<?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-2942110125621429100</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:05:56.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of My Daily Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place where i can express my feelings on my daily life! I hope this will help me release what i feel on my daily activities.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-9152670723444768447</id><published>2011-06-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:13:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Sleepyhead!</title><content type='html'>Watching Nathan sleeping today, he watched me sleeping the other day so now its my turn hehe. We usually do this watch each other sleeping though we are best friend now, there are things that we still continue doing until now like one of our hobby is to watch each other sleeping on cam as we are far from each other. So usually I take a snap shots of him as he also take shots of me using his phone so its fair:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU-a56ClLJg/TgtbpQNQMeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sguoo0PqTgw/s1600/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU-a56ClLJg/TgtbpQNQMeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sguoo0PqTgw/s320/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689323985514978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GoRpAFjcKA/TgtbpTU-a7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/i0dOz1pNbrU/s1600/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GoRpAFjcKA/TgtbpTU-a7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/i0dOz1pNbrU/s320/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689324823210930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jVvf3qisnU/TgtbpCQ6U0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iHvvA9ZNnKc/s1600/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jVvf3qisnU/TgtbpCQ6U0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iHvvA9ZNnKc/s320/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689320242762562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-9152670723444768447?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/9152670723444768447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=9152670723444768447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9152670723444768447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9152670723444768447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2011/06/nathan-sleepyhead.html' title='Nathan Sleepyhead!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU-a56ClLJg/TgtbpQNQMeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sguoo0PqTgw/s72-c/gunnersmate4ever%2527s%2BWebcam%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-6119870813982269903</id><published>2011-05-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:56:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God please guide me!</title><content type='html'>This past few days or weeks, I do not really know what is my goal in life. I am kinda depressed of everything that happen in my life. Lord please guide and help me. I did a lot of stupid decisions and mistakes in my life. I hope i can make things right. I hope I can also move on to everything so that i can't hurt anyone. Please help me. I badly needed you. I feel so alone and i needed you Lord to help me and pick me up now when this is my worst moment in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-6119870813982269903?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6119870813982269903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=6119870813982269903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6119870813982269903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6119870813982269903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-please-guide-me.html' title='God please guide me!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-6017303775746673026</id><published>2010-03-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:22:46.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the reasons why people get so sentimental&lt;br /&gt;It is because, memories are the only things that don't change..&lt;br /&gt;When everything else does..&lt;br /&gt;There are things in life that you cant hold on forever,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes destiny isn't always good, it becomes playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you met someone you learned to love, you thought&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it was destiny who made your paths cross.&lt;br /&gt;But what if making your paths cross is just a part&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the game that the playful destiny create?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making you realize in the end that the preson you thought&lt;br /&gt;that was destined for you wasn't really meant to stay...&lt;br /&gt;But only destined to make you feel love and leave&lt;br /&gt;you when you've already fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to state a reason when you decide to leave your love.&lt;br /&gt;Some might think it's just an excuse...some might not actually believe...&lt;br /&gt;Some will blame you, some might even be mad at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they don't see is the fact that...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts you even more to hurt someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt..&lt;br /&gt;especially when you cant actually state the reason&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you have to leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never own something that was never yours..&lt;br /&gt;So lets stop gripping on things we expect to last forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever is a lie&lt;br /&gt;everything is transitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you have something in your hand,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put in mind that its just borrowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that someday when its gone, it wont take you eternity just to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;When your feelings get strong for someone, its always wise to stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;and give your heart...a time to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to use your mind to weigh the situation based on reason not on emotion&lt;br /&gt;Because the saddest thing that can happen is when one fall in love while&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other wants nothing more than friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes be magic...&lt;br /&gt;But magic can sometimes be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wish that I was limites to certain emotions&lt;br /&gt;So that I'll never have to experience pain, never feel betrayed or disappointed, and never get my fragile heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the same thing means that I'll never know how it feels to love&lt;br /&gt;and be loved in return ...&lt;br /&gt;The thought o it kind of scares me..&lt;br /&gt;To have a heart that's whole but numb or a heart that's broken but real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all be looking back to those days we learned to love, get hurt, cry and fight..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when that time comes, we'll be laughing at our old dumb selves...&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how stupid we were to stand up for thins we knew weren't really meant for us&lt;br /&gt;But I guess learning takes times, and mistakes make one's journey fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what we make it&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;So let's live, love, and take whatever pain it brings....&lt;br /&gt;though it's hard to wait around for something that I know will never happen...&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to stop when I know it's everything I've always wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what??&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it happened..&lt;br /&gt;We're good friends...&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thankful for that....&lt;br /&gt;Take care always my dear friend..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-6017303775746673026?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6017303775746673026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=6017303775746673026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6017303775746673026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6017303775746673026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-1638658240211751415</id><published>2010-03-07T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:18:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“FREEING THE HEART, MIND AND THE SOUL”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: none; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• heart-broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life never stops when your heart gets broken. life is too wonderful, for you to just stop on your tracks. – don't be bitter, keep moving! but, don't rush yourself into finding new love again; just to let that someone take you away from the pains that you are feeling. (heal yourself first-completely!) for, no matter what you do, there would always be a mark in your heart. a "scar" that will always remind you of all that you've been through! but don't feel bad. because, it only means that: "once then, you've had something beautiful and special with you, but for some reasons, it's been taken away from you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• being hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we get hurt? the answer is simple. it is because we love. then, why do we still love, if in the end, we'll just get hurt? my answer is this: in love there are risks you have to take, and getting hurt is one of them. me, I love because i'm not scared of getting hurt. it is not my concern. but, giving love! after all, it is the very essence of loving. right? to "give" love rather than, to "take" love. some people I know, when they get into a relationship, it's sad that they are preparing themselves already to get hurt, when they should first be preparing their hearts on loving that person. me, I am preparing myself to give love! more than getting hurt…yes, I still get hurt in the end – but it's my choice! at least, I got hurt only because, I knew that, I had loved. as it goes: " when you love, you have just given them he power to hurt you." …true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving someone you love, doesn't have to be so hurting! for, pains have been inflicted, and the heart had suffered sorrows and grief. so, why drive deeper stake in the heart? …to see the wound open for deeper cuts, then bleed to death? "if you'll have to kill me a hundred times, i'll live again a thousand more!" *people often hate those who make them feel their own inferiorities! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• letting go and moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go and moving on doesn't really have to mean, leaving everything behind you. because, you take with you,*lessons* you've learned from the past experience, that would help you become better the next time. You also, take with you, *memories* you'll cherish forever in your heart – good or bad. because, it is something that had grown and become part of who you are. And it will never depart from you… "love brings great beauty to life, also great sadness that sometimes, you can't be sure if it is a fair exchange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-1638658240211751415?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1638658240211751415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=1638658240211751415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1638658240211751415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1638658240211751415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2010/03/freeing-heart-mind-and-soul.html' title='“FREEING THE HEART, MIND AND THE SOUL”'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-1829278258336762498</id><published>2009-07-03T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:06:44.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BABY NATE!</title><content type='html'>It is our first year anniversary with my Baby Nate. Yeah I thank God despite for all the trials that we had gone through and long distance, it really proves that love conquers all. It is very hard to have a long distance relationship, i try my best to understand him and our schedule to talk and email him just to have communication with him since it is very important and in order to avoid misunderstandings, jealousy and falling out of love. I thank GOD that we are together until now. I know he loves me but I know too that its not enough, i thought its enough from the start but I learn that communication, trust, understanding, honesty and for giving time to each other is okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to say but i just dont know what and where to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-1829278258336762498?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1829278258336762498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=1829278258336762498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1829278258336762498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1829278258336762498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-one-year-anniversary-baby-nate.html' title='HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BABY NATE!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-3781694993362841122</id><published>2009-06-30T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:34:10.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU LORD:-)</title><content type='html'>I thank GOD for loving me so much and my family but more or less I want to thank him because me and Baby Nate we're okay now. I think this is like our first misunderstanding which makes me shock and depress because I can't believe it she misinterpret what I said. I just want to give him time. But at least we are okay now, and we talk about it and he apologize and I love him so much because he just don't want to lose me that is why he act that way. He afraid that he might lose me and cant have me for the rest of his life. Only GOD knows but I know he loves me so much so I guess I don't need anyone except him besides he makes me happy and complete and I think he is the one that GOD gives to me. I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-3781694993362841122?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3781694993362841122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=3781694993362841122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3781694993362841122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3781694993362841122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-lord.html' title='THANK YOU LORD:-)'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-7723354405639078166</id><published>2009-06-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:08:02.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TITA CINDY, TITO JOSEPH AND REESHONA</title><content type='html'>Tita Cindy, I hope that GOD will bless you and meet all your needs and also help you from the things that you are struggling lately. Good health, protection, guidance, wisdom, and hope all your wish will come true, i wish you all the best though this is the most common word to say but it is from the bottom of my heart that I say this to you. Take care and GOD bless you! I hope that no matter what happen between me and your son, i hope we can still be friends. Thank you so much for being nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Joseph, I love you as my best friend, I love you as my dear Uncle, I love you for being here with me and my family, I wish you all the best that life can offer. I wish you can find your future wife, the right one for you that wont hurt you and will love you for who you are and not just by your name and wont use you for other reason. I hope that we can reach our future goals and we can buy beach land and have some business soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeshona, Hope someday you will become a very good and intelligent woman and i hope that someday you can become a very good professor in Math like your Mommy or maybe a great engineer like your Daddy. I am sure you will become the class valedictorian straight to college like Aunt/Tita Daisy which is one of my dreams until today but even i didnt make it, i hope you will become like her as thats what we want from you. I love you though you wont smile that much but i hope you learn to smile often, but maybe you change as you are still very young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-7723354405639078166?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7723354405639078166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=7723354405639078166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7723354405639078166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7723354405639078166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-tita-cindy-tito.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TITA CINDY, TITO JOSEPH AND REESHONA'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-9085479846942373693</id><published>2009-06-25T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:26:50.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISUNDERSTANDING</title><content type='html'>I am so confuse and sad...me and Nate have some misunderstanding huh...that sucks and hurt huh...he misunderstand me...sucks.......................I hate it this is the first time that he said me not nice thing...he don't appreciate what I said because he misunderstand it...............................Its really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-9085479846942373693?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/9085479846942373693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=9085479846942373693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9085479846942373693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9085479846942373693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/misunderstanding.html' title='MISUNDERSTANDING'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-770014475377041168</id><published>2009-06-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:57:26.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>state of confusion</title><content type='html'>Confuse with what I feel about every aspect in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Confuse with my responsibility as eldest sister&lt;br /&gt;I have to set to be a good example to my siblings..&lt;br /&gt;I have to be a role model...but I am not a machine and not perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuse with my responsibility as gf&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to know what I can give and to let someone you love to know what you really feel..........&lt;br /&gt;If this is for real or not...&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the future.... afraid of lies, pains and hurts..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuse with my responsibility as a good daughter....&lt;br /&gt;When I cant seem make my parents happy and cant meet their expectations..&lt;br /&gt;I'm depress when I cant seem to be the best daughter as they can have.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuse with my career..&lt;br /&gt;Being a political adviser, politician, political analyst?&lt;br /&gt;Being a call center agent?&lt;br /&gt;Being a medical researcher?&lt;br /&gt;Being a social worker?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I am good in communication and analytical skills................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuse of society...............&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting corrupt country&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish environment...&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity of church and government....hypocrisy, pride, judgment................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches...Priests..........Pastors............&lt;br /&gt;It is like this................&lt;br /&gt;People killing people dying&lt;br /&gt;Children hurting and ?you hear them crying&lt;br /&gt;Can practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father father father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-770014475377041168?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/770014475377041168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=770014475377041168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/770014475377041168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/770014475377041168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/state-of-confusion.html' title='state of confusion'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-9008368116265247978</id><published>2009-06-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:16:29.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHERS DAY DADDY/PAPA AND TITO DARRELL!</title><content type='html'>PAPA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can describe you in one word "unselfish/selfless father", despite of what happen to your family when you are still young, you didn't like that your family have the same situation with what you experience. I am thankful that you are very responsible father, as you work hard just to give us brighter future to the extent that you forget your own health. You know that health is wealth it is worth than working very hard for us. But i thank you for the thought that you are willing to sacrifice lots of things just to make your family happy and to meet their needs. Thank you for being a loving father as you always provide first our needs before you will buy for your own. You always think us before you think of yourself. I love you for being caring dad to all of us. You treat as like we are precious more than diamonds or any treasure in this world. You always make sure we are okay at the end of the day. You make time to talk to us even if you are very tired from work. You always look at the fridge if we still have foods or not. You always try to bring any foods everyday just to make us happy from work. You tend to have debt because of us. You are unselfish father. The most loving father I ever had. I do always love and respect you. I salute you and I am very proud of you as my father. I love you Papa, I hope you realize it that everything I do is to make you proud of me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-9008368116265247978?