<?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-18068057</id><updated>2011-10-08T00:09:26.241+10:00</updated><category term='langub'/><category term='graduation'/><title type='text'>SIMPLY JUST ME...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-192402117632549590</id><published>2010-12-10T01:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:24:44.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the river piedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;That is why I write --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 130%;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;words from a book by Paulo Coelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my favorite author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;There I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamenting in my own River Piedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourning for the transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: 130%;"&gt; loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-size: 180%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;aridity&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-size: 180%;"&gt;magic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;illusion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 180%;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: Arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"All love stories are the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I, too, have written my tale.&lt;br /&gt;I, too, have let my tears run me dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the poignant remnants of reminiscences be carried away by the current.&lt;br /&gt;Let the water cleanse me of the hurt, pain and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For by the River Piedra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Solitude is my salvation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Truth is my comfort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tranquility is my peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-192402117632549590?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/192402117632549590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=192402117632549590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/192402117632549590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/192402117632549590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2010/12/river-piedra.html' title='the river piedra'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8378175935398866234</id><published>2009-01-17T23:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:29:13.018+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8378175935398866234?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8378175935398866234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8378175935398866234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8378175935398866234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8378175935398866234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2009/01/heavy-with-ambition-lofty-dreams-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5062193097735991322</id><published>2008-11-14T01:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:39:12.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I re-defined my meaning of life, and I have always FOUND a reason to smile ever since.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I answered, “Feeling good no matter what”.Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-5062193097735991322?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5062193097735991322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5062193097735991322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5062193097735991322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5062193097735991322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-awesome.html' title='Life is Awesome'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8044849813638142954</id><published>2008-11-13T23:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:59:12.478+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/community/rhea1419/" rel="f0f49e6a182317f05a864683b8379409a265223c"&gt;Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8044849813638142954?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8044849813638142954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8044849813638142954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8044849813638142954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8044849813638142954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/11/undergoing-mybloglog-verification.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3736897737878784655</id><published>2008-11-06T02:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:38:26.554+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSING CYCLE (PAOLO COEHLO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time,&lt;br /&gt;we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it,&lt;br /&gt;what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;br /&gt;Has a loving relationship come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave your parents' house?&lt;br /&gt;Gone to live abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;What has passed will not return:&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs,&lt;br /&gt;move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Let things go.&lt;br /&gt;Release them.&lt;br /&gt;Detach yourself from them.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.&lt;br /&gt;Do not expect anything in return,&lt;br /&gt;do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;your genius to be discovered,&lt;br /&gt;your love to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss:&lt;br /&gt;that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off,&lt;br /&gt;work that is promised but there is no starting date,&lt;br /&gt;decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.&lt;br /&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished:&lt;br /&gt;tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is irreplaceable A habit is not a need.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult,&lt;br /&gt;but it is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Closing cycles.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.&lt;br /&gt;Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3736897737878784655?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3736897737878784655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3736897737878784655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3736897737878784655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3736897737878784655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-cycle-paolo-coehlo.html' title='CLOSING CYCLE (PAOLO COEHLO)'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3342494765383009896</id><published>2008-09-06T02:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:02:40.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SMFjQGdlchI/AAAAAAAAALU/C7d6a0pegIM/s1600-h/crossroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SMFjQGdlchI/AAAAAAAAALU/C7d6a0pegIM/s400/crossroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242580569499726354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular moment I found myself standing at the crossroad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May be now is the time to re-evaluate and replan my life....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lord please take full control of my life,  i know I'll never go astray because you're my guide.&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3342494765383009896?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3342494765383009896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3342494765383009896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3342494765383009896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3342494765383009896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/09/crossroad.html' title='crossroad'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SMFjQGdlchI/AAAAAAAAALU/C7d6a0pegIM/s72-c/crossroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5548068961726125056</id><published>2008-09-04T21:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:34:58.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SL_JPEGnMEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nR-dcsLhVfs/s1600-h/pgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SL_JPEGnMEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nR-dcsLhVfs/s400/pgi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242129751919243330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;   hello guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sige ah, I wish you well in all your endeavors and lets try harder in order  to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By HIS GRACE we have made it and for HIS greater GLORY let's do it...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-5548068961726125056?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5548068961726125056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5548068961726125056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5548068961726125056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5548068961726125056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-guys_04.html' title='Thank you guys!