tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180680572024-02-20T11:03:56.460+10:00SIMPLY JUST ME...Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-1924021176325495902010-12-10T01:23:00.001+10:002010-12-10T01:24:44.201+10:00the river piedra<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the water of this river - leaves, insects, the feathers of birds - is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?</span><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">That is why I write --</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 130%;"> t</span></em></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><em>o try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.</em></span> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. Only then - in the words of one of the saints - will the water extinguish what the flames have written.</span>"<br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="right"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">-<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">words from a book by Paulo Coelho,</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="right"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">my favorite author</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><em><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Now, my story...<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">There I was.</span><br />Lamenting in my own River Piedra<br /><br />Mourning for the transformation<br /></span></span></span></em></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">of </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 180%;">love</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> into</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 130%;"> loss</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">of </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-size: 180%;">hope</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> into </span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">aridity</span>,</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">of </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-size: 180%;">magic </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">into </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-size: 130%;">illusion</span>,</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">and of </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 180%;">tears</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> into </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 130%;">stone</span>.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: Arial; font-size: 180%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"All love stories are the same."</span></span><br /></em></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><em></em></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><em></em></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><em></em></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I, too, have written my tale.<br />I, too, have let my tears run me dry.<br /><br />Let the poignant remnants of reminiscences be carried away by the current.<br />Let the water cleanse me of the hurt, pain and regret.<br /><br />For by the River Piedra,<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Solitude is my salvation</span>.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Truth is my comfort</span>.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Tranquility is my peace...</span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="right"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept.</span></span></span></span></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-83781759353988662342009-01-17T23:28:00.000+10:002009-01-17T23:29:13.018+10:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Heavy with ambition, lofty dreams, and the pounds I packed for the past 15 years, I fumbled through my first year of being a doctor. The routines of being a student have been stripped of my system, in the sense that I have ceased to enjoy the privilege and security of waking up in the morning knowing exactly where I will be for that day and the next. I am not denying though, that the profession I have chosen automatically guarantees a permanent status of “student.” I am sure that doctors all over the world will agree that this is what in fact Medicine is – a life-long acquisition of knowledge. In other words, once a person becomes a doctor, he remains a student of Life for life. I remember an old mentor who morbidly told us during brain-cutting that a doctor who stops studying is as good as dead. I must be sounding like someone condemned. Once I passed the licensure examination, there came the uncertainty. The next stage and the next step to my career as a health professional lay before me like a dark, barren crossroad without warning signs, stoplights, or even street lamps. What to do next would have been easy for others who are fortunate to have already known which direction to take even before reaching this same juncture. But for me and a few others who have varied interests, sensibilities, and priorities, it is more difficult. Compounding the situation is this dreadful factoid of my so-called life: I may have proven my worth in the class room setting but with regard to the intricacies of the real world, I feel naïve, inexperienced and, to tell you the truth, retarded. The world outside the sheltered walls of the class room is a realm to which constant practice is a necessity, if only to grasp at the edges of mastering how to live well. </span>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-50621930977359913222008-11-14T01:37:00.000+10:002008-11-14T01:39:12.291+10:00Life is Awesome<p>I once thought life was difficult. I once SAW life as difficult. Yet around me were people who always expressed so much joy and fun in life that simply left me startling. Then I realized the notion that life is difficult was passed onto me unconsciously by my parents who though meant well, left that impression in me that life is indeed difficult through their tough struggle to make ends meet.