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/9008368116265247978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=9008368116265247978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9008368116265247978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/9008368116265247978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-daddypapa-and-tito.html' title='HAPPY FATHERS DAY DADDY/PAPA AND TITO DARRELL!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-3336595998805735498</id><published>2009-06-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:53:07.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLECTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Sj4rA5bsDNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zfqomtPBTUg/s1600-h/DSCN2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Sj4rA5bsDNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zfqomtPBTUg/s320/DSCN2195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349760701779676370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Sj4oYCl1LkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kFQtO57SIuo/s1600-h/DSCN2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Sj4oYCl1LkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kFQtO57SIuo/s400/DSCN2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349757800840244802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are some of my collection volumes of VCD of National Geographic Wildlife Wonders Collection like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant Panda's: The Last Refuge&lt;br /&gt;Tigers Of the Snow&lt;br /&gt;Walking with Lions&lt;br /&gt;Living with Gorillas&lt;br /&gt;Wild Babies&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo Adventures&lt;br /&gt;A Turtles Journey&lt;br /&gt;                     Seal Secrets&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah: The Deadly Race&lt;br /&gt;Zebras: Patterns In the Grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I admit I haven't seen some of the volumes of it since I am quite busy so I must see some of it when I have time to do so. It is very interesting topic to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-3336595998805735498?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3336595998805735498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=3336595998805735498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3336595998805735498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3336595998805735498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/collections.html' title='COLLECTIONS'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Sj4rA5bsDNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zfqomtPBTUg/s72-c/DSCN2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-82748706496963493</id><published>2009-06-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:23:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjxFNc8mVlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gNZuq5FX3kk/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjxFNc8mVlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gNZuq5FX3kk/s400/DSCN1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349226554820286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just one of the Island we visit :-), WE are having a great time watching many different islands as Philippines have 7,107 Islands so it is so fun visiting some of those Island and at the same time have time to snorkel at the middle of the Island but of course I am so afraid that I might see a shark since I saw a dolphin but so far not a shark then I just snorkel just beside the small boat that we use for island hopping. The white sand, corals, different fish that you can see under the water and also the scuba divers down into my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-82748706496963493?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/82748706496963493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=82748706496963493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/82748706496963493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/82748706496963493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/island-hopping.html' title='Island Hopping'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjxFNc8mVlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gNZuq5FX3kk/s72-c/DSCN1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-7284328054599061444</id><published>2009-06-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:42:37.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUyb55eyFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7TwsEqh_5s8/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUyb55eyFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7TwsEqh_5s8/s400/DSCN0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235587552102482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUxYdCY1iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IFzNA2yyzR4/s1600-h/DSCN0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUxYdCY1iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IFzNA2yyzR4/s320/DSCN0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347234428753597986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of the pics of my vacation for almost three weeks that I have vacation with my two sisters namely Hannah and Micah Ezra our youngest that we go snorkeling at the middle of an island and you can see many corals and fishes. And also many scuba divers at your feet hehe...But its kinda scary to me as I have phobia of scuba diving too same with my youngest sister so we are not able to go scuba diving this summer. We are having a nice vacation with the well known and best hotel, resort and island of Cebu. The white sand of the beach and the romantic view of the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUuxWJe5vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KuOBko9HBbY/s1600-h/DSCN0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUuxWJe5vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KuOBko9HBbY/s400/DSCN0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347231557866153714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoy fishing I will soon post the second part of the vacation when almost for three weeks we are at the middle of the Island for Island Hopping and snorkeling. It is nice to have a very special moment with your sisters and most especially if the one you love is with you and so beautiful and romantic places and how I wish Nate was there with me. Life is so beautiful because GOD bless me with a very loving family and bf. So i enjoy my vacation time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-7284328054599061444?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7284328054599061444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=7284328054599061444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7284328054599061444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7284328054599061444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-moments.html' title='Vacation Moments!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SjUyb55eyFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7TwsEqh_5s8/s72-c/DSCN0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-7928355482333227980</id><published>2009-05-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:19:39.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: navy;"&gt;Baby Nate send me an email today and I'm so touch about what he told me and I do really feel his love towards me, This is the exact word he told me and i copy and paste it here, isn't it so sweet to hear those words that he tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you know you are the reason that I keep going&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i am so happy knowing those words many times from him. I couldn't ask for more from GOD that he gave me the most loving bf that i have. I love him so much and i know that he loves me so much too. He makes my life complete though life is not perfect but life doesn't need to be perfect because it makes perfect when someone completes my life. Everything is nothing If I ain't got him. He knows that I love him and we know that we love each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-7928355482333227980?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7928355482333227980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=7928355482333227980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7928355482333227980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7928355482333227980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-sweet.html' title='How Sweet'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-6052614870414047172</id><published>2009-05-10T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:38:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY:-)</title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHER's DAY to all mothers, To my Mommy/Mama Cony, Tita Cindy, and             myself ( joke! lol someday) , Being a mother for me is the greatest achievement a woman could ever have. It is a noble thing and its not an easy job, to take care of a child at the same time taking care of the husband.  Motherhood is difficult and therefore son and daughters do not forget to say thank you to your parents especially MOMMY's because if there is no mothers then we are not able to see the gift of life and we will not experience how good to have a life and live on this planet that GOD beautifully made for us. Mommy is always there for the best of her children because most of the fathers were working but even mommy is working, she give up her career for her children. I thank you for always being here to me when i need you, you are like my best friend. You always support my decision and you always give me encouragement. I love you so much. I thank GOD for giving me both of you as my parents especially you treat me like a diamond or more than your life and willing to do everything for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-6052614870414047172?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6052614870414047172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=6052614870414047172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6052614870414047172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6052614870414047172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY:-)'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-8452767835259530606</id><published>2009-05-09T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:49:59.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am happy today in a sense that I am able to meet my bf/fiance family, having a good relationship with them is a great start for everything in the near future life with them. Tita Cindy is like my second mom in real though we are apart through distance but i know that I will visit her soon and its up to our Heavenly Father/Father GOD to permit this thing that will happen. I am thankful that I am able to know her. My Baby Nate is indeed a GOD's gift to me, I couldn't ask for more to GOD, He completes me and makes me happy. According to him he is truly a GOD's gift and its GOD's will that we love each other, isn't it so sweet to hear? It touches my heart to listen talking from him that its GOD's will that we are meant to be to love each other. I know we are not perfect lovers but so far we did not argue or have a conflict and even if may have conflict it wont matter and in fact I truly believe that it will makes our relationship stronger and we will become closer to each other.  