<?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-307944968277268173</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:44.536-07:00</updated><category term='paulo coelho'/><category term='volunteer'/><category term='portobello'/><category term='olsh'/><category term='matangtubig'/><category term='paulo coelho&apos;s quotes'/><category term='idlip'/><category term='imago'/><category term='witch'/><title type='text'>as seen and heard...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-4944920504948650591</id><published>2011-04-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:44:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LE4FkYWBv2k/TZy9BeXEQGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yWhHk4XlvUY/s1600/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592552670314643554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LE4FkYWBv2k/TZy9BeXEQGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yWhHk4XlvUY/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What better way to end your dragging day with an impulsive late night or should I say early morning treat from your cousins at starbucks! At the last minute beofre hitting our bed we got into the ocassional midnight snack call, we're supposed to call pizza hut until my older cousin who has a flight early morning offered to buy us coffee ^_^ Well, it's hot choco for me since I've kissed coffee goodbye for more than two months now(yes, sad but true-per doc's advice).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRpCYERpJGM/TZzAOCrN4BI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lj0HgO9PayA/s1600/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592556184756150290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRpCYERpJGM/TZzAOCrN4BI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lj0HgO9PayA/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My injured left foot comfortably resting at Starbucks, MOA while I'm sipping the signature hot choco! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; My sister did the wrap it's not nicely done because she is also sick. She got colds and headache and yet we're still game to hit Starbucks even if its super late. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-4944920504948650591?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4944920504948650591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/starbucks-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/4944920504948650591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/4944920504948650591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/starbucks-treat.html' title='starbucks treat!'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LE4FkYWBv2k/TZy9BeXEQGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yWhHk4XlvUY/s72-c/IMG_3866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-1100274997666044147</id><published>2011-04-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:52:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Not Now, When?</title><content type='html'>Incubus one of my fave band released their first single online today on their upcoming album "IF NOT NOW, WHEN?" (reminds me so much of The Smiths' "How Soon is Now?" song) Listen to their song here:&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/incubus/adolescents"&gt;http://soundcloud.com/incubus/adolescents&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inspired by their album title I figured today would be the best day to start writing again while nursing a sprained swollen left ankle(yep, my clumsiness always gets the best out of me!) Back to the song "Adolescents", the lyrics has once again struck me as I'm going through some changes... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling out of bounds, out of bounds&lt;br&gt; I'm running out of time, out of time &lt;br&gt;I know there's no such thing as either of them &lt;br&gt;But its doesn't make me feel any better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just like the song I'm really feeling out of bounds and running out of time... but I have to make that call and hope against all odds it'll work out for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-1100274997666044147?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1100274997666044147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-not-now-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/1100274997666044147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/1100274997666044147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-not-now-when.html' title='If Not Now, When?'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-2740778685838640595</id><published>2011-04-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:08:01.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the saga continues...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been more than two years since my last post! so what happened? a lot actually...and i'm going to take time to share and post it here. Before the semester ends I've been thinking of creating a new account knowing I'll have more time to post now or let's just say I'll be more dedicated and updated this time :) So instead of creating a new one, I find myself asking why not continue what I've started before that was borne out of boredom and nothingness? Besides there wasn't really much posted in here so I figure I just give it a little tweak and continue...like all life forms would-continue and move on. So cheers to my upcoming post and all bloggers out there who inspires me to blog religiously from now on :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-2740778685838640595?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2740778685838640595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/saga-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/2740778685838640595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/2740778685838640595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2011/04/saga-continues.html' title='the saga continues...'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-2922705123752543667</id><published>2008-10-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:29:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahh..i love to read. if i have all the time in the world and i could spend it in reading alone i thought that would be great. however, my eyes get easily strain and i usually fall asleep esp. when i get to the boring part. i would love to read all the books written by my favorite authors and anything that catches my interest. maybe i should write a checklist so i can prioritize one from the other. i hope i could find someone also who's interest in books is the same as mine so he could read to me when i'm too tired to do so. i think that would be lovely if someone could read to me. sweet even. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-2922705123752543667?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2922705123752543667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/2922705123752543667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/2922705123752543667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-reading.html' title='on reading...'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-8209584625762231105</id><published>2008-10-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:41:28.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idlip'/><title type='text'>idlip</title><content type='html'>"Neither away nor asleep&lt;br /&gt;Dwell somewhere in between &lt;br /&gt;Neither someone or something &lt;br /&gt;Be it life alone &lt;br /&gt;I walk it like a park &lt;br /&gt;Half real, half fancy" &lt;br /&gt;-Imago's Idlip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-8209584625762231105?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8209584625762231105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/idlip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8209584625762231105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8209584625762231105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/idlip.html' title='idlip'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-5406089185939583156</id><published>2008-10-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:40:20.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some songs that will make you cry or smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some will make you forget or remember...