</p> <p>So I re-defined my meaning of life, and I have always FOUND a reason to smile ever since.</p> <p>You see, life happens. This happening is in itself neutral. Good, Bad, Wonderful, lol, Awesome, Awful, Disastrous, WOW, OMG, wtf, Sad, Angry, Cheerful, Kind etc are all interpretations that people make of it. So at the end of the day, it’s a matter of what perspective one chooses to settle with.</p> <p>So all experiences in life can be all things, ranging from Awesome to Aweful. Sometimes, we are simply blind enough not to see the better interpretation of the happening, so we settle with the poor one. Wanna know what my days are like?</p> <p>Like those of a kindergarden child, Full of energy and joy, even when there is no reason to support the same from the external. So when my best friend asked me how I was doing one morning, I told him, ” Awesome”. Then he asked. “What’s your definition of awesome”.</p> <p>I answered, “Feeling good no matter what”.Period.</p>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-80448498136381429542008-11-13T23:58:00.000+10:002008-11-13T23:59:12.478+10:00<a href="http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/community/rhea1419/" rel="f0f49e6a182317f05a864683b8379409a265223c">Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification</a>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-37368977378787846552008-11-06T02:36:00.001+10:002008-11-06T02:38:26.554+10:00CLOSING CYCLE (PAOLO COEHLO)<p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.<br />If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time,<br />we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it,<br />what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.<br />Has a loving relationship come to an end?<br />Did you leave your parents' house?<br />Gone to live abroad?<br />Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.<br />You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will befinishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us.<br />What has passed will not return:<br />we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.<br />That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs,<br />move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.<br />Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts<br />and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Let things go.<br />Release them.<br />Detach yourself from them.<br />Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.<br />Do not expect anything in return,<br />do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,<br />your genius to be discovered,<br />your love to be understood.<br />Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again,<br />the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss:<br />that is only poisoning you, nothing else.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off,<br />work that is promised but there is no starting date,<br />decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.<br />Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished:<br />tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.<br />Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person.<br />Nothing is irreplaceable A habit is not a need.<br />This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult,<br />but it is very important.</span></p> <span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Closing cycles.<br />Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.<br />Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.<br />Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.</span>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-33424947653830098962008-09-06T02:32:00.005+10:002008-09-06T03:02:40.148+10:00crossroad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5LDYrDZWgYp9jIqeE0mKRtZ7Lm4IB2WEa-aZGOkZ88s-OhQiotC_-C89dwuN5Q_Rx_Apy2ulidf1Q-xWKAr8VgSlG3PE48WI6ErXI2GwJeNQBh3L-fVbrX84JrY8k04iEg-mxQ/s1600-h/crossroad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5LDYrDZWgYp9jIqeE0mKRtZ7Lm4IB2WEa-aZGOkZ88s-OhQiotC_-C89dwuN5Q_Rx_Apy2ulidf1Q-xWKAr8VgSlG3PE48WI6ErXI2GwJeNQBh3L-fVbrX84JrY8k04iEg-mxQ/s400/crossroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242580569499726354" border="0" /></a><br />At this particular moment I found myself standing at the crossroad.....<br /><p>Not sure about the next step, not sure who to seek guidance, not sure if anyone can really guide me, not sure if i just want to wait for a divine voice to enlighten my soul.</p> <p>Sometime I just want to leave everything i am doing and head out to explore some unknown territories and these other times I wonder if i will be able to find something worthwhile ever.</p> <p>May be now is the time to re-evaluate and replan my life....</p> <p>i know, i have to take a plunge and make a decision for my life, whatever path I am gonna take, might just be totally unknown to me and it might plainly be scary to get out of my bubble of comfort.. But this is a risk , I am willing to take.