I never thought that love can feel like this. And his love is like a river, peaceful and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate Tito Darrel that He cares for me and Nathan and for being supportive  in our relationship. And for trying to type through email to send me message that he cares for me and Nate and also to my family together with Tita Cindy though I know the he do not know much about typing through keyboard of computer but he try it to let me know that he cares for me and Nate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ruth because she is like my youngest sister and she reminds me of my sisters and my childhood life. And the mere fact that she is so pretty and my Baby Nate love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank DJ for being so nice to me though that is the first time we talk, it feels like we talk for a long time as we just talking anything. Thank you DJ for being a cool person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian, I consider him as one of my friends though I also think of him as my younger brother, we talk for quite a long time and I am happy for some positive things happen to him. I am happy that he also recover from his past relationship and I am happy to see his new haircut, he looks clean and handsome. I am happy to know that he has a good heart and a lot of very good point of views in life. I can see that He is a good person and I always tells him that he is a very good person and talented person for me and I know that people notice it and I know he will become a very successful person because he has all the talents, wisdom, kind heart ( He may not be showy that he is but I know him for quite sometimes), handsome and God, family, Alex, friends, relatives and a lot of people loves you Brian so I am happy to see lots of good things happen to your life. I love you my dear brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Debsie and Courtney, i will love you too and hope to meet you someday as well as Bobby and Crissy/Christy ( correct me if I'm wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Baby Nate, you are more precious than any diamond, pearl or gold and anythings in this world. I love you so much and you knew it. The things that happen to us from friendship and how we meet and things happen to us unbelievably it all happen for a reason in the right time and place. And i agree with you that its truly GOD's will that we love each other. It's hard to put into words how grateful I am to have you and although you told me many times that you love me more than I love you and YOU prove it into many ways and i never doubted you because you never give me action to destroy my trust upon you. And thank you so much for being so mature as I am also mature though i try to act as a Baby because I am just seeking your attention sometimes because I just miss you so much and yet you spoil me and treat me like a baby lol and wish that you can hug and kiss me right here with me but It doesn't matter as soon we will be together. I could not ask for more because you are all I want as well as my man I want to spend the rest of my life. I love you so much Baby and I always pray for our relationship as its the best thing to our relationship to put GOD as the center of our relationship. We may not be perfect person but we complete each other in our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-8452767835259530606?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/8452767835259530606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=8452767835259530606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/8452767835259530606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/8452767835259530606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-could-not-ask-for-more.html' title='I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-2462535221048732933</id><published>2009-04-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:50:34.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like This and That .............</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am wondering why life is like this and that...have you experience that you are alone in your room and think of all the things that is happening into your life? Well basically we won't feel like this if we are not alone and have time for ourselves. Meditation sometimes helps us think of things that happen surrounds us. Help us evaluate ourselves. Help us remember things that are right and wrong. There are lots of questions in our mind when we are at the four corner of our rooms. I admit i am so busy but when I am alone i am still disappointed with myself thinking that I have still lots of do but i was not able to do it because I run out of time or sometimes i pretend to ignore the time. It is sometimes my problem of time management. I can't follow the time I used to do in order to follow and accomplish things for the day so easy. But life is not that easy but without trials life will not be also be as challenge as a race if we don't go into the flow then we will fail since part of life is to know how to survive. I do believe of the survival to the fittest but we should survive in a good way, if we succeed in life through bad way then its nothing, useless unless you have the reason to do so but whatever reason you have, we do not have the right to carry on ourselves the obligation to get the life of co-living creatures as its only GOD have the right. We may not understand life sometimes but think of it if without those challenges, trials, problems or whatever terms they call it we are nothing, we wont be what we are right now without it, accept it as part of our life as its easier to do things if we think that trials are part of everyday life. Life is hard to understand but thats the way it was design for each and everyone of us. We may not know the purpose but in the end it makes us a better and stronger person if we survive the trials we face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-2462535221048732933?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2462535221048732933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=2462535221048732933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2462535221048732933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2462535221048732933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-like-this-and-that.html' title='Life is Like This and That .............'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-7117501651528175929</id><published>2009-04-17T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:56:55.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everyone</title><content type='html'>I miss my family so much..............&lt;br /&gt;I miss life being with my mom..........&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my youngest sister.............&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nate email, its been a long time since he dont email to me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if he still love me or not.......&lt;br /&gt;I do not know too well dont know........&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone..........&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself...........&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing without my family, Nathan and God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-7117501651528175929?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7117501651528175929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=7117501651528175929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7117501651528175929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7117501651528175929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-everyone.html' title='I miss everyone'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-6446615681398440529</id><published>2009-03-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:41:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Nate at Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>This is my Baby Nate, He told me that he is in Jerusalem and he take a pic of himself in order to let me see him that he is been there and he is in the holy city.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScgqB6OYEpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xsaZlZVcMxg/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScgqB6OYEpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xsaZlZVcMxg/s400/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316545572408660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-6446615681398440529?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6446615681398440529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=6446615681398440529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6446615681398440529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6446615681398440529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-nate-at-jerusalem.html' title='My Baby Nate at Jerusalem'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScgqB6OYEpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xsaZlZVcMxg/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-849285330373310062</id><published>2009-03-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:07:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POse..Pose...POse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezdDKIGXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/65HN6spHTYI/s1600-h/private_1_894ac4f4a9ad74e8deb66517006b7cd935166683d7c337043913afc5dadaa128l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezdDKIGXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/65HN6spHTYI/s200/private_1_894ac4f4a9ad74e8deb66517006b7cd935166683d7c337043913afc5dadaa128l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316415196779518322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezUKQ7M_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fxkF9AojXgM/s1600-h/private_1_9b9ca26288933b79ee48a6fbf29bfb46995361d9ea71830e8c7a257712a42019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezUKQ7M_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fxkF9AojXgM/s200/private_1_9b9ca26288933b79ee48a6fbf29bfb46995361d9ea71830e8c7a257712a42019l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316415044068258802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezJ9YN-4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fe8ZtP7qU9U/s1600-h/1_413143626l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezJ9YN-4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fe8ZtP7qU9U/s200/1_413143626l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414868810496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScexmH3pK4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ATGKpkaRNzU/s1600-h/1_174754170l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScexmH3pK4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ATGKpkaRNzU/s200/1_174754170l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316413153639738242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScewMdO2czI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/arsenuYNkAw/s1600-h/1_315602540l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScewMdO2czI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/arsenuYNkAw/s200/1_315602540l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411613185995570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-849285330373310062?