<?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-8028551</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:34:54.781+08:00</updated><category term='survivors'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>MY PERSONAL JOURNEY</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a dreamer, I'm a realist... I believe in my strengths, in prayers and signs. I believe that worries and fears can be overcome and that weaknesses can be made into strengths.


"LIFE TO ME IS NO BRIEF CANDLE, IT'S A TORCH WHICH I HAVE GOT HOLD OF FOR A MOMENT AND WHICH I CAN MAKE IT BURN AS BRIGHTLY AS POSSIBLE BEFORE HANDING IT ON TO FUTURE GENERATIONS"( By George Bernard Shaw)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-7991457397333779550</id><published>2011-08-15T01:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:56:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming myself back to the blogging world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been 2 years now since my last post... The complexities of technology had put me off. Blogspot can now (or been a few years now) be updated via email or multiply and other digital platforms and it's kind of confusing i must admit. I didn’t realize that I have set an automatic synchronization between Multiply and Blogspot… and then Facebook took over communication! And so, i purposely stopped blogging other than the fact that i realised that most of my blogs were hardly anything of substance (after browsing through blogs i have posted since 2004). I have also just recovered my log-in and password that has been neglected due to lack of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have changed... so many digital platforms have emerged. I remember, Facebook was not existing when i started blogging in 2004. Most of my friends and colleagues were laughing at me because i keep a blog and they couldn’t relate.... well, things are different now and hardly anyone has no blog. So i thought, why not revive and continue writing my thoughts - be it substantial, intelligent or totally hollow. Who cares! It's my space anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished doing a shoot. Well, not me doing the shoot exactly but shooting alongside Gerry O'Leary - one of the most brilliant photographer i have met. I call his work 'intelligent photography'. The creative brilliance that Gerry has allows him to see details that most self proclaimed excellent photographers do not see. I cannot really divulge his secrets (and not that I know them all anyway) but I am just happy to have known Gerry and get to see his work. The final result is always a masterpiece I must say! On the human side, Gerry is not only a great photographer but also a world-class individual who shares many professional insights. His feedback and ideas are like water to my budding ideas and very own insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8syoAfUIXzY/Tkiq6WYqQlI/AAAAAAAAADY/9xlGM2lBPRk/s1600/Entrance%2Bto%2BBenjarong.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640946452699693650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8syoAfUIXzY/Tkiq6WYqQlI/AAAAAAAAADY/9xlGM2lBPRk/s320/Entrance%2Bto%2BBenjarong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the restaurants were to be shot in the evening to give them better personalities and warmth and so we have been dining afterwards too! That messed up my supposed to be ‘cutting down on food’. To wrap up the days of hard work, we went for dinner at Benjarong where we had fried prawns with tamarind sauce, baby crabs with ginger sauce and green seafood curry. The food were exquisite. The baby crabs with shell was a delightful surprise! I thought in the beginning it was going to be weird to eat crabs with shell but the shell actually just felt like crispy batter and it was just delicious! A must order again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the entrance to Benjarong. This picture taken from my iphone does not do justice to the warm and welcoming ambience of the restaurant. The interior is very much reflective of that of typical Thai residences in the countryside and perhaps years ago in the city as well. I will post the final image taken by Gerry next time for a more visually engaging picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-7991457397333779550?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7991457397333779550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=7991457397333779550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7991457397333779550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7991457397333779550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcoming-myself-back-to-blogging-world.html' title='Welcoming myself back to the blogging world'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8syoAfUIXzY/Tkiq6WYqQlI/AAAAAAAAADY/9xlGM2lBPRk/s72-c/Entrance%2Bto%2BBenjarong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-8405949334129472595</id><published>2009-05-27T16:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:31:14.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>On Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Shz2bnexCWI/AAAAAAAAABs/hwUK9i4kHhg/s1600-h/adam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340414212469492066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Shz2bnexCWI/AAAAAAAAABs/hwUK9i4kHhg/s200/adam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe i'm so drawn to Adam Lambert. I watch American Idol but i'm not really that big of a fan... to me, yes it is a great show but i don't look forward to it, i don't try to stay up late just to watch it.. During the previous seasons, i would only enjoy watching the wacky contestants and when the show gets more serious i would withdraw from it. This time, for the 8th season, it's also the same... but when i saw and heard Adam perform Black or White (while i was busy preparing to leave for a friend's birthday celebration, so i didn't get to see the start of it), he got me really interested! The night before the announcement, he performed Mad World... WOWW!! fabulous is an understatement.. he is extremely great!! Great to the max!! There's something about him that makes you want to see him perform again and again! A real artist A-Z, voice, creativity on stage, looks - perfect. indeed an icon as Paula Abdul puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time, i'm looking forward to buying an album of someone from American Idol!! I look forward to playing the CD again and again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like Kris Allen.. he's cute, shy type, very likeable, If i need to just relax and have an easy drive, i would put on Kriss Allen's music. Adam's music gets deeper into your emotion.. it gives you energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Adam... you're such an amazing creation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-8405949334129472595?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8405949334129472595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=8405949334129472595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8405949334129472595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8405949334129472595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-adam-lambert.html' title='On Adam Lambert'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Shz2bnexCWI/AAAAAAAAABs/hwUK9i4kHhg/s72-c/adam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-5091359937186043097</id><published>2008-02-22T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:05:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Popular quotes i read on posters, cards and books often catch my attention and never leave me. I am not much into long readings but when i was a lot younger with better memory, i always catch myself repeating beautiful quotes i read around me and applying them to my every day life. I still remember the first time i read 'HAPPINESS IS A WAY OF TRAVEL NOT A DESTINATION' by Helen Keller. It saw it on a poster at Greenbelt National Bookstore. I was in highschool then spending my summer vacation in Manila. It opened my eyes a great deal! We always, tell ourselves, 'someday i'll have this... someday i'll do this.. someday...' it's always someday as if we can't do anything in our 'today' to do something that can already contribute to that bigger picture we have in our 'someday'.... as if we can't find happiness in our 'today'.. why does it have to be someday? why does it have to be 'tomorrow'? And so, by living the quote I never had a wasted time in my life - all the ups and downs have been 'felt' and 'enjoyed'.. thanking God for all those feelings He allowed me to feel to make my journey here on earth a rich experience. Indeed, happiness is not a destination... happiness is a way of travel - it is how we live our lives. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Helen Keller's quote serves as a reminder so i can always enjoy my present status and so i can live my life in gratefulness. The more i acknowledge God's blessings in my every day life, the more blessings i receive. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I live in gratefulness - that is how i live my life... that is how i travel through life. That's how i feel God's blessings.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Out of this favourite quote of mine... i was able to come up with my own self reminders... Something worth sharing. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Our present is our yesterday's tomorrow. Today is our tomorrow's yesterday. Make sure that the things you do in your 'today' will have the result you want to see in your 'tomorrow'. So that when your 'tomorrow' becomes your 'today', you'll be happy living in it.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;_______________&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Blessed are those who find joy in the every day occurence of their lives for they don't have to long for happiness because they are living in it.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;_______________&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Live a day that gets you closer to your dreams.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;_______________&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'm always grateful for the things i have achieved through God's grace but i never say i'm done.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;________________&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Gain control over your life. Life is yours to shape. Let others shape theirs and yours you.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;________________&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;People who have bitter pasts, find happiness in their imagination of the future... but why imagine when you can make it a reality? Start living a happy 'today' so that when your 'future' becomes the 'present', you can then close your eyes and also find happiness in the 'past'.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-5091359937186043097?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/5091359937186043097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=5091359937186043097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/5091359937186043097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/5091359937186043097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2008/02/self-reminders.html' title='Self Reminders'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-8275950325347531775</id><published>2008-02-14T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:40:01.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, it is felt by the heart" - Helen Keller!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Let's fill the air with love! Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-8275950325347531775?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8275950325347531775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=8275950325347531775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8275950325347531775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8275950325347531775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentine-day-to-all.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINE&amp;#39;S DAY TO ALL'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-7512960666890238844</id><published>2007-12-27T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:31:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;This story is very self explanatory…. Simple yet very striking. It’s very true that often we listen to people’s negative comments around us and we sometimes find ourselves adjusting our actions, interests and lifestyles according to other people’s way of thinking. Too often, we forget to realize that they do not live our lives hence, we shouldn’t allow them to lead it either. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Other people’s perception of what’s ‘in’ or ‘out’, what’s cool and not are measured according to their standards and their experiences. They are not to judge us if we enjoy doing things that they don’t and vice versa. Is spending quiet time at home their idea of ‘losers’, well maybe because they don’t have love ones to come home to…. Some people prefer to be out with friends all the time, maybe because that’s where they find happiness but it doesn’t mean that you cannot be happy when you’re alone…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Read the story and love the lesson.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?" Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The&lt;BR&gt;husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the&lt;BR&gt;husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-7512960666890238844?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7512960666890238844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=7512960666890238844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7512960666890238844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7512960666890238844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/12/personal-perception.html' title='Personal Perception'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-779162900690493355</id><published>2007-12-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:44:19.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more to go!!</title><content type='html'>At last, my first major exam is over! Praise God! I'm so happy right now...i'm feeling so light ... and even my husband told me that i'm glowing. Well, who wouldn't be? It's another achievement! After almost a week of thorough study, going from one page to another and back again to check if the information absorption has been successful and actually retained in my head.. then try to answer past sample questionnaires to test my comprehension and composition ability, whew!! WHEW!! - that's the first thing i could say. As i have mentioned in my earlier blog, i have not been on studies for 10 years now and going back to text books again is difficult. Praise God for going through the journey with me. I really felt His presence every step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this exam, we were not allowed to write our names on our booklet, only the ID number. I didn't know that there was already an allocated desk for each one of us. I just comfortable sat on the desk that i selected. I didn't know that there would be an ID number on top of each desk that should match ours. Then later on, we were told to make sure that the number on the desk matches our ID numbers. When i checked it, I was surprised to have actually sat on the desk with my corresponding CIM student number on it without having to look for it... no wondering some people took some time in selecting their desk... I just smiled upon knowing that i actually sat on the desk that was intended for me. Hmm... looks like it's just gonna get better :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam took 3 hours. Started sharp at 9.30am and finished sharp at 12.30. It was 3 hours of non-stop writing. Every answer was written in 'report' style. There was hardly enough time to write all the answers let alone pause and recall information. So it was important that the information/answers flow while you write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a different experience again.. it's like being in school but i have never  been this nervous at all in my entire school days. I guess because during that time, i was still oblivious of the consequences.. but this time i'm more concerned and involved. Well.. well.. 3 more to go next year!!! It's exciting yet nerve wrecking - but that's what life is made of... different emotions. That's what makes our life richer and more fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God allowed yet another beautiful happening to take place in my life. I'm forever grateful.