoa, orange juice, and orange peel in small bowl until smooth. Combine egg yolks and 1/2 cups plus 2 tablespoons sugar in large bowl. Scrape in seeds from vanilla bean. Using electric mixer, beat until yolk mixture is very thick, about 4 minutes. Beat in cocoa mixture. Fold in ground-almond mixture. Using clean dry beaters, beat egg whites and salt in another large bowl until soft peaks form. Gradually add 2 tablespoons sugar, beating until whites are stiff but not dry. Fold whites into chocolate batter in 3 additions. Transfer to prepared pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Bake cake until tester inserted into center comes out clea, about 40 minutes. Cool cake completely in pan or rack. (Can be made 1 day ahead. Cover with foil; store at room temperature.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cut around cake in pan; release sides. Cute cake into wedges. Transfer to plates. Place scoop of sorbet alongside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110537373049132544?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110537373049132544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110537373049132544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110537373049132544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110537373049132544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-chocolate-cake-lovers.html' title='For chocolate cake lovers'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110528487283534453</id><published>2005-01-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:34:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINDOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We have gone our separate paths too soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now, I could not even touch your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without feeling my hands grow cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;neither can I even see you in the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that meet each other's souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through the windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where sunrays used to stream in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when the sun does not shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we watch the rain falling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or hear the wind rustling outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as we stand together, seeing through our glass eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, we both have different windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we look into separate panes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and though we take necessary glimpses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we find nothing but broken glasses,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chipped woods, peeling paints, or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scattered things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we shrug unknowingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prefering to leave our windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in heavy curtains or dark blinds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep you or I from looking in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and keep me or you from looking out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps, its better for us to let the cobwebs grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;within our shut windowsills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;than wake the dust of memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that will never touch the ground again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110528487283534453?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110528487283534453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110528487283534453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun, how many would be left?" "None," replied Johnny. "cause the rest would fly away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Well, the answer is four, said the teacher. "but I like the way you are thinking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her cone, the second biting her cone, and the third one sucking here cone, which one is married?" "Well," said the teacher nerveously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger. But I like the way you are thinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Late one night, Jack took a short cut through a graveyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hearing a tapping sound, he felt a little scared, but kept going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As the tapping grew louder, he became more frightened. Finally he found a man chiseling at a gravestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Thank goodness," Jack said to the man with relief. "You gave me quite fright. What are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"They spelt my name wrong,"replied the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110526607128683662?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110526607128683662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110526607128683662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110526607128683662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110526607128683662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/space-filler.html' title='Space Filler'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110519329297666703</id><published>2005-01-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:08:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to relax</title><content type='html'>After our tax review class for three straight hours, we were very exhausted and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine for that long hours.......&lt;br /&gt;When we left the classroom, i think majority wanted some fresh air majority did not&lt;br /&gt;went home straight instead tumambay sa kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont feel reading books, nor discussed about the review class. We just talk about nonsense things.&lt;br /&gt;We end up laughing and teasing each other and reminiscing good, bad, and palpak memories during&lt;br /&gt;our law school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren suggested " kumain nga muna tayo sa labas sa mall para naman makakita tayo nang ibang mukha&lt;br /&gt;nakaksawa na tayo." All agreed. We went to JS Citimall (only in davao) eating takoyaki, fishballs, tempura&lt;br /&gt;and fish crackers. We stayed for an hour at alam ninyo ganun nga ginawa namin. Watching by-passers,&lt;br /&gt;count ilang buntis, maganda, gwapo, payat, maporma and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we separate our ways... You know what i felt good and relax. No one knows kelan maulit ulit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110519329297666703?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110519329297666703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110519329297666703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110519329297666703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110519329297666703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-to-relax.html' title='time to relax'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110464015324376208</id><published>2005-01-02T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:29:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The love I expressed for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is fake and my indifference for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;increases daily. The more I see you, the more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you appear in my eyes as an object of disontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel myself in every way disposed and determined &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to detest you. I assure you that I never lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to love you. The last conversation we had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left an impression on mu mind which never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;convinced me of your high standard character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your temper would make me very moody, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when you and I are together, I expect nothing but the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;content to be with my friends, to cover-up fo rthe dis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleasure of being with you. I have a heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bestow, but dont expect that it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at your service for I would not give it to any one more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inconsistent and immature like you... and please be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capable of doing justice to my and my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you are aware that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I speak sincerely and you will do me a favor of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding me. You need not trouble yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;answering this letter as your letters are always full&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of unimportance and are not even a shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of wit and good sense. Believe me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of you and the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really in love with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt; Pls read this letter again but be sure to skip one line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from my former classmate atty motz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110464015324376208?