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/849285330373310062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=849285330373310062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/849285330373310062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/849285330373310062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/03/poseposepose.html' title='POse..Pose...POse'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScezdDKIGXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/65HN6spHTYI/s72-c/private_1_894ac4f4a9ad74e8deb66517006b7cd935166683d7c337043913afc5dadaa128l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-373173740706045178</id><published>2009-03-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:28:38.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do i look like a model?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEfDsUykaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fLcL6-FJqig/s1600-h/100_8813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEfDsUykaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fLcL6-FJqig/s200/100_8813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314563183572324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEe4R6GkqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7GJYJ_xRDz8/s1600-h/100_8816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEe4R6GkqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7GJYJ_xRDz8/s200/100_8816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562987502506658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEeh91Fl9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/E_EHkG6anAk/s1600-h/100_8810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEeh91Fl9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/E_EHkG6anAk/s200/100_8810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562604155639762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha..i pose like a model hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-373173740706045178?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/373173740706045178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=373173740706045178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/373173740706045178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/373173740706045178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-look-like-model.html' title='do i look like a model?'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ScEfDsUykaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fLcL6-FJqig/s72-c/100_8813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-1219689539286767757</id><published>2009-02-26T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:10:48.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCOMPLISHMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SabExZcYEHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NimrPSTEMe0/s1600-h/IMG_3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SabExZcYEHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NimrPSTEMe0/s200/IMG_3393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307145563825246322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SabDmj3LMTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9BFPFKiIKtw/s1600-h/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SabDmj3LMTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9BFPFKiIKtw/s200/IMG_3408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307144278131814706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Saa_9BMhlwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TMdWy2-I9Q0/s1600-h/IMG_3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/Saa_9BMhlwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TMdWy2-I9Q0/s200/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307140265916602114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this is one of the big accomplishment in my life when i learn how to sew clothes today using the new sewing machine, i feel ashamed that i just learn today how to sew clothes hehe..at least its not too late to learn it. My only brother and me, use the new sewing machine and even my brother teach me how to use it. We use the vacant room and old table temporarily because we just open the new sewing machine and we still have to make a table or just look for table to place the sewing machine. I am so glad that i am able to make a dress too, or shall i say re-design the dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-1219689539286767757?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1219689539286767757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=1219689539286767757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1219689539286767757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/1219689539286767757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/02/accomplishment.html' title='ACCOMPLISHMENT'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SabExZcYEHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NimrPSTEMe0/s72-c/IMG_3393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-499884967029417299</id><published>2009-02-25T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:35:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Actually i do not know how to start what i feel lately, this is really strange on my part or probably unusual, this few days in my life that i do not like what happens to my life. I feel like i am not being myself, or this is the worst part of my life. I feel i change and this is the thing that i don't like. I feel ashame of myself as if i am not a good christian that i should not worry about life because it was written on the Bible Matthew 6:31, i hope my memory is correct with the verse that even the birds they do not worry because GOD has put everything for them. This should be a reflection in my life. I admit i feel like i am useless in everything i do. I have a part time job being a financial advisor believe when its good to hear having that kind of job but i thought its easy and yes i have clients to be schedule but its not the clients problem its my problem within myself. I am the only one who cancel sometimes meeting because when i wake up in the morning i just cant understand what i feel of myself and dont want to go to work, duh this is what they call " laziness". Its hard to admit it, there are other works i am suppose to do being medical researcher which i have lots of pending files to do. Plus imagine i need to learn many things at home because people expects a lot from me and keep bugging me to learn it, we have this expensive SONY Vegas Video Editing manual and DVD plus magazine on how to use it, its actually compplete packing so that i will learn video editing. And there are other things i need to learn Adobe Photoshop CS i dont know what version all i know is that its the newest version for photo editing and a lot of DVD and magazine subscription was sent to us in order for me to learn. And also there are lots of medical books that came from Australia from my employer to read this expensive thick books of doctors and its like i need to read this book but its me that choose to be lazy to read sometimes when i open it and when i have all this medical terms that its complicated. And also Mom keeps telling me to learn how to sew clothes as we buy sewing machine which was sponsored by our relatives also in Australia which sort of online buying which is one of the best sewing machine as what they told me so they are trying to imply that its expensive so you better learn so that it wont be put into nothing.  They also buy Greek book in order for me to learn  Greek words, so that in order to learn about the Bible, the best way is to learn the original text of it. Although i read the Bible ever since i was a child at the age of five and also i have to memorize memory verse before at least ten memory verse and i am afraid to be spank by our Sunday school teacher if i don't memorize all ten verses.  And also i have to read the archaelogy book as they said in order to learn about the past though i already read history every country when its my political science subjects. I have to use the calligraphy pen though i will give it to Brian ( Nate's brother) but i have two calligraphy pen so am force to use the other pen in order to learn calligraphy. I also have to learn COREL and AUTO CAD, it feels like pressured to learn this as we have this programs at the computer so i have no escape to learn it because if i do not learn it then i am not a good example to my siblings and perhaps they won't be interested on the things i need to do. I was assigned to learn this things so that i can share them to my sisters though they can learn on their own but sometimes my parents observe that if they don't see me learning new things they won't be curious and eager to learn.  And there are a lot of books to read and i know time is not enough, i hope i have time to learn all of it though sometimes i waste my time just staring out of nowhere because of thinking how to do all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-499884967029417299?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/499884967029417299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=499884967029417299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/499884967029417299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/499884967029417299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/02/pressure.html' title='Pressure............'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-4512507288795912128</id><published>2009-02-03T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:40:54.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months anniversary</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is our seven months anniversary with Baby Nate, well words are not enough to express how much i love him. Well this feelings which is unexplainable lol, im just thankful to God that he came in my life. I already tell him what i feel for him through email. I just want to share that im glad that we've been together for seven months. I wish i can tell many things but im sleepy and tired hehe..i have to travel early in the morning again gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-4512507288795912128?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4512507288795912128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=4512507288795912128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4512507288795912128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4512507288795912128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-months-anniversary.html' title='7 months anniversary'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-4257292550664042418</id><published>2009-01-30T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:18:46.