<?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-4069749911931880449</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:04:29.378-08:00</updated><category term='summer'/><title type='text'>Nobody knows where we might end up..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-7416099305844323350</id><published>2009-08-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:03:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a young mom. Yayy! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh God, no, I’m not pregnant. It’s just that I have babies already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not literally babies, silly. Just those things that I can call my “babies”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, my babies’ names are somehow inspired by the TV series that I watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like One Tree Hill. Well, I like the show, I don’t love it. But there are some characters and couples there that I really love. Like Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott. God, I love seeing them together! But that’s it. That’s just it. Just all about Brooke and Lucas. Well, all about Brooke I daresay. Enough about One Tree Hill, let’s talk about my favorite and the BESTEST show in whole universe! Grey’s Anatomy! *Applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every time I watch any of its episodes, I feel loads of emotions. In fact, I always cry. Well, naturally I’m not a cry baby but this show melts my heart. Awww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also the show makes me feel in love and inspired with all the romantic scenes. REALLY! Especially the Dark and Twisty Meredith Grey and my real life McDreamy, Derek Shepherd. ♥ I soo love them together! And I like Addison too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ANYWAYS! BACK TO THE REAL TOPIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ll show my babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 420px; height: 210px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/CHIZZIE-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;CHINNY ROSE ANTONIO + IZZIE STEVENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here’s Chizzie. This was given to me during my 18th Birthday. It’s from Chinny, one of my HS friends. And I name here CHIZZIE. Chi came from Chinny. And Zzie came from Izzie Stevens of Grey’s Anatomy played by Katherine Heigl. Izzie of Grey’s Anatomy is one of my favorite characters in the show. Just so you know. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 424px; height: 212px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/BROOKE-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 426px; height: 212px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/LUCAS-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BROOKE DAVIS AND LUCAS SCOTT of ONE TREE HILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I really like Brooke. She’s somewhat the Bitchy type but in a good way. And Lucas is sort of the good boy and/or son. I can’t explain it. I just like seeing them together. They really have GOOD CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brooke was given to me by my long lost Godmother. I haven’t seen her since birth and until now. And she just sent this via courier. While Lucas was given to me by Komiko, one of my HS friends, during my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look really good together. I mean, my baby Brooke and Baby Lucas. And like the casts of One Tree Hill, they have good chemistry. They blend very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 438px; height: 219px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/McDREAMY-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 439px; height: 218px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/GELLIDITH-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; width: 438px; height: 219px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll113/dyeleepong/McVET-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;McDreamy   ♥ GELLI + MERIDITH GREY   ♥McVet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You’re gonna hate me for this but I’m Gellidith. LOL. Yeah yeah, I mixed my name GELLI with the lead actress of Grey’s Anatomy, Meredith Grey. I mean, why not? *laughs* Gellidith was actually my brother’s stuffed animal. But I persuaded him to give it to me. And obviously, I succeeded! He used Gellidith when he joined and performed a story telling about a rabbit and turtle.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, in real life, my closest friends and family call me Pong. Because I’m like Pong Pagong (Pagong- Filipino word of Turtle). And so it fits! I’m Gellidith, I’m a turtle. And I have McDreamy and McVet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDreamy was given to me last Chirstmas 2008 by one of my best friends, Jezelle. She gave that to me in exchange for a yellow teddy bear. McVet was given to me during my 18th birthday also by my so-called daughter during HS, Reena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDreamy is Derek Shepherd, played by Patrick Dempsey. And McVet is Finn. The vet of Meredith and Derek’s dog. And he’s kinda cute. And in Grey’s Anatomy, both McDreamy and McVet are into Meredith. Great isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, I know I got you confused with all those names. But I just wanna share to the world my babies! And how I got their names and who gave them to me. If you’re confused, just watch the show or be a friend of mine. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have 2 more favorite shows but I can’t seem to find any character that suits my stuffed animals. Not just yet. But I wanna have a baby named Addison and Pete of Private Practice, or the ladies of Desperate Housewives. That would be so great. Can’t wait for that moment! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS: I wanna tell you their favorite lines but, they’re all tired already. Maybe next time. And it’s kinda late, like 12:38 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-7416099305844323350?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/7416099305844323350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-young-mom-yayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/7416099305844323350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/7416099305844323350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-young-mom-yayy.html' title='I&apos;m a young mom. Yayy! :)'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-4356081510518484488</id><published>2009-07-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:32:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass around the Talking Stick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CABADFA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Georgia; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Garamond; 	panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It has been a very long week. And what happened this week, they are part of the few moments that I will never ever forget. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;It started last Sunday, it was my debut. I was happy and became sad right after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; it. Remember I told you that my Aunt died after my party? Still, I can’t get over with the situation. And the Saturday after that, it was my cousin’s wedding! It was a complete disaster? No kidding. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Okay, just brief explanations. We planned my debut and the wedding months ago. We didn’t know my Aunt’s gonna die within the week. And really, we are devastated. Also, the wedding, that’s not this, is all about. I’m just saying that it was a disaster and I have no intentions to elaborate more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So, long week isn’t it? Anyway, have you heard anything about Talk Stick or Talking Stick? No? Well, take a look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sm3Vc5a09dI/AAAAAAAAABw/yB3m3QA9Wbw/s1600-h/Talking-Stick.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sm3Vc5a09dI/AAAAAAAAABw/yB3m3QA9Wbw/s320/Talking-Stick.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363177423694525906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;My father went home one night and he’s carrying this Talking Stick. He said it was from the seminar he attended about leadership. So I thought it was only another figurine for the house, as I haven’t heard anything about a talking stick. I opened it and read the paper inside the box:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;The Power of True Understanding&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;The Talking Stick is very symbolic in many Native American cultures, and has played am integral part in their government for centuries. It is one of the most powerful communication tools because while it is tangible a physical, it embodies a concept that is truly synergistic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.5in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know it sounds very serious. But look at the picture and see the instructions. You see? When I first saw the instructions I was like, “Great! I can use this with times like this.” Anyway, the first thing that came to my mind is that, this Talking Stick is a perfect tool that can be used for open forums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I said that I had a long week right? I had a lot of things on my mind right now. And if thoughts were clouds, really I am experiencing hurricane as of the moment. Seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I thought or I’ve been picturing on my head that I’m in an open forum with my friends. I just want to share everything on my head. And I don’t want INTERRUPTIONS. I just wanna talk and for them to listen. Kinda selfish? I know right! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I’m just picturing that scene. I’m not really sure if I want it to happen. I mean, I’m not sure what I’m willing to share. Okay now I’m gonna stop talking, like passing the Taking Stick to another person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Ciao! :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;They say, practice makes perfect, theory is the more you think like a surgeon the more you become one. The better you get at remaining neutral, clinical, cut suture close, the harder it becomes to turn it off, to stop thinking like a surgeon, and remember what it means to think like a human being.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-4356081510518484488?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/4356081510518484488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/pass-around-talking-stick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/4356081510518484488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/4356081510518484488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/pass-around-talking-stick.html' title='Pass around the Talking Stick!'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sm3Vc5a09dI/AAAAAAAAABw/yB3m3QA9Wbw/s72-c/Talking-Stick.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-2147092718016894550</id><published>2009-07-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:45:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo freakin' happy! :))&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like 50% HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I celebrated my 18th birthday last July 19, 2009. Well, my actual birthday is during the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alread 18! Honestly, I'm not thrilled or whatever. In fact, I dont wanna grow old.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, that's how life goes. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened, I dont know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, uhmm, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July15, a LOT of people greeted me. Family, friends, best friends, closest friends and even people I dont know. I'm soo overwhelmed with all their greetings. BUT, at the end of the day, I realized, SOMEONE IMPORTANT forgot (I dont know if it's on purpose or not) to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sighed. What else can I do right?&lt;br /&gt;Really, I've waited for that SOMEONE to greet me. I mean, I expected that person to greet me. I thought I'm still some kind of special, you know. After all, I should be special. Well, I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo uhh, okay, lesson learned. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT EXPECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3 days have passed and it's my debut day! Yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;Excited much?? Not really.. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ive exerted a lot of effort for my debut, and I think Ive just gone tired because of it. But I'm excited to see the people I love all together in one place.&lt;br /&gt;So debut time, lots of GREETINGS again. Lots of picture takings! Lots of wishes! Lots of gifts! Awesome! The party went really well. I'm satisfied how it turned out. And I can say that I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I'm soo excited to open my gifts. I completely forgot that I haven't eaten for the entire night! Well, it doesn't matter as of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;New gifts, new things, new babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or two, I received a call from my Aunt saying that my other Aunt passed away. And I was like, Oh my God! I'm so shocked that  I cried almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am cursed or a bad luck. Or my birthday is the bad luck. Most deaths in our family, happened mostly in July. Well, I'm not the only one in our family whose birthday is July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel guilty and sad. I mean, we are having fun, I am having fun. Partying. Not knowing that my Aunt suffering and coding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried. What else can I do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-2147092718016894550?