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-779162900690493355?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/779162900690493355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=779162900690493355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/779162900690493355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/779162900690493355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-more-to-go.html' title='3 more to go!!'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-6442323250985375974</id><published>2007-11-24T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:47:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This blog entry was written on 1st October 2005. Looking back i realised that this entry reflected so much pain... This was the time when i was alone in Dubai and my husband was in Manila. This was the time when i felt like i was carrying some of the heaviest loads on my shoulders... as if there's nothing i could do but to go on because there was no other choice... and no one else i could count on to carry the burdens for me. My only refuge was God. He is so faithful that He helped me go through those trying times. I know, we all have to go through some kind of 'process' to shape us and let us be the best person we can be. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have changed, the process worked. I have grown so much more in spirit and in fellowship. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=3&gt;then &amp; now&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nostalgia engulfed me... &lt;BR&gt;Saw a recent post from my long time friend and i felt like i was taken back to the good old times when everything was just a blur and vagueness of what really life was all about. Time when old folks would tell me about life but wouldn't get the whole picture of what it really was... i would nod and pretend to understand it all. It was a time of clean fun, school, projects, crushes and friends. It was the age of innocence and simple things.&lt;BR&gt;We're less oblivious now of the world around us. We've grown up, learned valuable lessons, able to think and ponder on what's important... but couldn't free our minds with worries. Sometimes i ask myself, why would children wish they were grown ups and grown ups would wish they were kids? Can we not have it all? Have the power to rule and decide like the grown ups and yet have the innocence of the young?&lt;BR&gt;Reality bites...&lt;BR&gt;... and fate forces us to be stronger and never face defeat. &lt;BR&gt;How much strength do i need? ...to face everyday's challenges.&lt;BR&gt;How many more games do we have to play? to pretend we're ok...&lt;BR&gt;How many more thoughts do we have to run in our minds?...until we can settle with one. &lt;BR&gt;How many more stars do we have to reach?... to be contented.&lt;BR&gt;How many more vacations do we have to take? ... to unwind and free our minds, only to be cluttered again afterwards.&lt;BR&gt;How many more questions do we have to answer?... to be satisfied.&lt;BR&gt;How many more roads do we have to take? ... until we find ourselves.&lt;BR&gt;How many more places do we have to go to?... 'til we rest and say, i'm done! &lt;BR&gt;I wish things were simpler..... I wish i have more choices other than 'choose from the existing choices or not to choose'&lt;BR&gt;Life's complexities - it's a GIFT OF TIME... &lt;BR&gt;i guess i just have to enjoy it. &lt;BR&gt;Today is a gift... &lt;BR&gt;keep the fight.... fight the battle!&lt;BR&gt;After all i'm still blessed to live the life i'm living right now...&lt;BR&gt;October 01, 2005&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-6442323250985375974?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/6442323250985375974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=6442323250985375974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/6442323250985375974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/6442323250985375974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-7239757404583718227</id><published>2007-11-21T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:10:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, i'm grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;When i moved to our Corporate Office almost a year ago, i told myself, now that i am no longer in our prorperty hotels and away from the daily marketing operation i can manage my time better. So, i decided to take a marketing course at the Knowlege Network - Chartered Institute of Marketing. With so much fervour i made sure i'd get into the course by September. I asked my company to support my education and after some deliberation i finally got it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was so excited!! It's been 10 years now since i graduated from the university. My boss told me that she a difficult time when she did her studies on the same course. Another colleague of mine told me the same. I thought, how can it be so hard? it's easy to understand besides we're already in the marketing world. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am not studious at all. I love learning but i hate reviewing for exams.. especially when i'm forced to memorize stuff. So, my challenge began..... they're right!! it's difficult!! Firstly because i have not been in school for 10 years (it's such a long time). Secondly, My studies is not my life anymore as how it used to be when i was in the university, so it's hard to change my schedules to accommodate study time. I miss my favourite tv shows, i stopped exercising (and gained more weight!!), i also find it hard to maintain our house and i miss those bonding times with my husband. Thirdly, with the evolution of technology our minds have become lazy.... we don't even memorize numbers because they're stored in our phones, we don't even try to remember appointments because our alarms will go off anyway to remind us.... Getting used to all these, i find it hard to retain stuff in my head. The things i memorize last Friday and Saturday are but a vague memory.... The effort to keep them in my head is doubled or perhaps even tripled. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I miss going out and see movies or be with my friends. I see their photos and how i wished i could also jin them when they go out. How i also wished i could go with Benet and her friends when they go out of town on weekends to do photo shoots.... ohh well.. i have so many things i want to do. I guess i have to just suck it up and finish my study then.. move on to the next one. One at a time....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yes, i'm grateful for this opportunity given. Yes, i'm thankful to God for giving this to me - i asked for it, now i am in it, so i will treaure it.... it's just good to get some disappointments out from my chest. ahh!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-7239757404583718227?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7239757404583718227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=7239757404583718227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7239757404583718227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7239757404583718227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-i-grateful.html' title='Yes, i&amp;#39;m grateful'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-8320443743019224801</id><published>2007-10-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:25:28.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"&gt;This is long overdue... i should have written this the very day this feeling came to me. Anyway, there's no better day than today so here it is.... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"&gt;Few days after my birthday, i found myself in the kitchen preparing lunch for a group of friends who couldn't make it for my birthday celebration for reasons only close friends would know. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"&gt;I love my friends’ company... and for one to have been able to celebrate with me was without the other is not complete. And so, I decided to prepare lunch to have the rest over to our house on Friday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"&gt;I went to the grocery as early as Wednesday to marinate the pork spare ribs. I marinated them in soy sauce with lemon and black pepper. Then on Friday morning at exactly 6.30 am I started preparing the rest – mashed potato, garden salad with Italian dressing, pasta with bolognaise sauce, fruit salad and black gulaman. Whilst doing all these, I found myself enjoying all the preparation and loving every minute of it! This is all new to me because as much as I love to eat I’m not very much fond of cooking so many recipes… one is enough hehehe…&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;But this time there were a lot of cutting, mashing, sautéing, frying etc… my friends let me discover part of me that I never thought would come out. Now, I think given the time, I can cook more frequently. I love the feeling of preparing something for people you love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"&gt;Thank God they all loved the spare ribs!!! &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Next time I’ll cook meat paella ;-)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-8320443743019224801?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8320443743019224801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=8320443743019224801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8320443743019224801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/8320443743019224801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends-and-cooking.html' title='Friends and cooking'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-2344528014470049470</id><published>2007-03-28T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:37:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full circle</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how life's fate can turn out to be. How old pain can come rushing back through in just one single drifted thought... and how youthful love can give out joyful glow back again. Old feeling has come in full circle and i wish i knew then what i know now.. but life can only be understood backwards and no matter how smart you think you are, there's no way of knowing exactly what the future holds. Yes, you can hope for the best and prepare for the worst but you can only do so much and in time you will still have to face whatever life offers in front of you. Ready or not, you get to take it on! Dwell, fight, think of best ways to move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny... very funny. It was painful, it really was. I was hopeful, hoped for something more. Had more, even more than i expected. It waned, yes i lost the feeling.... and yet gained it back again?. It's really funny. Life is full of surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-2344528014470049470?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2344528014470049470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=2344528014470049470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2344528014470049470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2344528014470049470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/03/full-circle.html' title='full circle'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-2075981056773956048</id><published>2007-03-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:24:33.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survivors'/><title type='text'>we're survivors - We're the Keeper of the Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/RefPa8P4LlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dETFFOBIAMk/s1600-h/ximorose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/RefPa8P4LlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dETFFOBIAMk/s200/ximorose.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037222769993461330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics from Survivors that very much describe us at this point in time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never know what brought me here,&lt;br /&gt;As if somebody led my hand,&lt;br /&gt;It seems I hardly had to steer,&lt;br /&gt;My course was planned.&lt;br /&gt;And destiny it guides us all,&lt;br /&gt;And by it’s hand we rise and fall,&lt;br /&gt;But only for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;Time enough to catch our breath again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and we’re just another piece of the puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;Just another part of the plan,&lt;br /&gt;How one life touches the other&lt;br /&gt;Is so hard to understand --&lt;br /&gt;Still we walk this road together,&lt;br /&gt;We try and go as far as we can,&lt;br /&gt;And we have waited for this moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the world began. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the times gone by,&lt;br /&gt;We wonder how it all began,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know and still we&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;And even though the seasons change,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons shall remain the same,&lt;br /&gt;It’s love that keeps us holding on&lt;br /&gt;Till we can see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand alone, a man of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Against the driving rain--&lt;br /&gt;And the night -- it’s got your number,&lt;br /&gt;And the wind -- it cries your name --&lt;br /&gt;And we search for clues, win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;In this we’re all the same --&lt;br /&gt;The hope still burns eternal,&lt;br /&gt;We’re the keeper of the flame--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-2075981056773956048?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2075981056773956048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=2075981056773956048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2075981056773956048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2075981056773956048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-survivors.html' title='we&apos;re survivors - We&apos;re the Keeper of the Flame'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/RefPa8P4LlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dETFFOBIAMk/s72-c/ximorose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-2720497675746909229</id><published>2007-03-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:10:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where home is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree0CMP4LjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A3icWVoZlAE/s1600-h/ximorosebench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree0CMP4LjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A3icWVoZlAE/s200/ximorosebench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037192657977749042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's back to where home is... is it for the meantime? is it for good? do we sail together? or travel towards individual dreams? I see a happy face and joyful soul this time. I see pride and sense of fulfillment in his eyes. I am happy for him... and i'm very happy to have him back here in Dubai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of not being together every day of our lives, with just frequent visit to Manila and 6 months stay here with me and back to Manila again to finish one of his life's projects.... he's finally home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a different feeling again. I wake up with a hot coffee waiting for me. I come home to a warm hug and sofa snuggle. Little things that matter to me and things that i have gotten used to and missed for quite some time but make a lot of difference in my everyday life are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these years, i've grown and learned many lessons... being alone made me a lot stronger... somehow, being away from each other had allowed us to fly on our own utilising what's available around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we're now back to where home is - 'us'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-2720497675746909229?