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse</title><content type='html'>I admit that today i do not understand what i feel, lol i know i should be always happy, not only that it can make us feel better, feel peaceful and in a sense that it can help us in terms of our health aspect that being happy have a lot of advantages and i think people know about it already but why sometimes it will come to a point in our life that we feel sad. I am confuse, sad and depress ha funny to say and i have to admit that i do not want to feel sad, most people think that i am always happy but deep inside im hurt. I try to laugh but deep inside my heart is bleeding. Oh lately i do not know why i suddenly feel or think maybe my bf doesn't love me anymore or something change. I just do not know i know i should not feel this way, or maybe my intuition. I told him to tell me straightforward if he do not love me anymore or something change. It is just that lately or the last email i receive from him or maybe before the last email from him, i think something change. Or maybe i think negative for the last two days, grrrrrrrr...i shouldn't feel this way. And also i feel how hard it is to be far from the one you love. Anyway i pray to God that hope that he can resist temptations. I do not know what to say now. I am just so confuse in every aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love him and always miss him. Everyday i miss him and i need his loving hands to come and pick me up when im down. I need his hug and kisses. I just miss him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-4257292550664042418?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4257292550664042418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=4257292550664042418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4257292550664042418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4257292550664042418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/01/confuse.html' title='Confuse'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-62675827647691302</id><published>2009-01-10T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:50:13.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWlA38l2qRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kAoEMg1Xpgw/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWlA38l2qRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kAoEMg1Xpgw/s200/IMG_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289830567225239826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWlARg0XQgI/AAAAAAAAADI/BSbC5J4zaAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWlARg0XQgI/AAAAAAAAADI/BSbC5J4zaAQ/s200/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289829906934874626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk__3PxpZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZvM9PVZMSxA/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk__3PxpZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZvM9PVZMSxA/s200/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289829603717784978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk-Yp3u-2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lesPzf5YUWs/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk-Yp3u-2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lesPzf5YUWs/s200/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289827830600760162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk8qbqTkjI/AAAAAAAAACw/8KqGGA3qNvM/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk8qbqTkjI/AAAAAAAAACw/8KqGGA3qNvM/s200/IMG_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289825937000731186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk7npHH3EI/AAAAAAAAACo/PKfJjYzSxWU/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk7npHH3EI/AAAAAAAAACo/PKfJjYzSxWU/s200/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824789560024130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk5vbRYNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/R1wJuUlXJGs/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk5vbRYNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/R1wJuUlXJGs/s200/IMG_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289822724260640018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk4Pw_wdLI/AAAAAAAAACY/zxaxZOw5KnA/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWk4Pw_wdLI/AAAAAAAAACY/zxaxZOw5KnA/s200/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289821080824870066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my Books that i read but i have many books and magazines that i haven't include it here yet so i will post it next time, when i have time to do so. Well it helps me to become a better and confident person in my life. GOD thank you so much for this book because it helps me to have wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-62675827647691302?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/62675827647691302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=62675827647691302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/62675827647691302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/62675827647691302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-books.html' title='MY BOOKS'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWlA38l2qRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kAoEMg1Xpgw/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-6298882526290768422</id><published>2009-01-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:23:26.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Monthsary Baby Nate</title><content type='html'>Me and my bf six monthsary today Jan. 4, 2009 since we've been together for six months but i think more or less we also become friends for six months before we became more than friends. I already express all i want to tell him through my mail for him today. When i remember the past, i can't believe that we become lovers since we are only friends and i do not know how it started though we tried to remember but all i could think is the moment when Nate wants to level up our relationship not as friends but more than friends. The exact word he said is this " why not give it a try" or pls kindly let's give ourselves as lovers not as friends lol. Well, I think its GOD's plan or purpose because we never expect that we will be together for six months. And i know we love each other. We are not perfect gf/bf for each other but we see each other as perfect match for each other. We compliment each other for example, when he told me i am so beautiful, lol, i also told him well you are the most handsome guy for me. We fill up the weaknesses of each other like for example, he don't know how to sing and dance well i'll teach him until he can sing and dance and he will also teach me shooting,  playing airsoft. All we do for each other is accept each other strength and weaknesses although we are not a perfect person as we are all not perfect but we just complete each other weaknesses and encourage each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its his first time that he beat me, he is the first one to greet me happy monthsary but i am flattered and happy that he never forget our day. I thank GOD for everything and i pray for our relationship and that hope its his will that we will be together forever until we grow old as i love him so much as he loves me so much too...I have nothing to ask God because he already give to me, Nate to complete my life. God is so good in my life and i am so glad that he loves me so much that he give me the right man for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-6298882526290768422?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6298882526290768422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=6298882526290768422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6298882526290768422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/6298882526290768422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-6th-monthsary-baby-nate.html' title='Happy 6th Monthsary Baby Nate'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-2559153469512916682</id><published>2008-12-25T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:04:25.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifting The lives of Poor Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SVOtMZGATMI/AAAAAAAAACI/tJgDiT2xFNc/s1600-h/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SVOtMZGATMI/AAAAAAAAACI/tJgDiT2xFNc/s320/DSC05484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283757216241831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SVOs1ikVw8I/AAAAAAAAACA/GyBeHICV_W0/s1600-h/DSC05471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SVOs1ikVw8I/AAAAAAAAACA/GyBeHICV_W0/s320/DSC05471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283756823647994818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kids are lack of love from their family, some of this kids are purely street kids, some areel abandon kids, some belong to a family that can't provide daily needs everyday. So i request to pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-2559153469512916682?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2559153469512916682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=2559153469512916682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2559153469512916682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2559153469512916682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/uplifting-lives-of-poor-kids.html' title='Uplifting The lives of Poor Kids'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SVOtMZGATMI/AAAAAAAAACI/tJgDiT2xFNc/s72-c/DSC05484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-5911670998613532218</id><published>2008-12-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:19:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When i wake up early in the morning, there are a lot of things i heard that it seems not good and things that your name is drag into the issues. I sometimes can't understand the world, people, society, and things in life when you do things good people seems to get envy to you and people wants to let you down, the "crab mentality" of the Filipinos is not a very good attitude. When you do good things people try to bring you down and people try to get jealous why? is it wrong to do good things. And the most painful thing is that the people who did this to me were just close people to me..jealousy, envy, and insecure people...People try to bring me down. I am so depress sometimes that you do not anything to them but people want to see that you are so down. Depression arise is not good because it brings stress and pressures. And sometimes if you do good things people still think that you are not good and want to destroy reputation, why? I think my best was not good enough? I try to do everything that i can do but how come that " thank you" is not the word they want to say, people can really be abusive, people are so bad. I want to say that i hate, retaliate but then again that is not a good christian attitude. All i can do is pray them but if too much things they do against you, will i still always pray for them? Yeah but sometimes maybe this is the time that i want confrontation though i am not used to it but this is not the thing i want to do but they push me to do it. It's really hard to face the harshness of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-5911670998613532218?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/5911670998613532218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=5911670998613532218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/5911670998613532218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/5911670998613532218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-challenge.html' title='A Big Challenge'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-436876428731824212</id><published>2008-12-16T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:19:04.