</p><p>(<span style="font-size:78%;">Lord please take full control of my life, i know I'll never go astray because you're my guide.</span>..)<br /></p>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-55480689617261250562008-09-04T21:37:00.005+10:002008-09-05T14:34:58.283+10:00Thank you guys!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauPKkH1A5g1wpU2MsIo1t6301i7cNYZb57S3XyDRsRLuhhkIxvRD7qHXsf226DW9TLwCC7t0RlLivENA2GahFHm-4ASOrUjtOhTi5x3co39lrtGkmkhPPZba_zKr_LzPGGKBj9w/s1600-h/pgi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauPKkH1A5g1wpU2MsIo1t6301i7cNYZb57S3XyDRsRLuhhkIxvRD7qHXsf226DW9TLwCC7t0RlLivENA2GahFHm-4ASOrUjtOhTi5x3co39lrtGkmkhPPZba_zKr_LzPGGKBj9w/s400/pgi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242129751919243330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> hello guys!!!<br /> <br /> I need not say much, for I believe that what we had gone through during our PGIship speaks of that "BOND" we have as friends. PGIship will not be fun as this if we're not one in it!! thank you guys!<br /><br /> I will not forget those happy moments we have--Dinugsing time and tinawa time sa dorm, parties, and lagaw diri- lagaw didto after receiving our medicare share...hahaha...our cramming times when reporting is near, we may little fights and arguments but I believe it was all worth it. I have no regrets or whatsoever in sharing my life with you all...hehehehe...<br /><br /> Sige ah, I wish you well in all your endeavors and lets try harder in order to make it.<br /><br /> How time flies so fast!! Daw sang san-o lg ta nagstart PGIship and now we're finally entering the real world of medicine...this is another facet of life that we need to face...MOVING ON...and ON...and ON...for the better and for the best of course!!!<br /><br /> By HIS GRACE we have made it and for HIS greater GLORY let's do it...!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-50226081584498252008-06-17T21:02:00.001+10:002008-06-17T21:02:43.740+10:00Check out my Slide Show!<div><embed src="http://widget-44.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2738188573442004292&site=widget-44.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573442004292&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p1/2738188573442004292/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573442004292&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p2/2738188573442004292/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573442004292&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p4/2738188573442004292/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-15178201395762454862008-06-05T20:53:00.000+10:002008-06-05T20:56:08.236+10:00it is madness....<div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_64804"><object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=madness1401"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><embed src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=madness1401" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"><a href="http://www.slideshare.net/?src=embed"><img src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/logo_embd.png" style="border:0px none;margin-bottom:-5px" alt="SlideShare"/></a> | <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/zubairmasoodi/madness-64804?src=embed" title="View Madness on SlideShare">View</a> | <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/upload?src=embed">Upload your own</a></div></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-26524026123042402152008-03-28T21:19:00.003+10:002008-03-28T21:24:09.492+10:00Swept Away<div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'><object width='310' height='259'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'></embed></object></div><object width='300' height='180'><embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=61718&speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'/></embed></object><br>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-15453885105372368422008-02-15T23:40:00.002+10:002008-02-15T23:48:10.431+10:00FAITHFUL WAIT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoyG5VFEHJc7o8nblasRBoizXWACIqc_LMpf8InM3S4tiHQVF5z3rLhwWO6AFB2SwvAAjxB4k9KnKDiePboVaCu46jmoZkaNZg3flyMh-C9aKqHGXF-XM2XaBpum7yI6MPmfExw/s1600-h/SKY.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoyG5VFEHJc7o8nblasRBoizXWACIqc_LMpf8InM3S4tiHQVF5z3rLhwWO6AFB2SwvAAjxB4k9KnKDiePboVaCu46jmoZkaNZg3flyMh-C9aKqHGXF-XM2XaBpum7yI6MPmfExw/s400/SKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167203243714458978" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">We are taught to seek, ceaselessly, until we find an answer.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">But while we continually seek, we force our life into little boxes that it was not intended to fit- all because we need a solution to our questions.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">At times, life and its relevant uncertainties are there for a reason. Maybe they are a holding place, and maybe they are meant to test the strength with which we trudge through life.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Regardless, timing is everything.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">What I have learned today I did not have the ability to learn last week, or even last night- because life is a series of preceding events. It is a game of chase; a giant Lego’s display that needed the bottom pieces to reach further toward the sky. A game of Jenga.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">If those that I have had the privilege of coming to love this past year had entered my life three months prior, we would not have been friends. Nor acquaintances.