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/2147092718016894550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/2147092718016894550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/2147092718016894550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me ?'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-6746432680996286907</id><published>2009-07-13T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:47:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COL calls for Red Alert</title><content type='html'>June 16, 2009 Tuesday, Council of Leaders at Miriam College started to fight against injustice. They used red ribbons as a medium to let the whole Miriam College know about their act against ADSA (Associate Dean for Student Affairs). As it was stated by some COL members, students of Miriam College had been very unhappy with the rules and regulations that ADSA have been imposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knollers were asked to wear red ribbons or just anything red if they support the COL’s new campaign against the said administration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This ribbon is not a fight against neither cancer nor con ass. This ribbon represents the unhappiness of students with ADSA and their recent decisions.” &lt;br /&gt;Said one of the COLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some professors agreed with this act and they’re planning to support the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very big step for MC students, from being a robot controlled by the ADSA and hopefully to a white and free dove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-6746432680996286907?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/6746432680996286907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/col-calls-for-red-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/6746432680996286907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/6746432680996286907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/07/col-calls-for-red-alert.html' title='COL calls for Red Alert'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-9058359307319134564</id><published>2009-06-30T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:57:47.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George, come back please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: MAJOR SPOILER. If you haven’t watched Grey’s Anatomy Season 5 Episode 23-24, STOP READING. And DO NOT WATCH the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: Dr. Bailey, I need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Bailey: Not now O'Malley.&lt;br /&gt;George: No, it'll be quick 'cause I gotta get to the OR to scrub in with the Chief. I think you're gonna be mad at first, but I'm about to do something important. And, I'm very sure about this decision. And, I think eventually you're gonna be proud. But you know, before that you're probably gonna be like "What did you do!" I'm... I don't mean to imitate you.&lt;br /&gt;Bailey: You call that quick?&lt;br /&gt;George: I joined the Army to be a trauma surgeon, I report for duty tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bailey: YOU DID WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;George: Yeah, that’s where I thought we'd start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjHB2l3nXyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjHB2l3nXyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George O’malley is a very noble person. He is very kind, a good friend, and a real surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey’s Anatomy without George would be soooo different.&lt;br /&gt;He’s 007.&lt;br /&gt;He’s Bambi.&lt;br /&gt;He’s Georgie.&lt;br /&gt;He’s someone else’s McDreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want George to go. I fell in love with his character.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, HE IS GEORGE!&lt;br /&gt;I want him back..&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that his character had been fading lately this season. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t make a new issue or angle about him.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m just saying this because I don’t want him to go.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I will miss George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR Knight, please don’t leave the show. Please.&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pathetic? Yeah, I know. I just don’t want anyone dying or leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~Meredith Grey of Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-9058359307319134564?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/9058359307319134564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/george-come-back-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/9058359307319134564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/9058359307319134564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/george-come-back-please.html' title='George, come back please?'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-4246934308979845838</id><published>2009-06-22T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:01:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Hypochondriac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPOCHONDRIA &lt;/span&gt;(Plural of hypochondrium)&lt;br /&gt;A psychological disorder characterized by a persistent feeling that one is ill;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPOCHONDRIAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A patient with imaginary symptoms and ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPOCHONDRIASIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes referred to as health phobia;&lt;br /&gt;Refers to an excessive preoccupation or worry about having a serious illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFLUENZA A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contagious infectious disease attributed to a filterable virus and causing fever, headache, pain in the back and limbs, and an inflammation of the respiratory tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREAKING HEALTH CONSCIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, but I really can't blame myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah1n1 is everywhere. Not just inside the body of those who are infected, but also in the news (newspapers, tv, radio,) all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's so popular that everyone in this world talk about it for like, 20 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, who cares about other things if we're facing a serious illness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that question, my question, it doesn't exist in my school. If the whole world is asking the same question as mine, my school just said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who cares about Ah1n1? That's just virus. There's no need to suspend classes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They didn't tell those exact words, but that's how I look at what they're doing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of schools have been suspending classes from time to time because of the Ah1n1 outbreak here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;They think it was the best for their students and staff. Seriously! Isn't that the BEST?