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110464015324376208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110464015324376208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110464015324376208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110464015324376208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2005/01/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110416328201226289</id><published>2004-12-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:10:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PROMISE</title><content type='html'>Optimistic that when a person made a promise his life will never be completed&lt;br /&gt;unless he fulfilled his promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise usualy are made for the one you love, for challenge, alter ego, a reason to hold&lt;br /&gt;on a person, an obligation, for giving a second chance to live, to give to do or&lt;br /&gt;not to do something and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise may vary from one person to another and to whom you made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say to a class of persons, age, in a relationship, status, nationality, sex,&lt;br /&gt;maturity and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a four, I made promise to avoid punishment from the wrongful act i've done.&lt;br /&gt;I used it as an escapegoat or rather as an excuse. I'll just say "Ma please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise I will not do it again." then it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of majority, I realized "a promise" is not as easy as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take to preserve, protect and to achieve my promise&lt;br /&gt;became more difficult and worst for every single step forward and instead&lt;br /&gt;ready to move step further, I end up moving backward for two or three steps more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage, I felt inept, helpless, depress, wrath, unwanted and numb. I became so blind.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to face the reality, the situation and the consequence. I forgot my promise, benefits,&lt;br /&gt;happiness, and myself. Well, the pain I felt do not suffer my being. It reminds me that it is not&lt;br /&gt;within my control. Letting go is the best choice to make. Sometimes nature took its course&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is with divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110416328201226289?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110416328201226289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110416328201226289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110416328201226289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110416328201226289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/12/promise.html' title='THE PROMISE'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110415695156052016</id><published>2004-12-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:16:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF REACH</title><content type='html'>Today i've been singing this song for ten times or more. I dont know why.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF REACH&lt;br /&gt;by: Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew the signs&lt;br /&gt;wasnt right&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid for a while&lt;br /&gt;Swept away by you&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, couldnt see&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself from despair&lt;br /&gt;I could drown If I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was&lt;br /&gt;So confuse&lt;br /&gt;My heart bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach couldnt see&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt&lt;br /&gt;So much pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes a while to regain&lt;br /&gt;What is lost inside&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that in time&lt;br /&gt;You'll be out of my mine&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was&lt;br /&gt;So confuse&lt;br /&gt;My heart bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach so far&lt;br /&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;br /&gt;In my reach, I can see&lt;br /&gt;Theres a life out there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110415695156052016?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110415695156052016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110415695156052016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110415695156052016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110415695156052016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/12/out-of-reach.html' title='OUT OF REACH'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-110372599066589319</id><published>2004-12-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:33:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT's UP TO YOU</title><content type='html'>If you think you're a winner you'll win&lt;br /&gt;If you dare to step out, you'll succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in your heart, have purpose to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim to help fellow men in his need&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of faith must replace every doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Words of courage and you cannot fail.&lt;br /&gt;If you stumble and fall, rise and stand ten feet tall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You determine the course that you sail&lt;br /&gt;For life as in death, dont you see,&lt;br /&gt;Its the man who has nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;Who approaches the gates, stands for a moment and waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels the presence of God oh so near,&lt;br /&gt;You've been given the power to see,&lt;br /&gt;What takes to be a real man,&lt;br /&gt;Let your thinking be pure,&lt;br /&gt;It will make you secure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, you know you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just wanna share this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-110372599066589319?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/110372599066589319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=110372599066589319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110372599066589319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/110372599066589319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-up-to-you.html' title='IT&apos;s UP TO YOU'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109975899979389856</id><published>2004-11-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:36:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO HIT THE BRAKES</title><content type='html'>A little indulgence can make a world of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Eat a bag of tummy beans.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Enjoy a spa treatment.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Give someone a long hug.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Write a letter to someone youre lost in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Go on a date.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Turn your mobile phone off for a day.&lt;br /&gt;8.) TAke a long bath.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Hop on a bus and let it take you wherever.