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - is the gift of sharing and giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUe6b0okqHI/AAAAAAAAABw/o5bwV7KpWMY/s1600-h/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUe6b0okqHI/AAAAAAAAABw/o5bwV7KpWMY/s320/DSC05468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280394075263248498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real essence of Christmas for me is sharing and giving to make other people happy though we should make it everyday as much as possible but if we can't make it everyday well this is the time to share and give...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-436876428731824212?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/436876428731824212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=436876428731824212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/436876428731824212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/436876428731824212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-gift-of-sharing-and-giving.html' title='Christmas - is the gift of sharing and giving'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUe6b0okqHI/AAAAAAAAABw/o5bwV7KpWMY/s72-c/DSC05468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-8407683744350142976</id><published>2008-12-14T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:52:38.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWtDuWzWXI/AAAAAAAAABo/KnX3kzI_QPI/s1600-h/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWtDuWzWXI/AAAAAAAAABo/KnX3kzI_QPI/s320/IMG_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279816417656658290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna is my favorite food aside from spaghetti and pizza..yummy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-8407683744350142976?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/8407683744350142976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=8407683744350142976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/8407683744350142976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/8407683744350142976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-my-christmas-wish.html' title='One of my Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWtDuWzWXI/AAAAAAAAABo/KnX3kzI_QPI/s72-c/IMG_0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-548824300531930167</id><published>2008-12-14T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:19:04.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Baby Nate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWfFBoR1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mvpkVD35uU/s1600-h/IMG000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWfFBoR1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mvpkVD35uU/s320/IMG000013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279801046847313682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWfE67kaRI/AAAAAAAAABY/zEfydW3VjwQ/s1600-h/PHOT0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWfE67kaRI/AAAAAAAAABY/zEfydW3VjwQ/s320/PHOT0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279801045049174290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much, GOD knows how much i love this man...he told me that i can't fathom his love for me and gosh how can i beat that word "fathom" lol but i just tell him that i also love him in infinite ways.In unexpected time he came in my life and in his own way he captures my heart. Thank GOD i found you.  He makes my life complete. When i review all the pictures that i have from him, this pictures makes me smile and laugh because this two pic makes me think that he is so cute in an unusual way and he is so funny on this two pic. I know he do not want to have a pic of himself but maybe he tries to take a pic of himself because i always ask pic of him haha..But i love him though he is so busy, he still manage to send me email more or less everyday, i love it when i can read email from him though i admit sometimes that i am so mean to him because i wont send him email sometimes and i tell to myself being busy is not an excuse not to send email to him or not to communicate with him and i feel guilty. I love the way he loves me. And Baby Nate i am so thankful that i found you and also thank GOD that He let the so called "love" find our way to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-548824300531930167?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/548824300531930167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=548824300531930167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/548824300531930167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/548824300531930167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-my-baby-nate.html' title='I miss my Baby Nate'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SUWfFBoR1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mvpkVD35uU/s72-c/IMG000013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-5243173407391994370</id><published>2008-12-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:49:23.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ST6ufZkhOBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h-7awzPgwxo/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ST6ufZkhOBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h-7awzPgwxo/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277847667788036114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my parents..This is my Mama/Mom Cony and My Papa/Daddy, they are the best parents in the whole world. They care and love me so much but of course all of us in the family but i think as they have told me i am their favorite child in the family hehe..They are my everything. My bestfriend, my parents, my adviser, my guidance counselor, and best of all i am nothing without them so i thank God for giving them as my parents. I love you Mama and Papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-5243173407391994370?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/5243173407391994370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=5243173407391994370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/5243173407391994370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/5243173407391994370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/treasure-of-my-life.html' title='Treasure of my Life'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/ST6ufZkhOBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h-7awzPgwxo/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-2587554307746180954</id><published>2008-12-07T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:03:02.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tita &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2942110125621429100"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; tagged me for a Book Meme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The rules of this tag are these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Share seven random and/or weird book facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;But its so funny i cannot put any pictures since i do not know how to insert pictures here after the message but i think i will try to learn and discover it here since i am just new and i do not know that much about this blog since i am using friendster and myspace. But i will try to familiarize how to use this blog and improve my page, i'm still learning but i think its quite similar with friendster and myspace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seven Random things about Books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; 1.) &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For me Reading Books is part of my daily activity though i admit that when i read a book as I'm quite busy i just skim and scan books and i just read the important parts or things i want to know of the book though i want to read the whole part of the book but sometimes we need to choose which chapter we need to read in order to capture the whole essence of the book or what the author implies to relate to the reader so we can save time because i have lots of things to do aside from reading books. But more or less when i am at my room I read books and review some of the books i read before. The first book i read is the Bible( King James version).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 2.) There are some people who borrow my books and they do not return it though i admit that i get hurt when they do not return your book when in times of their need that they want to use and borrow the book you let them bring the book at home and so it implies they have the responsibility to return as they borrow it but i do not try to remind them to ask since i have this incident that i follow up the book that they borrow and they just always said next time until they forget it and will say they forget that they borrow the book so it feels so bad that they do that but though it happens many times i still let anyone borrow books if they need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 3.) When im still at my young age at seven i realize that gaining wisdom/knowledge by reading books helps me to gain more confidence so that i can mingle and be flexible to different kinds of person, attitudes and understand the real world of politics and the histories of different countries. So i start to read books at an early age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 4.) I look up at the successful, popular, powerful, and brave people are wise people and one big factor of it because they read lots of books and i want to become a wise person so i am inspired to follow what they are doing to be wise enough in daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 5.) I read different kinds of books but i admit that books of laws is the book that i am very interested because i am suppose to proceed to law school after i finished my degree as political scientist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 6.) I read different romance novels of Daniel Steel but not that fascinated about romance. just read so that i won't be ignorant when it comes to romance matter.Suspense, crime investigation novels, any novels that can stimulate my brain. I also read, readers digest, theosophical digest, asiaweek, newsweek, fashion mag, home mag, newspaper actually any paper i hold that i can see that i can gain wisdom on it i read and read. I read history books in order to understand different countries current situation in all aspect in economic, crops, export, import,culture, traditions, religion, and political belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 7.) Recently, i am reading medical books aside from being cautious now of the foods i eat because i am under observation for kidney problem,i hope and know it's not worse. And also as i am applying as medical researcher as i have small background of medicine. So I am reading about medicines, symptoms and medications. I usually read books on my room, when im not watching tv and do not watch movies when im home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And since i am new on this blog so i only have one list of friend here and that is Tita Cindy so i cannot tag seven random people at the end of my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-2587554307746180954?