&lt;br /&gt;But what do we call to the action of not suspending classes? Well, that's just stupid. Stupidity. Whatever! Oh God, I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, that's called being reckless.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I entered the best all girls school ever, I guess I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BEST ALL GIRLS SCHOOL NEAR MY HOUSE. Take note)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying these things just to make my school look bad. No. GOD no. I wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;It already looks bad and doesn't need any of my help. Kidding. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have to speak of what I think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents have been working very hard just to pay for our tuition fees. Because they thought&lt;br /&gt;that our school can provide the best, not just the quality of education also for equipment and facilities.&lt;br /&gt;Local schools in the country have THERMAL scanner, and their tuition fee range is around 20k.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT US?! How much is our tuition fee again?&lt;br /&gt;I guess we just have to touch ourselves and see if we have fever before entering the school.&lt;br /&gt;Or we could ask the Lady Guard to do it just to be sure. Or so we can SAY that they're monitoring the students who have flu-like symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging! I don't know to whom. But I'm really really begging.&lt;br /&gt;Please take this illness seriously!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, SERIOUSLY! Do you know who are those under quarantine or and those who are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ask this to Lady Guard; Entrance and Exit then tell me their answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not expose us, students, teenagers to the virus.&lt;br /&gt;This is a matter of life and death. I'm not exaggerating. Because every case of this illness is UNLIKE the others.&lt;br /&gt;Do not destroy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Ellen Pompeo as Dr. Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our school crossed the line. So what do we do from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*This is my opinion. I hope I didn't touch any nerve of yours. I just think this is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Well, most of the time I don't just think, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-4246934308979845838?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/4246934308979845838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-hypochondriac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/4246934308979845838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/4246934308979845838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-hypochondriac.html' title='I am Hypochondriac'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069749911931880449.post-6383959604301346959</id><published>2009-06-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:56:32.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>DVD over summer vacation</title><content type='html'>God, I miss summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna go to school. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'll miss watching DVDs. (Coz I used to watch DVDs everynight during the summer vacation)&lt;br /&gt;I've finished with Grey's Anatomy(THE BEST SHOW EVER) Season 1-5, Private Practice 1-2, America's Next Top Model Cycle 10-11,&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill Season 1-4,and Desperate Housewives 1-5.&lt;br /&gt;What a productive summer right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school doesn't stop and it will never stop me from watching DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too addicted to it that I can't stand a week without watching.&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm horrible, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my eyes are. I think, it's the result of too much watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know during the summer vacation, what I did was;&lt;br /&gt;Wake-up, Eat, Watch, Sleep(A little). And on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of lifestyle, made my body or my health disastrous. My lungs and immune system are weaker due to the late night sleeping, my bones are brittle coz I'm too lazy to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink milk. I got muscle pain due to one-position-while-watching-over-the-whole-summer-vaction incident. God, I thought I have bile problems or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too worried and consulted a doctor. And she said, that I have to stop that kind of lifestyle. I have to exercise, drink vitamins, eat healthy foods, and engage myself into&lt;br /&gt;activities that'll make my mind think of something. She also said that I have anxiety disorder, which I know in my heart is perfectly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed. For a day. And then back on the track.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! I'm so stupid. But I'm awake now from my insanity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes Swine Flu. And that, I have to worry until it clears out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victories. Admiring the struggle it takes to simply be human. Maybe, we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;~Ellen Pompeo as Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm trying to convince my self of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069749911931880449-6383959604301346959?l=gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/feeds/6383959604301346959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/dvd-over-summer-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/6383959604301346959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069749911931880449/posts/default/6383959604301346959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnopeeleyd.blogspot.com/2009/06/dvd-over-summer-vacation.html' title='DVD over summer vacation'/><author><name>dyeleepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923586998023467507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YipAe6YvCks/Sj5C6m7DkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35igucAWMvs/S220/DSCN5550.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