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2720497675746909229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=2720497675746909229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2720497675746909229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2720497675746909229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-where-home-is.html' title='Back to where home is'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree0CMP4LjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A3icWVoZlAE/s72-c/ximorosebench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-6055023344242925118</id><published>2007-02-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:02:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling inlove with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree9ucP4LkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X7cyye6T4p4/s1600-h/myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree9ucP4LkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X7cyye6T4p4/s200/myself.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037203313791610434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i feel alone and every time i need someone to be there for me and couldn't count on anybody, i'm always left with no choice but to be alone with myself. That's how i started depending on myself alone... as i go through the journey of life, i realised that only myself can help me and no one else. I once expected for someeone to be there to cheer me up and give me the assurance of world's love but i didn't get it that time when i needed it the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tries to hurt me or put me down, i told myself i love 'me' and i shouldn't allow anybody to hurt me. I love myself and i'd do what i think will make me happy without harming anyone in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grow more mature and turned thirty, i'm loving it more and more! It's a new decade and this is the decade of 'liking' myself, not just loving myself. I never thought i'd feel like this about me. It's such a great feeling that i have fallen inlove with myself. I discovered that i am such a wonderful person in many aspects. I can live what i preach and if i can't live it, i don't preach it just because it's the right thing in the eyes of the 'judgmentals'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen inlove with myself and i love it! People might not understand me right now, but if they would just allow fate and circumstances shape their lives, they too, will discover that magic within and fall inlove with themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-6055023344242925118?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/6055023344242925118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=6055023344242925118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/6055023344242925118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/6055023344242925118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/02/falling-inlove.html' title='Falling inlove with myself'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xTjNLa1bge8/Ree9ucP4LkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X7cyye6T4p4/s72-c/myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-2978454163429783587</id><published>2007-01-11T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:58:03.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best marketing team of the year</title><content type='html'>it really does feel great to belong to the best team ;-) Tonight after the closing of the S&amp;M conference we have been awarded the best Marketing Team of the Year amongst more than 11 properties across the company. We're all very happy... what an achievement. We really are innovators and creative beings... hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-2978454163429783587?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2978454163429783587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=2978454163429783587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2978454163429783587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/2978454163429783587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-marketing-team-of-year.html' title='the best marketing team of the year'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-7947450245049649732</id><published>2006-12-23T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:10:23.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard about 'The Secret'?</title><content type='html'>'Law of Attractiion' - that's the basis of all the secret of success in this world. Attract positive thoughts and energy by using positive body language and words...  - this is a very good movie/DVD. Anyone who will watch it will say 'ahh.. now i know'... So, now i'm back to my old favourite saying - Whatever Rosemarie Wants, Rosemarie gets - apparentlty that's what Virgo-Dragon is anyway... Whatever Virgo-Dragon wants, Virgo-Dragon gets!!! here i am back to feeling great ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life indeed is beautiful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-7947450245049649732?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7947450245049649732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=7947450245049649732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7947450245049649732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/7947450245049649732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-you-heard-about-secret.html' title='Have you heard about &apos;The Secret&apos;?'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-115098065264260971</id><published>2006-06-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:47:41.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfolding of a Rosebud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.grownmencry.com/img/s/03_redrose_petals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.grownmencry.com/img/s/03_redrose_petals.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I journey through life it becomes clearer to me that my stay here on earth has a higher purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here on earth not only to live my life and maximize my own potential as an individual but also to  be able to help others maximise theirs… perhaps just like how other people shared their lives with me so I’d grow and eventually be the person that I am destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk the walk of life is not easy… situations can be tricky. Sometimes you think it’s good because it feels good but actually is not. Equally, sometimes you think it’s bad because you feel bad. Well, it’s non siquitur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I share my life’s journey, I also see the unfolding of a rose bud…. It’s but a slow process but I know that a full blown rose is one beautiful sight! So, here I am allowing fate and circumstances into my life… and as I respond to each situation and different circumstances, I see yet another petal unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are all destined to be somewhere wonderful and somebody great…. It’s just up to us if we’re courageous enough to walk the walk of life and power through to reach that destination prepared for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I am God’s work in progress and if i would just surrender my life to HIM, I would then become a realization of HIS dream – moulded according to HIS own image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped trying to control my circumstances and started allowing God to hold the steering wheel. In that way, I feel more secured and never burdened. As I learned to completely trust in HIM, my life has changed. I see life in a different light. I have opened more to love and shared more of myself.  