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Someone once told a person that life had to have answers and that plans were essential for proper functioning- I would venture to guess that that individual did not lead the life they were meant to live. Nor did they experience happiest in its truest form. Essentially, they failed to live.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">The best moments in this world are obtained by releasing the reigns and trusting in a higher power to drive us to where we need to be.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Learning to let go does not mean neglecting life as it is and failing to pursue hopes and dreams- it means waiting faithfully.</span></p> Faithful wait.Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-55531515846509164892008-02-15T23:35:00.002+10:002008-02-15T23:40:42.909+10:00"Paradox of Our Time"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPAjxPQREloN1BC8VYsZz3QcSa64qFG1JEKNTJamXjeb4xijSbaMvVri1h_pS1073FBxrec5oYPTO8oc4K-cd64qwdde1bLe7PtcqWDN7j93kdMMUZcLpkLM9GvCeiXGPj6X1nw/s1600-h/time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPAjxPQREloN1BC8VYsZz3QcSa64qFG1JEKNTJamXjeb4xijSbaMvVri1h_pS1073FBxrec5oYPTO8oc4K-cd64qwdde1bLe7PtcqWDN7j93kdMMUZcLpkLM9GvCeiXGPj6X1nw/s400/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167201134885516626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.<br />We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.<br />We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.<br />We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.<br />We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.<br />These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.”<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tabujara/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /></span></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-49622859930994206662008-02-03T14:38:00.000+10:002008-02-03T14:42:51.968+10:00Prayer<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pfR2VXWM_aysOlTu_yty3Tf4WVDnNfg0ZfikyRHZ1eh44rcz80Au-G_YWIFlUZvYFMiEr_B6cZ7K0dqbFGRx5Ilgj_TpWwjQCv54AgakN-u07wDQ9ZnR-ibo64B6wayts9MlUw/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pfR2VXWM_aysOlTu_yty3Tf4WVDnNfg0ZfikyRHZ1eh44rcz80Au-G_YWIFlUZvYFMiEr_B6cZ7K0dqbFGRx5Ilgj_TpWwjQCv54AgakN-u07wDQ9ZnR-ibo64B6wayts9MlUw/s320/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162609189108629346" border="0" /></a><em style="font-style: italic;"><em>I Say a Prayer for you today, </em></em><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><em></em>That you might be a star one day,<br />That your wishes may be fulfilled <em><em><br />And that all your dreams may come true some day.</em></em></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><em><em>Some people don’t believe in prayers<br />Oh! its just a notion they say,<br />They don’t understand the power of it<br />But believe me, I am putting my soul into it.</em></em></p><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><em><em>I know that God’s busy nowadays,<br />Tending to every persons needs, night and day;<br />But I know one thing for sure my friend,<br />He’ll listen to the prayers I say.<br />“Why?” I hear you say.<br />Well ,coz Its for someone very special,and that’s you I say.</em></em></p><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><em><em>There may be times when you feel lonely ,<br />And you might have none around,<br />You might think alls deserted ,<br />But hey ,I ‘ll be still around.</em></em></p><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><em><em>I say a prayer for you today ,<br />That happiness engulfs you every day;<br />That you be granted the fruits of life and<br />That you live this beautiful life every day.</em></em></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-44818085840897912882008-01-22T22:10:00.000+10:002008-01-22T22:26:14.112+10:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7K8Dex6294&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7K8Dex6294&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhusqoAxbUI&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhusqoAxbUI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHvkk__IPaE&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHvkk__IPaE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHvkk__IPaE&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHvkk__IPaE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-44712266064844855572008-01-13T13:32:00.003+10:002008-03-02T22:11:21.394+10:00Things I must learn to live:<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoP_e9jEKndhONHWbqWh2R7QvL69flr_ao6jri4hwkytBr3iPsOBW7WegWdXpClJIPhaHga4yYLANWu8ixt8p93Ys6V-GwsY_s7svRPcQH7vqtQ_rFAm_3tu-iNrD_YfyNfmeOg/s1600-h/image-upload-127-773992.jpe"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoP_e9jEKndhONHWbqWh2R7QvL69flr_ao6jri4hwkytBr3iPsOBW7WegWdXpClJIPhaHga4yYLANWu8ixt8p93Ys6V-GwsY_s7svRPcQH7vqtQ_rFAm_3tu-iNrD_YfyNfmeOg/s320/image-upload-127-773992.jpe" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:100%;">1.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Rely on yourself & no one else. At least you only hav one person responsible to & answerable for.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. Prioritize your family. You can nver replace them.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. Be responsible. Learn to stand alone, (quite hard but i know i can do it).