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/SL_JPEGnMEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nR-dcsLhVfs/s72-c/pgi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5022608158449825</id><published>2008-06-17T21:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:02:43.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;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&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573442004292&amp;amp;site=widget-44.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573442004292&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p1/2738188573442004292/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R7WX-R_YtWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/etXLRgarjwA/s400/SKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167203243714458978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are taught to seek, ceaselessly, until we find an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless, timing is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learning to let go does not mean neglecting life as it is and failing to pursue hopes and dreams- it means waiting faithfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Faithful wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-1545388510537236842?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/1545388510537236842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=1545388510537236842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1545388510537236842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1545388510537236842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/02/faithful-wait.html' title='FAITHFUL WAIT'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R7WX-R_YtWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/etXLRgarjwA/s72-c/SKY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5553151584650916489</id><published>2008-02-15T23:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:40:42.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paradox of Our Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R7WWDh_YtVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HRCifM_iMEU/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R7WWDh_YtVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HRCifM_iMEU/s400/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167201134885516626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tabujara/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-5553151584650916489?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5553151584650916489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5553151584650916489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5553151584650916489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5553151584650916489'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R6VFtG78v2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LP0P3cliRaM/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R6VFtG78v2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LP0P3cliRaM/s320/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162609189108629346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Say a Prayer for you today, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That you might be a star one day,&lt;br /&gt;That your wishes may be fulfilled &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that all your dreams may come true some day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people don’t believe in prayers&lt;br /&gt;Oh! its just a notion they say,&lt;br /&gt;They don’t understand the power of it&lt;br /&gt;But  believe me, I am putting my soul into it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that God’s busy nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;Tending to every   persons needs, night and day;&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing for sure my friend,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll listen to the prayers I say.&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” I hear you say.&lt;br /&gt;Well ,coz Its for someone very special,and that’s you I say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;There may be times when you feel lonely ,&lt;br /&gt;And you might have none around,&lt;br /&gt;You might think alls deserted ,&lt;br /&gt;But hey ,I ‘ll be still around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a prayer for you today ,&lt;br /&gt;That happiness engulfs you every day;&lt;br /&gt;That you be granted the fruits of life and&lt;br /&gt;That you live this beautiful life every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/18068057-4962285993099420666?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4962285993099420666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4962285993099420666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4481808584089791288?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4481808584089791288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4481808584089791288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4481808584089791288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4481808584089791288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4471226606484485557</id><published>2008-01-13T13:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:11:21.394+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I must learn to live:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R4mGZiATnrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1HbNz4GjcJk/s1600-h/image-upload-127-773992.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R4mGZiATnrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1HbNz4GjcJk/s320/image-upload-127-773992.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Rely on yourself &amp;amp; no one else. At least you only hav one person responsible to &amp;amp; answerable for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Prioritize your family. You can nver replace them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Be responsible. Learn to stand alone, (quite hard but i know i can do it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Forget the past, you have the present to face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Stand firm! They may hurt your feelings but never let them break you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Never mind what others say about you. You know yourself more than they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Accept changes! There's no such thing in life that is constant, except change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Dont torture yourself on things you have done. Move on and learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Always check your priorities in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Live life as if it's your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4471226606484485557?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4471226606484485557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4471226606484485557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4471226606484485557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4471226606484485557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2008/01/thing-i-must-learn-to-live.html' title='Things I must learn to live:'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R4mGZiATnrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1HbNz4GjcJk/s72-c/image-upload-127-773992.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5515167524162690819</id><published>2007-12-24T19:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:34:01.938+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st spinal anesthesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R299CCATnqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X5w3os0DBlQ/s1600-h/image-upload-87-740132.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R299CCATnqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X5w3os0DBlQ/s320/image-upload-87-740132.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just a product of being bored, so i decided to blog...&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 18, 2007: my 1st lumbar puncture..twas a successful one..haha..more LPs to go!&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/18068057-5515167524162690819?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5515167524162690819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5515167524162690819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5515167524162690819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5515167524162690819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-1st-spinal-anesthesia.html' title='My 1st spinal anesthesia'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R299CCATnqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X5w3os0DBlQ/s72-c/image-upload-87-740132.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3762128040447813165</id><published>2007-12-16T20:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:35:34.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3762128040447813165?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3762128040447813165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3762128040447813165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3762128040447813165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3762128040447813165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-last-im-already-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-2589979699237622256</id><published>2007-11-20T22:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:03:01.758+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R0LM9UkeysI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HgRJ2fIkNAw/s1600-h/image-upload-46-780900.