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109975899979389856?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109975899979389856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109975899979389856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109975899979389856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109975899979389856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-to-hit-brakes.html' title='HOW TO HIT THE BRAKES'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109940644284122828</id><published>2004-11-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:40:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna say hello</title><content type='html'>i miss my blog... :) lately kasi im very busy. basta im busy lamang just want to keep it that way, literally i want to keep busy hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my creatve mind ( creative raw) is not working. It just stop like a cp pag wala nang battery bigla papatay unless  charge mo sya. Just like me there is something in me na bigla sya nag stop. A part of my being, a big portion of my hhmmm basta. Never mind bout me. Im just confused, trying to find an answer na my system will adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends, thank you sincerely for being with me all the time. Most specially for bad times, when i needed "you" most. For being so matiyaga and although masakit na sa tenga at saka dont wanna listen hehehehehe im sorry pero im thankful tlaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. I will try to post another short stories, poems or pics... well after reading this im sure masasabi ninyo im confused hehehehe. take care! muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109940644284122828?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109940644284122828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109940644284122828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109940644284122828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109940644284122828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-wanna-say-hello.html' title='just wanna say hello'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109319503808571927</id><published>2004-08-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T01:17:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let No One Guide Me....</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am in Pain, I am the means.&lt;br /&gt;It is I alone makes the decision, commits the mistake&lt;br /&gt;and suffer the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are there to give mo pieces of advice&lt;br /&gt;most of them trying to help me but others want to see me failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am happy, I am the means.&lt;br /&gt;It is I alone seek for happiness, create my paradise&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;Live with my sublime fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no one guide me, Except ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109319503808571927?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109319503808571927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109319503808571927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109319503808571927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109319503808571927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/let-no-one-guide-me.html' title='Let No One Guide Me....'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109317106429323456</id><published>2004-08-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T18:37:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/640/haycay.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/200/haycay.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send lamang sa akin to. :) hehehehhe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109317106429323456?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109317106429323456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109317106429323456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109317106429323456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109317106429323456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/send-lamang-sa-akin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109317023633775377</id><published>2004-08-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T18:23:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/640/baby%20justi.jpeg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/320/baby%20justi.jpeg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet baby j. :) shhhhhh..... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109317023633775377?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109317023633775377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109317023633775377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109317023633775377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109317023633775377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/meet-baby-j.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109316938503968150</id><published>2004-08-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T18:09:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cay&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109316938503968150?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109316938503968150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109316938503968150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109316938503968150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109316938503968150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/cay.html' title=''/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109309803093430432</id><published>2004-08-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:20:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS NOT YET MY TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday, Angel and I love to stay in a playground near our village&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, he ran, jump, shout and laugh out loud, leaving a trace of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while he’s running around, he suddenly stopped. He looked at me deeply and I can see his in pain. Like an old statute, he fell.&lt;br /&gt;He was three-year-old then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was a love child of my cousin Ritche. She got pregnant at the age of nineteen. Her parents were very angry and very dismayed of her to the level of they disowned my cousin. She called my mother, told her predicament and begging to stay at our home.&lt;br /&gt;My mother accepted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became her best friend, her constant companion and her absorber. But she never revealed the name of her boyfriend. She was very bitter and unhappy. When she gave birth, she told my mother that she was not interested to race a child. Four months after, she left leaving Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Angel at two months old, the doctor said he has a weak heart. The chances of his survival will last for two years. When I heard about Angel, I thought of my cousin. I blamed her for this. If she only took care of Angel, fed him nutritious food, took her vitamins and did a regular check up, angel will have a strong heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we have done everything to help prolong angel’s life. We tried to give him everything. But it is not that easy. All our time were spent with him. Especially me. I was very attached to angel. We slept together, we ate together sometimes we took a bath together. I showed him no sad moments. Believing that happiness can prolong help prolong his life and maybe miracle might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there were times he was breathless, I always fear of loosing him. Always asked for God’s mercy. “My Lord please tell me it is yet his time, not yet his time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of two years old, angel started asking questions. He noticed his abnormalities of his body. Like meeting with the doctor, being dependent of medicines and difficulties of breathing. I cannot describe the pain I felt, every time he asked me. I feel so helpless, worthless and numb. I managed to tell him “we just want you to grow up healthy.”  I smiled and he smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night before he passed out, we had a long talked. It was part of our routine before our good night sleep. The last question I asked and the last answer he gave struck me most. I asked him what he wants to be when he grew up? He said “There is no need. I am weak I can feel I am sick but because of the love you gave to me, I will be ok.”  