</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. Forget the past, you have the present to face..</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. Stand firm! They may hurt your feelings but never let them break you.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">6. Never mind what others say about you. You know yourself more than they do.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7. Accept changes! There's no such thing in life that is constant, except change.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">8. Dont torture yourself on things you have done. Move on and learn from it.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">9. Always check your priorities in life.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10. Live life as if it's your last.</span></span></div> </div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-55151675241626908192007-12-24T19:34:00.001+10:002007-12-24T19:34:01.938+10:00My 1st spinal anesthesia<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XZFTcrR0Qbivwe__53waHXFvVqyjOJe_OLACq-AohXH-aWiikxlZkS-juyPLA5D3f6AJ7uKN_8CcxGSG-hUr9n6EoCmf2Y-oebaI8STbCTEuJ52FXFUQD7QVWpQI6WJ97Z1iJg/s1600-h/image-upload-87-740132.jpe"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XZFTcrR0Qbivwe__53waHXFvVqyjOJe_OLACq-AohXH-aWiikxlZkS-juyPLA5D3f6AJ7uKN_8CcxGSG-hUr9n6EoCmf2Y-oebaI8STbCTEuJ52FXFUQD7QVWpQI6WJ97Z1iJg/s320/image-upload-87-740132.jpe"/></a><br /><span>Just a product of being bored, so i decided to blog...<br />Dec. 18, 2007: my 1st lumbar puncture..twas a successful one..haha..more LPs to go!</span><br /></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-37621280404478131652007-12-16T20:20:00.001+10:002008-11-14T00:35:34.306+10:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> At last, im already done...well, i guess...im back to the "old" me...i mean, not on an autistic mode..hahaha! i thought it was impossible to finish my work on the date that i had set...why did i think it was impossible? Well, i never really like hematology in the first place. Unluckily, the topic that i'll be reporting was about AML, haha...it was really a hema thing. At first, doing that thing was really a punishment for me. Anyways, as what everyone had said, everything happened for a purpose. It had made me more patient and determined. One thing had just entered my mind, "if others can do it, why cant I?" Defy the Impossible!<br /><br /> <br /><br /></span></span>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-25899796992376222562007-11-20T22:03:00.001+10:002007-11-20T22:03:01.758+10:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwa1wfM2HxhJELdH5CFTKFGyuBRw2LGBJ_et6D7dlFSZaoB-Bz6PN0y2DnlczkM974y5JTSLHRq28b-RpuBwYDHw9Tdfzd-q2u2yRscMIsfdc8QYDXaSmfGJ9RiCdEXDrazh1wvA/s1600-h/image-upload-46-780900.jpe"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwa1wfM2HxhJELdH5CFTKFGyuBRw2LGBJ_et6D7dlFSZaoB-Bz6PN0y2DnlczkM974y5JTSLHRq28b-RpuBwYDHw9Tdfzd-q2u2yRscMIsfdc8QYDXaSmfGJ9RiCdEXDrazh1wvA/s320/image-upload-46-780900.jpe"/></a><br /><span>There's no such thing as constant except for change...<br />But it so sad sometimes that these changes that are happening to our lives are the one that causes pain..sometimes we can easily cope, but there are also times that we wished thing havent change..coz those things that were already part of our life, had somewhat made us whole...and it's hard to let it go..<br />Life is like that, things just come and go, they touch our lives, leave marks on our hearts, make us realize our worth, and make us feel complete..</span><br /></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-80369457284946366692007-11-03T12:54:00.001+10:002007-11-05T17:08:18.509+10:00What keeps me going?<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAzRI-V2mpjdFL3vss04C24ckok1cu7YCYrMO4TfmnvdKGK6ZW-dBget8y1tvAXNUdLeb82gFhbYyKvN_XzE0y4vwOn6qEAHWfB0QH-lPnrCTBxaYS7jG9LAvPDpjPQQJ2-hOFQ/s1600-h/image-upload-197-761978.jpe"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAzRI-V2mpjdFL3vss04C24ckok1cu7YCYrMO4TfmnvdKGK6ZW-dBget8y1tvAXNUdLeb82gFhbYyKvN_XzE0y4vwOn6qEAHWfB0QH-lPnrCTBxaYS7jG9LAvPDpjPQQJ2-hOFQ/s320/image-upload-197-761978.jpe"/></a><br /><span>Feelin' so bored and depressed these past few days...i dont know if it's hormonal imbalance or it's PMS.. I've been searching for the answer to my question..what keeps me going? Im 100% sure of my choice and that's to become an MD..no question with that.. <br />But lately, im beginning to ask myself..what keeps me going? What if this is not the kind of life that i wanted?<br />....what really keeps me going? For now its my family, my dream, and maybe because im in a point of no return..</span><br /></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-15763495245720485032007-10-18T22:09:00.000+10:002007-10-19T00:43:42.596+10:00just make the right choice!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQro6ZWTrfWjc7PUeq_HaQM4kzV8qFz7c0Hc43RVL5c1_DXlpTOqunQEAL-0EbgXGYgBwzSWvhJ2AhkLnB9oCYskVL_k46K7QTovwplJ4WBpJ6A6ECRGp3-1cMIMR7yANIXya_w/s1600-h/Make-the-Right-Choice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQro6ZWTrfWjc7PUeq_HaQM4kzV8qFz7c0Hc43RVL5c1_DXlpTOqunQEAL-0EbgXGYgBwzSWvhJ2AhkLnB9oCYskVL_k46K7QTovwplJ4WBpJ6A6ECRGp3-1cMIMR7yANIXya_w/s400/Make-the-Right-Choice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122685876189075426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">ts a human nature that we always follow what makes us feel GOOD. What we dont realize is that some things that pleases us can hurt other people. So though it is painful, I would rather follow and choose what is humane. I would rather be RIGHT. Because as long as I go after what is right, I know that I am not compromising other people.