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some will make you fall in or out of love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some will make you feel good or bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some will help you understand or complicate things,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some are really just worth playing time and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-5406089185939583156?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5406089185939583156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/5406089185939583156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/5406089185939583156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-songs.html' title='some songs...'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-4309720246754450043</id><published>2008-10-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:51:43.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portobello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coelho&apos;s quotes'/><title type='text'>quotable quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been busy lately managing my expenses and getting through last week. But as promise I’ll keep posting whatever and whenever I can. So here’s some quotable quotes from Paulo Coelho’s The Witch of Portobello. I’ve read the book last June. It’s actually the fourth book of Paulo Coelho that I’ve read. I just can’t get enough of Paulo’s books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SP0-W6PBhYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kKLS_dngNNM/s1600-h/witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259428503148922242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SP0-W6PBhYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kKLS_dngNNM/s320/witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are what you believe yourself to be.'Don't be like those people who believe in “positive thinking” and tell themselvesthat they're loved and strong and capable. You don't need to do that, because youknow it already. And when you doubt it which happens, I think, quite often at thisstage of evolution – do as I suggested. Instead of trying to prove that you're betterthan you think, just laugh. Laugh at your worries and insecurities. View youranxieties with humour. It will be difficult at first, but you'll gradually get used to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"What do you want? You can't want to be happy, because that's too easy and tooboring. You can't want only to love, because that's impossible. What do you want?You want to justify your life, to live it as intensely as possible. That is at once atrap and a source of ecstasy. Try to be alert to that danger, and experience the joyand the adventure of being that woman who is beyond the image reflected in themirror."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The light is unstable, the wind blows it out, the lightning ignites it, it is never simply there, shining like the sun, but it is worth fighting for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;“I dance whenever I can, but music only exists because the pauses exist, and sentences only exist because the blank spaces exist. When I'm doing something, I feel complete, but no one can keep active twenty-four hours a day. As soon as I stop, I feel there's something lacking. You've often said to me that I'm a naturally restless person, but I didn't choose to be that way. I'd like to sit here quietly, watching television, but I can't. My brain won't stop. Sometimes, I think I'm going mad. I need always to be dancing, writing, selling land, taking care of Viorel, or reading whatever I find to read. Do you think that's normal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can see the storm approaching. Like all storms, it brings destruction, but, at the same time, it soaks the fields, and the wisdom of the heavens falls with the rain. Like all storms, it will pass. The more violent it is, the more quickly it will pass. I have, thank God, learned to weather storms.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is at once so simple and so complicated! It's simple because all it takes is a change of attitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On&lt;br /&gt;the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking&lt;br /&gt;ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy and agony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we step out of our normal world and leave behind us all&lt;br /&gt;the usual barriers and prejudices, we tend to become more adventurous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The best way to discover interesting places is to get lost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Try to fill your life again with a little fantasy; above our heads is a sky about&lt;br /&gt;which the whole of humanity – after thousands of years spent observing it – has&lt;br /&gt;given various apparently reasonable explanations. Forget everything you've ever&lt;br /&gt;learned about the stars and they'll once more be transformed into angels, or into&lt;br /&gt;children, or into whatever you want to believe at that moment. It won't make you&lt;br /&gt;more stupid – after all, it's only a game – but it could enrich your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;'Try to feel good about yourself even when you feel like the least worthy of&lt;br /&gt;creatures. Reject all those negative thoughts and let the Mother take possession of&lt;br /&gt;your body and soul; surrender yourself to dance or to silence or to ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;everyday activities – like taking your son to school, preparing supper, making sure&lt;br /&gt;the house is tidy. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything is worship if your mind is focused on the present moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to convince anyone of anything. When you don't know something, ask&lt;br /&gt;or go away and find out. But when you do act, be like the silent, flowing river and&lt;br /&gt;open yourself to a greater energy. Believe – simply believe that you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be clear. 'Re-programme yourself every minute of each day with thoughts that make you&lt;br /&gt;grow. When you're feeling irritated or confused, try to laugh at yourself. Laugh out&lt;br /&gt;loud at this woman tormented by doubts and anxieties, convinced that her&lt;br /&gt;problems are the most important thing in the world. Laugh at the sheer absurdity&lt;br /&gt;of the situation, at the fact that despite being a manifestation of the Mother, you&lt;br /&gt;still believe God is a man who lays down the rules. Most of our problems stem&lt;br /&gt;from just that – from following rules. 'Concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I love it when a man opens the door for me. According to etiquette this means: “She needs me to do this because she's fragile”, but in my soul is written: “I'm being treated like a goddess. I'm a queen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is learning just putting things on a shelf or is it discarding whatever is no longer useful and then continuing on your way feeling lighter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what life is like for people like you and me. We're constantly destroying and&lt;br /&gt;rebuilding ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you need to know is, are you in a position to give him the love he needs. And whatever happens or doesn't happen will be equally gratifying. Knowing that you are capable of love is enough. If it isn't him, it will be someone else. You've discovered a wellspring, simply allow it to flow and it will fill your world. Don't try to keep a safe distance so as to see what happens. Don't wait to be certain before you take a step. What&lt;br /&gt;you give, you will receive, although it might sometimes come from the place you&lt;br /&gt;least expect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-4309720246754450043?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4309720246754450043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotable-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/4309720246754450043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/4309720246754450043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotable-quotes.html' title='quotable quotes'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SP0-W6PBhYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kKLS_dngNNM/s72-c/witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-8989720416734294867</id><published>2008-10-12T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:46:18.