And as I started sharing more of me, I became stronger. As I allowed love and reasoning dwell in me, I became more forgiving and found it a lot easier to move on and love more! More and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped trying to analyse the ‘ why’s ‘ and accepted that everything happened in the past for a greater purpose…. I know this for sure, because I am currently blissfully living in a situation that’s been a product of my past… sweet or bitter - they sure made a big difference in my life! The experiences and learning have taken me to another level... and what I see from where I am right now is nothing but life’s beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m opening more to life’s most priceless treasures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose is slowly unfolding….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-115098065264260971?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/115098065264260971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=115098065264260971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/115098065264260971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/115098065264260971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2006/06/unfolding-of-rosebud-as-i-journey.html' title='The Unfolding of a Rosebud'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-114398253319324443</id><published>2006-04-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:55:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our very first painting together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6314/524/1600/Painting%20by%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6314/524/400/Painting%20by%20us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best Fridays together! We woke up feeling very creative... searched for some images we can work on... and voila! we got this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retouched the image through computer graphics, he then sketched/did  the painting of the middle one. i sketched /paint d one on d left side, we worked on the canvas on the right side. How great is that!!!! God has put us together to bring out the best in each other and come up with great things together :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started working on the paintings around 1pm, finished at 8pm...we even forgot to eat.. no dinner.. we were so engrossed with the activity.. ohh! it was soo relaxing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take pride in this work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another petal from a rose with X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-114398253319324443?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/114398253319324443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=114398253319324443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/114398253319324443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/114398253319324443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-very-first-painting-together.html' title='our very first painting together'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-112699796399694413</id><published>2005-09-18T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:04:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift of time</title><content type='html'>.... has anybody ever realised what 'time' gives us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birth, growing up, lessons learned, life's discoveries, hopes, dreams, realization of dreams, having a goal, wanting to achieve that goal, pain of going through life's humps &amp; bumps, anxiety, frustration, fear of not having a dream or not being able to realize a dream, fear of being scared, fear of unseen disappointments, fear of being sad and weak or too strong that the energy exerted might frighten somebody, happiness and joy brought by life's pleasures, bliss, chance to love and be loved.....&lt;br /&gt;- these are gifts of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without 'time' there'll be nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'time' allows us to experience everything that we love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'time' allows us to have this life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 'time' can tell when it's our time to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time is what life is made of"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-112699796399694413?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/112699796399694413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=112699796399694413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/112699796399694413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/112699796399694413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2005/09/gift-of-time.html' title='the gift of time'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-112003978066540164</id><published>2005-06-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:13:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6314/524/1600/Boracay,%20Philippines2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6314/524/400/Boracay%2C%20Philippines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6314/524/1600/Boracay,%20Philippines1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy together .... summer time with my hubby at the famous Boracay Island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-112003978066540164?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/112003978066540164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=112003978066540164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/112003978066540164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/112003978066540164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2005/06/boracay-island.html' title='Boracay Island'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-110551025177933168</id><published>2005-01-12T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:35:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's me &amp; my hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img92.exs.cx/img92/1720/hubbyme4ma.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 28px" hspace="60" vspace="20" width="375" bgcolor="blue"&gt;picture of me &amp;amp; my hubby. Just after Brunch at Burj Al Arab. See the backdrop?.. that's The Jumeirah Beach Hotel. Isn't it beautiful?&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-110551025177933168?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/110551025177933168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=110551025177933168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/110551025177933168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/110551025177933168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-me-my-hubby.html' title='it&apos;s me &amp; my hubby'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109947466974541119</id><published>2004-11-03T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:45:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been up... been down.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whew! if i can only express the way i feel in words that could create a movie or actions or emotions..... but since i've been feeling down, up, down, up... and now i am here again in this situation where everything at work is just ok.. can't complain.... (can't complain 'coz i'm already tired of complaining hehehe!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;actually i don't know what i'm talking about right now... don't know what i actually feel&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109947466974541119?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109947466974541119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109947466974541119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109947466974541119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109947466974541119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/11/been-up-been-down.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;been up... been down.... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109548997450223437</id><published>2004-09-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:51:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d days when all we care about was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;click on the title to see BSHRM site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! seems like it was just yesterday.... d days when all we care about was what to wear to a movie or what to wear on a date and where to go on weekends... d days when we don't even think about having to save money for the future. d days when we all know we can get through the exam days by cramming and without planning much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109548997450223437?