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R0LM9UkeysI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HgRJ2fIkNAw/s320/image-upload-46-780900.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's no such thing as constant except for change...&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;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..&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/18068057-2589979699237622256?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/2589979699237622256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=2589979699237622256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2589979699237622256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2589979699237622256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-no-such-thing-as-constant-except.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/R0LM9UkeysI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HgRJ2fIkNAw/s72-c/image-upload-46-780900.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8036945728494636669</id><published>2007-11-03T12:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:08:18.509+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What keeps me going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ha38PexZk8s/Ryvi37vRZyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jvwVvoES0VE/s1600-h/image-upload-197-761978.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ha38PexZk8s/Ryvi37vRZyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jvwVvoES0VE/s320/image-upload-197-761978.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;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..  &lt;br /&gt;But lately, im beginning to ask myself..what keeps me going? What if this is not the kind of life that i wanted?&lt;br /&gt;....what really keeps me going? For now its my family, my dream, and maybe because im in a point of no return..&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/18068057-8036945728494636669?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8036945728494636669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8036945728494636669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8036945728494636669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8036945728494636669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-keeps-me-going.html' title='What keeps me going?'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ha38PexZk8s/Ryvi37vRZyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jvwVvoES0VE/s72-c/image-upload-197-761978.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-1576349524572048503</id><published>2007-10-18T22:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:43:42.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just make the right choice!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RxdvqcopF-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gFT-00aFQlw/s1600-h/Make-the-Right-Choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RxdvqcopF-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gFT-00aFQlw/s400/Make-the-Right-Choice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122685876189075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-1576349524572048503?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/1576349524572048503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=1576349524572048503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1576349524572048503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1576349524572048503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-ts-human-nature-that-we-always-follow.html' title='just make the right choice!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RxdvqcopF-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gFT-00aFQlw/s72-c/Make-the-Right-Choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-6132651182839973449</id><published>2007-09-05T02:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:21:39.427+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Cut Is the Deepest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OVUSCQwCX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OVUSCQwCX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-6132651182839973449?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/6132651182839973449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=6132651182839973449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/6132651182839973449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/6132651182839973449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-cut-is-deepest.html' title='The First Cut Is the Deepest'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4778330209707340553</id><published>2007-08-26T01:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:06:54.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On or Letting Go?</title><content type='html'>To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go doesn't mean to stop caring; it means I can’t do it for someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4778330209707340553?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4778330209707340553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4778330209707340553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4778330209707340553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4778330209707340553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/holding-on-or-letting-go.html' title='Holding On or Letting Go?'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8991154421992109190</id><published>2007-08-25T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:33:02.007+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDu29rqasnI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDu29rqasnI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who believes in all that you say&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who never wants to define herself&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's parallel, upfront, behind&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Paddling like crazy through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refine, old time, colourblind&lt;br /&gt;Big sign, do time, doesn't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;A lot, to much, standing tall&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying in the valley:&lt;br /&gt;â€œI shall never, ever fall!â€ and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are people&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;People are people and I'm&lt;br /&gt;Going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who stirs it up everytime&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who never know how close she is&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who'd rather be dead than confess&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excess, temptress, big mess&lt;br /&gt;Phoney, lonely, it's a test&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart, don't you fail&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying on the stagefloor:&lt;br /&gt;â€œI will always prevail!â€ and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going onâ€¦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8991154421992109190?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8991154421992109190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8991154421992109190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8991154421992109190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8991154421992109190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5216525669361588366</id><published>2007-08-20T00:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:10:22.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TIme Will Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post-single"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, “Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.&lt;br /&gt;Love cried out, “Vanity, help me please.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I can’t help you”, Vanity said, “You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat.”&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love said, “Sadness, please let me go with you.”&lt;br /&gt;Sadness answered, “Love, I’m sorry, but, I just need to be alone now.”&lt;br /&gt;Then, Love saw Happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love cried out, ” Happiness, please take me with you.”&lt;br /&gt;But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love then found Knowledge and asked, “Who was it that helped me?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It was Time”, Knowledge answered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“But why did Time help me when no one else would?”, Love asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,&lt;br /&gt;“Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-5216525669361588366?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5216525669361588366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5216525669361588366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5216525669361588366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5216525669361588366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-will-tell.html' title='TIme Will Tell'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-1809848221740156710</id><published>2007-08-19T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:05:42.