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matangtubig'/><title type='text'>reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Volunteering as a Tutor for Matangtubig has opened my eyes to many sad realities that Filipino families living in slum areas are facing today.  This is my first time to volunteer and I remember I was really hesitant to become one back then because I thought I wasn’t ready, well I could thought of many reasons not to. However, when I was finally convinced by my friend Karla, it wasn’t really bad as I thought.  Then my Saturday afternoons were never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to spend my time more worthwhile with the kids from Matangtubig. I came to teach  and help them and yet in the process I was learning more from the children. We are teaching them basic Math &amp;amp; English but little did they know they’re teaching us great lessons in life. The kids, well they’re kids and they could be rough at times but you just have to be really patient with them. At the end of the day, their smiles and heart warming “thank you” is all that matters to make you look forward and plan next week’s activities for them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reflection that I've submitted last September 26 to Sr. Merle of OLSH for their newsletter. I wish I could have done better than this but I didn't have much time. It's been a long time that I was asked to write about something.  It would have been something longer and more detailed sharing of my experiences with the kids. Well, there is always next time... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-8989720416734294867?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8989720416734294867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8989720416734294867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8989720416734294867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflection.html' title='reflection...'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-8587928879787082382</id><published>2008-10-12T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:36:23.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matangtubig...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can’t remember the exact date but it was one of those Saturday where my friend Karla sent me a message to go with her to meet up with the sisters to check out their adopted baranggay. One of Karla's officemate who works as a Translator is an apprentice of OLSH or better known as beige sisters. I was hesitant to go to the place because I remember I was on my state of solitude that day and I prefer to stay at home than go to depressed areas fearing I might get more depressed with their situation. After several exchange of text messages and reasoning out why I shouldn't come my friend wins. So I went up to meet with her reluctantly hoping she'll change her mind. Evil(hehehe). So we arrived late, I think it was around 2:00PM and we walked about a mile along E-Rodriguez together with the sisters. It was very hot that day but we managed to arrive at Matangtubig on tricycle. When we arrived at the place, some people were staring at Karla and me maybe thinking who's the strangers(I say pretty strangers.hahaha.). The kids know the sisters since they've been under their program for quite a few years now. The kids asked for the sisters’ hands to 'mano' and to my surprise they also did the same to us calling us “sister” as well. They thought we were their apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SPLbYYXTrmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BMcW1-x2dG0/s1600-h/06-14-08_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256504926998343266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SPLbYYXTrmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BMcW1-x2dG0/s320/06-14-08_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The place is located near a river. When I saw the river, I imagined it was a beautiful river back then. If the rocks could only talk. It such a shame the river now is nothing but a dumping area for them and the nearby residents. Then I thought maybe that's why the place was called Matangtubig because it’s situated near a river. Nobody can really tell me exactly that time why they name the place Matangtubig. Perhaps, they don't also understand why I really wanted to know. According to Sister Carmen, it was probably the first settlers who decided to call the place that. There must be reason for that name I thought. It just intrigues me because personally I like the name. It is 'watery eye' if you translate it in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit some of the houses of the residents there. We heard some of their happy and sad stories; it was mentally and emotionally draining for me that day. I had a headache that day because of the heat or I guess I wasn't prepared to see the reality of their situation. The houses there are usually built in scrap materials, I doubt if it could ever withstood a storm, to my surprise Sister Hannah said it does. After going through house to house and checking the condition of some residents there Sister Carmen looks worried. She's worried that we're not going to volunteer for them anymore after what we've have seen and heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squatters area and its people is not new to me after all I grew up in one . What I'm worried that time is that will I won't be able to keep my word once I said "yes" and who will do my part if I won't be able to carry it out. Thank heavens we were able to work out our schedule and I was able to gain friends with the other volunteers and the OLSH sisters. Initially the plan was every other week however with the number of kids, we decided to come every Saturday along with Lyra, Kathy and Heba. My Saturdays were never the same again. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-8587928879787082382?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8587928879787082382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/matangtubig.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8587928879787082382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/8587928879787082382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/matangtubig.html' title='matangtubig...'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIDfqFYDnN8/SPLbYYXTrmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BMcW1-x2dG0/s72-c/06-14-08_1541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307944968277268173.post-5955284092569526283</id><published>2008-10-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:04:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long ago, and oh so far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rain, rain go away come again this afternoon...rain always makes me feel melodramatic and now this song keeps playing in my head..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long ago, and oh so far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before the second show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're not really here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just the radio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you told me you loved me, baby? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you'd be coming back this way again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you. I really do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307944968277268173-5955284092569526283?l=inksaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5955284092569526283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-ago-and-oh-so-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/5955284092569526283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307944968277268173/posts/default/5955284092569526283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inksaver.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-ago-and-oh-so-far-away.html' title='Long ago, and oh so far away'/><author><name>inksaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546819058944107518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhapq9vhVY0/TZxq371TSCI/AAAAAAAAABY/vMc7G-zp0WM/s220/IMG_1853_edited.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