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/bshrm97/' title='d days when all we care about was....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109548997450223437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109548997450223437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109548997450223437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109548997450223437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/09/d-days-when-all-we-care-about-was.html' title='d days when all we care about was....'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109522860420018888</id><published>2004-09-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T18:55:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the Cyprus stuff..t'wasfun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img46.exs.cx/img46/1128/Cyprus.jpg" with="500" Height="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee hspace="60" vspace="20" width="250" bgcolor="blue"&gt;the cheapest holiday ever!!!!! But very relaxing!!!! We all had a great time!!Loads of amazing stuff..some kinky ones too!!Thanks to ate Betty. Beth and other new friends!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109522860420018888?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109522860420018888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109522860420018888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109522860420018888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109522860420018888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-cyprus-stufftwasfun.html' title='just the Cyprus stuff..t&apos;wasfun!'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109514066987360038</id><published>2004-09-14T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:36:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be ..... </title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="400" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img24.exs.cx/img24/7462/gavel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be…  ‘a lawyer’ - this decision bothers me every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I live my life right now, but sometimes I can’t help thinking about things that ‘could have been’ and other stuff that ‘I could have done’. Well, living comfortably was what I was searching for. I had enough of the traffic jams, floods, snatchers and other crazy things that happen around in Manila. Here, I could walk with my favorite jewels on without having to worry about anything. Go for a morning cup of coffee and scones with cream! Hmmm!... that’s just around the corner, I don’t have to drive too far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what my friend (Joy Carandang – also a former law school classmate) “Life is short, why make it harder?” hmm.. I guess she has a point. If convenience is what I’m looking for, why subject myself to all these hard works and late night studies/researches, when I could live the kind of life that I have always imagined – that is – to go to work, come home to my loving husband, go for a swim at the pool or just watch TV. No researches!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what I do at work… working on graphics, write ups, newsletters, advertisements and other stuff that involve creativity. But as what I have mentioned in the beginning of this page, sometimes it bothers me. Deep down inside I wanted to be a lawyer. I’m not sure if it’s the effect of my growing up where I was surrounded with aunts, uncles and great uncles who are all members of the judiciary and indeed honest lawyers whom I always look up to. Perhaps yes, or perhaps it’s really in me.. in my blood. … don’t know….. One thing I’m sure of – the living condition in Manila (i.e. traffic jams, floods and safety) have affected my decision to flee and stay here in Dubai. Well, I guess some things just need to be given up....the point is that i'm happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109514066987360038?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109514066987360038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109514066987360038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109514066987360038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109514066987360038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be ..... '/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109430581515845416</id><published>2004-09-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:01:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="90" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img38.exs.cx/img38/3264/HL.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this is a part of me now (among other things that i do for what my position entails)...'Highlights'. It's kinda nice feeling to be so much a part of something so great! To be organising a daily newsletter for the in-house guests, yet so frustrating when the facilities are not working in favour of me. Like when the printer breaks down. When the net is very slow, when the toners are not available and when the connection to the printers are not working... whew! what a pain! Since it needs to be done daily, i have to come up with different solutions when this kind of stuff happens... that's when i coined this phrase - I'm here to make things possible!... ( offical trouble shooter hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109430581515845416?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109430581515845416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109430581515845416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109430581515845416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109430581515845416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/09/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109403470728917591</id><published>2004-09-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:44:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSSS - means very sweet &amp; special sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img43.exs.cx/img43/5084/GradRachel1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom and my vsss! My mom - a pretty woman in her early forties, i could say is a very strong woman. Having me and my other 2 siblings before she could reach 30 is not a joke. She got married and had me when she was 16.. soo inlove with my father! Then they had 2 more children - my brother Jan-James and Rachel Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ann - whom i call vsss (very sweet &amp;amp; special sister). This is our term of endearment.. nice huh? hmmm... She actualy came up with it. Very creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109403470728917591?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109403470728917591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109403470728917591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109403470728917591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109403470728917591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/09/vsss-means-very-sweet-special-sister.html' title='VSSS - means very sweet &amp; special sister'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109393771709858027</id><published>2004-08-31T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:14:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img64.exs.cx/img64/1981/Friday3.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Friday lunch with 2 two fascinating women i have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ever met. The girl in blue shirt could be one of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;strongest woman i have encountered. The girl in a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;white jacket is one jolly fellow who brings out the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;girlie stuff in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109393771709858027?