</span></span></div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-61326511828399734492007-09-05T02:20:00.000+10:002007-09-05T02:21:39.427+10:00The First Cut Is the Deepest<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OVUSCQwCX8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OVUSCQwCX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-47783302097073405532007-08-26T01:57:00.000+10:002007-08-26T02:06:54.586+10:00Holding On or Letting Go?To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.<br /><br />To let go is to fear less and love more. <br /><br />“Love is holding on, fighting for what you feel but sometimes love is letting go, setting free knowing he will be happy if you do”<br /><br />The hardest part with letting go though is you just wake up one day and realize that all your efforts and everything you have valued through your relationship had been vanish in just a blink of an eye and it’s just too painful to endure. It's too late already and I think letting go also entails a lot of "what ifs".<br /><br />To let go doesn't mean to stop caring; it means I can’t do it for someone else.Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-89911544219921091902007-08-25T22:16:00.000+10:002007-08-25T23:33:02.007+10:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDu29rqasnI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDu29rqasnI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />I am the one<br />Who believes in all that you say<br />I am the one<br />Who never wants to define herself<br />I am the one<br />Who's parallel, upfront, behind<br />I am the one<br />Paddling like crazy through the night<br /><br />Refine, old time, colourblind<br />Big sign, do time, doesn't rhyme<br />A lot, to much, standing tall<br />And I'm crying in the valley:<br />“I shall never, ever fall!†and<br /><br />People are people<br />And I feel so strong<br />People are people and I'm<br />Going on<br /><br />I am the one<br />Who stirs it up everytime<br />I am the one<br />Who never know how close she is<br />I am the one<br />Who'd rather be dead than confess<br />I am the one<br />Trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on<br /><br />Excess, temptress, big mess<br />Phoney, lonely, it's a test<br />Be still my heart, don't you fail<br />And I'm crying on the stagefloor:<br />“I will always prevail!†and<br /><br />I'm going on…Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-52165256693615883662007-08-20T00:09:00.000+10:002007-08-20T00:10:22.563+10:00TIme Will Tell<div id="post-single"> <p>Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.</p> <p>One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.</p> <p>Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.</p> <p>When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.</p> <p>Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, “Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?”</p> <p>Richness answered, ” I’m sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere.”</p> <p>Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.<br />Love cried out, “Vanity, help me please.”</p> <p>“I can’t help you”, Vanity said, “You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat.”<br />Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.</p> <p>Love said, “Sadness, please let me go with you.”<br />Sadness answered, “Love, I’m sorry, but, I just need to be alone now.”<br />Then, Love saw Happiness.</p> <p>Love cried out, ” Happiness, please take me with you.”<br />But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry.</p> <p>Then, she heard a voice say, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.</p> <p>When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.</p> <p>Love then found Knowledge and asked, “Who was it that helped me?”</p> <p>“It was Time”, Knowledge answered.</p> <p>“But why did Time help me when no one else would?”, Love asked.</p> <p>Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,<br />“Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.”</p> </div>Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-18098482217401567102007-08-19T23:41:00.000+10:002007-08-20T00:05:42.976+10:00<p> To me, life is a journey filled with lessons, hardships, heartaches, joys, celebrations and special moments that will ultimately lead me to my destination, my purpose in life.</p> <p>The road will not always be smooth, in fact, throughout my travels, I will encounter many challenges.</p> <p>Some of these challenges will test my courage, strengths, weaknesses, and faith. Along the way, I may stumble upon obstacles that will come between the paths that I’m destined to take.</p> <p>In order to follow the right path, I must overcome these obstacles. Sometimes these obstacles are really blessings in disguise, only I don’t realize that at the time.</p> <p>Along my journey I will be confronted with many situations, some will be filled with joy, and some will be filled with heartache.</p> <p>How I react to what I faced with determines what kind of outcome the rest of my journey through life will be like.</p> <p>When things don’t always go my way, I have two choices in dealing with the situations.</p> I can focus on the fact that things didn’t go how I had hoped they would and let life pass me with, or two, I can make the best out of the situation and know that these are only temporary setbacks and find the lessons that are to be learned.Rhea Joy Tabujarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481noreply@blogger.com0