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; 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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The road will not always be smooth, in fact, throughout my travels, I will encounter many challenges.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Along my journey I will be confronted with many situations, some will be filled with joy, and some will be filled with heartache.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How I react to what I faced with determines what kind of outcome the rest of my journey through life will be like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When things don’t always go my way, I have two choices in dealing with the situations.&lt;/p&gt; 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-1809848221740156710?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/1809848221740156710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=1809848221740156710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1809848221740156710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1809848221740156710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-me-life-is-journey-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-9076429856095493618</id><published>2007-08-10T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:33:15.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/single/index.jsp?testname=singleogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/single/images/compromise_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You're single because you don't want to compromise&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/single/index.jsp?testname=singleogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;Why Are You Still Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/V2/cnB0PXBpbXAmcD1UaWNrbGUlMkVjb20mZD11bmRlZmluZWQmdWlkPTExODY4MDQxNDA2NzI=.tif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You live alone and like it, thanksverymuch. Well, at least some of the time. You prefer coming and going as you please, and you don't like to be controlled or held responsible for someone else's schedule or needs. After all, you probably have plenty of friends, a satisfying career (or other projects to occupy your time), and you may simply not have room for another person right now — unless of course they can bend to meet your routine exactly. Does this sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we admire your go-it-alone attitude — and your carefree, open-minded spirit — you may be shutting out others from your life without realizing it. You never know, maybe if you met the right person you could learn to grow together — while holding onto your hard-earned independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-9076429856095493618?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/9076429856095493618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=9076429856095493618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/9076429856095493618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/9076429856095493618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-single-because-you-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-9162272496031983886</id><published>2007-08-07T22:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:11:30.745+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rrhnlui8OFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nMo57j0K-rw/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rrhnlui8OFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nMo57j0K-rw/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095936876217120850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just miss my old life...no pressures, waking up late...no reports...no endorsements...no 24-hours duties....hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hey! dont get me wrong! i just miss it and i know it's just normal...for now, i cant imagine living my day without going to the hospital, talking to different people, having a 24-hour duty toxicity...hahaha...and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a time that i wanted to rest, even just for a day or two....(yah, this was the time when a lot of us were thinking of filing a leave)...others may have their own reason of having a leave, mine was more on refreshing my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at  the end of the day, i told myself...this will just pass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-9162272496031983886?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/9162272496031983886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=9162272496031983886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/9162272496031983886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/9162272496031983886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-miss-my-old-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rrhnlui8OFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nMo57j0K-rw/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-1446842245848581754</id><published>2007-07-30T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:14:07.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rqyqaei8ODI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zM6K80AWwDY/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rqyqaei8ODI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zM6K80AWwDY/s400/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092632650502125618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think crying can help, then cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it can lessen the pain inside your heart, feel free to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant bear the pain inside, just cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes we cry without any reason, but as tears fall down we feel relieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/18068057-1446842245848581754?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rqyqaei8ODI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zM6K80AWwDY/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8582996502814861476</id><published>2007-07-22T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:35:31.752+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NO QUITTING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RqNd3-i8OBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lBPCMGU2wyc/s1600-h/Photo-Dont-Quit-Print-C10055259.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RqNd3-i8OBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lBPCMGU2wyc/s400/Photo-Dont-Quit-Print-C10055259.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090015220122531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8582996502814861476?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8582996502814861476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8582996502814861476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8582996502814861476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8582996502814861476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-quitting.html' title='NO QUITTING!!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RqNd3-i8OBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lBPCMGU2wyc/s72-c/Photo-Dont-Quit-Print-C10055259.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3196762976257634724</id><published>2007-06-20T22:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:46:41.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>B-A-T-C-H-O-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RrQu0ei8OEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlcBcg_a408/s1600-h/barchoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RrQu0ei8OEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlcBcg_a408/s400/barchoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094748557550565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rnkv1ybVOKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/10hpPYlMWPA/s1600-h/batchoy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rnkv1ybVOKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/10hpPYlMWPA/s400/batchoy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078142655952926882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batchoy, a &lt;a set="yes" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/noodle" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;noodle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a set="yes" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/soup" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;soup&lt;/a&gt; which originated in the district of &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;La Paz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a set="yes" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/iloilo-city" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Iloilo City&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a set="yes" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/philippines" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt;....but for me, batchoy is the official food of BCSG, our psychotherapy group! hahaha... i dont know why i'm putting this on my blog...hahaha.....maybe because i dont eat batchoy before...if there's one person responsible for letting me eat this food, it was my adoptive mom...PEACE ma!...i have no choice but to it that batchoy   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RnkkfibVOJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0HhCNZ90mPc/s1600-h/batchoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RnkkfibVOJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0HhCNZ90mPc/s400/batchoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078130179072931986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have eaten batchoy for 6x pa lg....call me weird! but i only eat the noodles and the meat...well, for the reason that  i don't understand the taste of the soup...