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109393771709858027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109393771709858027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109393771709858027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109393771709858027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-lunch.html' title='Friday Lunch'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109341100332279552</id><published>2004-08-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T18:44:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging around</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee hspace="20" vspace="20" width="250" bgcolor="red"&gt;HELLO PEEPZ!... just blogging... taking d time to relax...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmmm... what should i write today? worked late last night, still at home, blogging! hehehe! will b meeting other peepz from corp. offc n d afternoon. oh! ah! i 4got... did an interview with d Italian chef yesterday along w/ d feature writer of Gulf Today. whew! fascinating! very soon i'll b writing something about this experience.done quite a lot of informal interviews with chefs for our in-house newsletter and i feel d passion in them. they're really inlove w/ their work - their art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109341100332279552?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109341100332279552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109341100332279552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" height="250" Width="100"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This poem goes&lt;br /&gt;to a gorgeous lass&lt;br /&gt;Who’s really funny&lt;br /&gt;when she gives out gas&lt;br /&gt;Too often than not&lt;br /&gt;she belches out&lt;br /&gt;She’s one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;- without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she comes&lt;br /&gt;wearing a smile&lt;br /&gt;Owing to the night&lt;br /&gt;that was worth her while.&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;with a morning frown&lt;br /&gt;I guess because&lt;br /&gt;she was never out to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts&lt;br /&gt;her work for the day ….&lt;br /&gt;Better be quiet&lt;br /&gt;or out her way&lt;br /&gt;She could be an angel&lt;br /&gt;she could be otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a real person,&lt;br /&gt;witty and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much to like&lt;br /&gt;about her –&lt;br /&gt;Her singing, humming&lt;br /&gt;`and swearing like no other.&lt;br /&gt;In the office&lt;br /&gt;we could have hours of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Because of her and her phrase&lt;br /&gt;‘What the fuck is this’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go my partner&lt;br /&gt;and friend….&lt;br /&gt;Hope you’re okay with this,&lt;br /&gt;my life you won’t end.&lt;br /&gt;You are liked and loved&lt;br /&gt;the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;Stay that way – lively &amp;amp; bright&lt;br /&gt;like a shining star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;... a petal from a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109336746924403245?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109328959477704833</id><published>2004-08-24T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T14:34:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the missing piece of the puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="300" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img16.exs.cx/img16/8009/phshoot6.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;marqueedirection="left" behavior="scroll"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;loving every moment ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought that someone could love me this much.... never thought that i could love and give so much of myself to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through tough times of that 'getting to know each other' stage,  sometimes we realize that no matter how loving, thoughtful, intelligent &amp; fun that person can be, still he's not the one. then, when you u finally found that special someone, it's bliss! it's like finding that last missing piece of the puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109328959477704833?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109328959477704833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109328959477704833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109328959477704833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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poems!'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109320460149606336</id><published>2004-08-23T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:31:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Magazine</title><content type='html'>the bliss is contagious.... click on the link to see our very own wedding magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109320460149606336?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://geocities.com/rltramos/wedmag.html' title='The Wedding Magazine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109320460149606336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109320460149606336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109320460149606336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109320460149606336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/2004/08/wedding-magazine.html' title='The Wedding Magazine'/><author><name>ximorose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779101843058201342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGWkRnzbO3k/TktiYYO8fJI/AAAAAAAAADk/9D3bjtTHNds/s220/Paris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028551.post-109320289545282059</id><published>2004-08-23T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:25:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for my Partner in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this poem was especially created for my one &amp;amp; only partner in life who has given me all the love in this world - Jeffrey Ximo Ramos...the man who showed me what real love is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything I have, you’ve got for me.&lt;br /&gt;The bliss, the truth that you made me see.&lt;br /&gt;The love you give - the same you keep&lt;br /&gt;Makes me alive, my heart upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world you coloured, enchants me well.&lt;br /&gt;For I see the rainbow and there I dwell.&lt;br /&gt;My life when you entered is made complete,&lt;br /&gt;Full of joy, contentment replete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man you are is a man of word&lt;br /&gt;Every promise fulfilled, I thank the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;The way you care, the most I adore&lt;br /&gt;The reason for going on, to have this amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are blessed ever since you came&lt;br /&gt;I seriously journeyed and played no game&lt;br /&gt;You helped me get through life’s burden&lt;br /&gt;Offered a paradise, a Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself so proud for I am with you&lt;br /&gt;The kind who’ll make me happy, never blue.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling for you never will I doubt,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz you are the person I cannot live without! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...a petal from a rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028551-109320289545282059?l=ximorose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/rltramos/Partner.jpg' title='A Poem for my Partner in Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximorose.blogspot.com/feeds/109320289545282059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028551&amp;postID=109320289545282059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109320289545282059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028551/posts/default/109320289545282059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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