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2587554307746180954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=2587554307746180954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2587554307746180954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/2587554307746180954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-tag.html' title='BOOK TAG'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-4571454505519555647</id><published>2008-12-01T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:51:21.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING IN LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since our anniversary is coming soon as according to Baby gwapo Nate...well this are the thoughts that i think before i met him and how i risk to love someone who is very far away from me as to love is to risk. Falling inlove is not a game, you invest emotions. You are open to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view&lt;br /&gt;it as a failure. But when you find a new love,&lt;br /&gt;you view the past as a teacher. In the game of&lt;br /&gt;love, it doesn't really matter who won or who&lt;br /&gt;lost. What is important is you know when to&lt;br /&gt;hold on and when to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love someone when you&lt;br /&gt;want him or her to be happy. Even if their&lt;br /&gt;happiness means that you're not part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for the best. If the person&lt;br /&gt;you love doesn't love you back, dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;to love someone else again, for you'll never&lt;br /&gt;know unless you give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never love a person you love unless you&lt;br /&gt;risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you&lt;br /&gt;don't get hurt, you don't learn h ow to love.&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't hurt all the time, though the&lt;br /&gt;hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's&lt;br /&gt;called falling in love because you  don't force&lt;br /&gt;yourself to fall. You just fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot finish a book without closing its&lt;br /&gt;chapters. If you want to go on, then you have&lt;br /&gt;to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love&lt;br /&gt;is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a&lt;br /&gt;single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which&lt;br /&gt;we are always learning, discovering and&lt;br /&gt;growing. The greatest irony of love is letting&lt;br /&gt;go when you need to hold on and holding on&lt;br /&gt;when you need to let go. We lose someone&lt;br /&gt;we love only when we are destined to find&lt;br /&gt;someone else; one who can love us even&lt;br /&gt;more than we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On falling out of love, take some time to heal&lt;br /&gt;and then get beckon the horse. But don't ever&lt;br /&gt;make the same mistake of riding the same one&lt;br /&gt;t hat threw you the first time. To love is to risk&lt;br /&gt;rejection; to live is to risk dying, to hope is to&lt;br /&gt;risk failure. But risk must be taken because the&lt;br /&gt;greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. To&lt;br /&gt;reach for  another is to risk involvement, to&lt;br /&gt;expose your feelings is to expose your true&lt;br /&gt;self. To love is to risk not to be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be&lt;br /&gt;constant but not too persistent, share and&lt;br /&gt;never be unfair, understand and try not to&lt;br /&gt;demand, hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it&lt;br /&gt;can carve wonderful images into the soul that&lt;br /&gt;always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to&lt;br /&gt;be the most wonderful feeling. It should&lt;br /&gt;inspire you and give you joy and strength. But&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things that give you joy can also&lt;br /&gt;hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom&lt;br /&gt;who they choose to be and where they choose&lt;br /&gt;to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for&lt;br /&gt;gloomy days and fruitless years, you should&lt;br /&gt;give thanks for you know, that they were the&lt;br /&gt;things that have helped you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving him the&lt;br /&gt;freedom  to find his way; whether it leads&lt;br /&gt;towards you or away from you. Love is a&lt;br /&gt;painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no&lt;br /&gt;matter how scary or painful, for only then that&lt;br /&gt;you'll experience the fullness of humanity and&lt;br /&gt;that is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with&lt;br /&gt;desire, and tear you apart. Only love can make&lt;br /&gt;you cry and only love knows why. If you're not&lt;br /&gt;ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk,&lt;br /&gt;if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're&lt;br /&gt;not ready to fall in love. There was a time in&lt;br /&gt;our lives when we became afraid to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Because every time we do, we get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured... That's why it's called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALLING IN LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-4571454505519555647?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4571454505519555647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=4571454505519555647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4571454505519555647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/4571454505519555647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-in-love.html' title='FALLING IN LOVE!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-7069456089456372446</id><published>2008-11-22T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:00:00.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's hard to be away from someone you love..I do not know if we will meet soon or we will never meet. It hurts that you love someone far away from you. You cannot even hug and kiss him. I am in a situation now where i do not know what will be my future with someone i love. I do not know if i can still have a chance to see him from Bahrain or not anymore. A lot of things on my mind lately, i know trials are part of our daily life. And missing someone is part of it. I know this is what become the challenges of me having a long distance relationship. I do not even know if it last but i hope it will if its also GOD's will. I admit i have a lot of trials lately, its hard sometimes to conquer trials as it wants me to get piss off and want me to lose all my patience. I know That GOD is testing me on how big my faith unto Him, no matter like how big he had given me a trials like Job situation..I feel like all aspect in my life was put in a situation where i am shaken whether to choose between the right and wrong things together with the consequences of actions i take whatever i choose. Sometimes i want to give up but i know its not my nature to give up, i know i was born to face things and not to be coward as what the Bible said on Joshua 1:9. I am a fighter and i do not give up trials so easy because thats the challenge of life. It is to face the trials, challenges or problems without it, life is so boring. Life have no sense without trials but as i want to say many times its part of our daily life without it life feels like empty. But too much trials is not good like too little was not either good. Any too much or little is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to offer my life to God now as i can't take it sometimes when people tries to prejudge me, though i never knew them. I can sense that its insecurities that push them to do it. I love it when people judge negatively especially the part where they find out that they were wrong.  Though i am so sleepy now hehe.. i am still writing non sense thing that i feel before i go to sleep.. i know i write things that it makes no sense but i just want to burst it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-7069456089456372446?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7069456089456372446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=7069456089456372446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7069456089456372446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/7069456089456372446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-someone.html' title='Missing Someone'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942110125621429100.post-3005450317513363529</id><published>2008-10-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:58:22.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am so bless today in a sense that I was able to talk to my bf ( Nathan) as I know that he is so busy. At least he find time to talk to me on his busy day.  It indicates that love will find a way. If he cannot talk to me well he finds way to send me a message on phone or call me. If not he tries to email me. I know its hard to have a long distance relationship but its easier because we try to communicate as we think that communication is a big factor in a relationship. And being open to each other is a very good way to work out a relationship. There is no big thing or issues that are not resolve if you two talks about it. And things can be easy if you talk to each othe like we all know two heads are better than one. And also one more important thing is that we have trust to each other. We do talk so many things in different aspects but most importantly that we don't have any doubts about our feelings and our love to each other. And the most important thing is that we let God the center of our relationship because we all know all things are possible to him.  We do pray for each other and both our families and i thank God that Nate came in my life unexpectedly but the most important thing is that God give him surprisingly. So he is worth waiting for and i have been waiting him for a long time, the one i can call the right man for me. There is no perfect thing and man in life but what he is right now is perfect for me. I cannot ask for more to God than having him right now and thanking God for letting us draw near to each other more and more each day. I love you my baby Nate and God Bless Us and our family!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2942110125621429100-3005450317513363529?l=colenmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3005450317513363529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2942110125621429100&amp;postID=3005450317513363529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3005450317513363529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2942110125621429100/posts/default/3005450317513363529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenmae.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings!'/><author><name>Colen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697688257886735623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdFV3gE6g9s/SWodM4LXeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/bcU5HwIEkxo/S220/IMG_2001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