I cried  clandestinely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, from my work, I spend time to pass by in the playground. As I watched the children playing, one of them reminds me of Angel. I am seeing Angel’s face with each of them every time they laugh. I am still recuperating and in the stage of accepting the death of Angel. I always tell myself that when my time comes, Angel will be there. We is waiting for me and we will continue our journey till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS NOT MY TIME YET, NOT MY TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109309803093430432?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109309803093430432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109309803093430432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109309803093430432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109309803093430432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-is-not-yet-my-time.html' title='IT IS NOT YET MY TIME'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109299805389494033</id><published>2004-08-20T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:34:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denial</title><content type='html'>Define Denial. according to oxford means that it is a statement that a thing is not true or refusal of a request or wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial is a simple word with a simple meaning. No need to elaborate and to explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial may be mean YES or may be mean NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to refuse the reality, the truth, and factual findings either negative or positive specially our feelings are primarily involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself is in the stage of denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vehemently denied i am incorrect, that i am weak, i am not pessimistic, and i am always in control.&lt;br /&gt;Not to meantion my special feelings to my special someone. The love i feel for him and the love he feels for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that he still likes me, he's longing for me, he wants me more than i want him and he loves me more than i love him. YES i am in the stage of denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all i have done for him is for his own good, for his happiness and almost perfect. YES, i am in the stage of denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that he dont like me, hes not longing for me, he dont want me and he love me no more. NO, i am in the stage of denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me i know the meaning of "denial". Im sane and fully aware of what is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is bad and what is the real one and the reel one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM IN IN THE STAGE OF DENIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109299805389494033?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109299805389494033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109299805389494033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109299805389494033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109299805389494033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/08/denial.html' title='denial'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109014876808472592</id><published>2004-07-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T19:06:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"There are treasures that await you. Listen to your heart and pray to God. And if something is meant for you, then the universe will conspire to make it possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109014876808472592?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109014876808472592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109014876808472592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109014876808472592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109014876808472592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote_18.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-109014810995355661</id><published>2004-07-18T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:55:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"The true meaning of life is not being comfortable all the time. It is trusting that something good could come out of adversity. Like faith its holding on to things you do not see, and believing in things you do not know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-109014810995355661?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/109014810995355661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=109014810995355661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109014810995355661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/109014810995355661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-108912943808372718</id><published>2004-07-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:57:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One in a Million You</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Love had played its game on me so long. &lt;br /&gt;I started to believe I'd never find anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Doubt had tried to convince me to give in, &lt;br /&gt;Said you can't win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day the sun it came a shinin' through. &lt;br /&gt;The rain had stopped, and the skies were blue. &lt;br /&gt;And oh, what a revelation to see. &lt;br /&gt;Someone was saying "I love you " to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one in a million, chance of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;And life showed compassion. &lt;br /&gt;And sent to me a stroke of love called you. &lt;br /&gt;A one in a million you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely man with empty arms to fill. &lt;br /&gt;Then I found a piece of happiness to call my own. &lt;br /&gt;And life is worth living again. &lt;br /&gt;For to love you to me is to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one in a million, chance of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;And life showed compassion. &lt;br /&gt;And sent to me a stroke of love called you. &lt;br /&gt;A one in a million you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one in a million, chance of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;And life showed compassion. &lt;br /&gt;And sent to me a stroke of love called you. &lt;br /&gt;A one in a million you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Songtext: Larry Graham - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-108912943808372718?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/108912943808372718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=108912943808372718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/108912943808372718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/108912943808372718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-in-million-you.html' title='One in a Million You'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540214.post-108912769566034397</id><published>2004-07-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:28:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRELUDE TO AN EXHIBIT</title><content type='html'>The nudists arrived first, with big balloons&lt;br /&gt;and fresh orchids in tow, setting foot on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a seasoned fruit vendor with pineapples, oranges &lt;br /&gt;and watermelons at her disposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouth-watering proposal. Paddled a fishermen with wavy skin&lt;br /&gt;docking his crabby canoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the masterpiece wole, popped in the weared artist &lt;br /&gt;with his brushy moustache, had this gouache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene fantasized all along  legerdemained&lt;br /&gt;by his miracle wand, with beaujolais for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          -amadeo m. mendoza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7540214-108912769566034397?l=chinkycay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/feeds/108912769566034397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7540214&amp;postID=108912769566034397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/108912769566034397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7540214/posts/default/108912769566034397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkycay.blogspot.com/2004/07/prelude-to-exhibit.html' title='PRELUDE TO AN EXHIBIT'/><author><name>CHICAY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/1317/50/chinkylaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