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3196762976257634724?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3196762976257634724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3196762976257634724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3196762976257634724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3196762976257634724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/06/b-t-c-h-o-y.html' title='B-A-T-C-H-O-Y'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RrQu0ei8OEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlcBcg_a408/s72-c/barchoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-2202891619001190246</id><published>2007-06-18T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:16:20.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or all things you've lead me through and taught me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd for promising me that you will never leave me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hrough and through you've shown me the ropes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elping me in anything and everything I face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;veryday you're there for me by simply calling your name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arely do I get to thank you enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So on this special day, I do exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my father! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-2202891619001190246?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/2202891619001190246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=2202891619001190246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2202891619001190246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2202891619001190246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/06/f-or-all-things-youve-lead-me-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-2029418214822975189</id><published>2007-06-10T23:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:56:47.661+10:00</updated><title type='text'>assessment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RmwC-ibVOCI/AAAAAAAAADg/u18i19HIzKQ/s1600-h/Akon+steth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RmwC-ibVOCI/AAAAAAAAADg/u18i19HIzKQ/s400/Akon+steth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074434153556293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....if my memory serves me well, im already on my 2nd month on being a PGI already...whew! how time fleet so fast.... as i am observing the JIs now, i cant help myself but to turn back to the time when i was also a junior intern.  yah right! ive been there too! doing paperworks everyday, answering questions to consultants/ residents (lucky  if i can), whoops! not to forget, crying in the corridor and asking myself why i have entered this arena? but all those things did a great help to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's life being a PGI now? i admit, things are lighter now, 'coz no pressure on doing paperworks, hey! dont get me wrong....i have learned so much in doing hx taking, monitoring, and other things, i havent learned in the four corners of our room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's the greater responsibility we've been talking before? well, i think its imparting to the JIs what we have also learned from our consultants, residents, previous PGIs, and other hospital's staff  the things that they too had taught us...imagine! it was just a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another responsibility i've been referring to is managing patients...being a PGI is not just seeing patients  at the emergency room or at the out patient department and referring it to the residents...i thinks it more than that...by this time, your initial assessment and management to the patient is important...every meds, labs, and other diagnostic tools you've been requiring to every patients serves a purpose...your clinical eye is being tested..in what sense? well as the patient is entering the room, your mind tells you is this an emegency case or not? thus this patient needs to be admitted or not...well, so many things are juggling on your mind..&lt;br /&gt;well, for now, all i can say i'm just enjoying every bit of my rotation  and its worth enjoying!&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/18068057-2029418214822975189?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/2029418214822975189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=2029418214822975189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2029418214822975189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2029418214822975189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/06/assessment.html' title='assessment'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RmwC-ibVOCI/AAAAAAAAADg/u18i19HIzKQ/s72-c/Akon+steth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-280996836954117804</id><published>2007-06-04T02:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:59:13.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/us2fnjE9Hq4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/us2fnjE9Hq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FOUND A HARD TIME RECALLING THE TITLE OF THIS SONG...&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW, BUT THIS SONG REALLY APPLIES TO MY LIFE..THIS WAS INTRODUCED TO ME BY MY HS TEACHER WHEN I WAS 1ST YR HS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-280996836954117804?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/280996836954117804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=280996836954117804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/280996836954117804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/280996836954117804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/06/star.html' title='STAR'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-1000798559940610359</id><published>2007-06-04T01:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:48:37.267+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GO THE DISTANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenkR5XzSJc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenkR5XzSJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Of a far off place&lt;br /&gt;Where a hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Would be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Where the crowds will cheer&lt;br /&gt;When they see my face&lt;br /&gt;And a voice keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there someday&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;If I can be strong&lt;br /&gt;I know ev'ry mile&lt;br /&gt;Will be worth my while&lt;br /&gt;When I go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down an unknown road&lt;br /&gt;To embrace my fate&lt;br /&gt;Though the road may wander&lt;br /&gt;It will lead me to you&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Would be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;It may take a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look back&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay on track&lt;br /&gt;No I won't accept defeat&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill slope&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose hope&lt;br /&gt;Till I go the distance&lt;br /&gt;And my journey is complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;For a hero's strength is measured by his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will search the world&lt;br /&gt;I will face its harms&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how far&lt;br /&gt;I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;TillI find my hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in your arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will search the world&lt;br /&gt;I will face its harms&lt;br /&gt;TillI find my hero's welcome&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in your arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-1000798559940610359?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/1000798559940610359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=1000798559940610359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1000798559940610359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/1000798559940610359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-distance.html' title='GO THE DISTANCE'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8690006893068746621</id><published>2007-05-20T13:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:29:15.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Strong Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk7pjD38hCI/AAAAAAAAADY/ydmp0ZwXCy4/s1600-h/God%27s+hand.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk7pjD38hCI/AAAAAAAAADY/ydmp0ZwXCy4/s400/God%27s+hand.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066243419383039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;He's been calling me, but i never answered to His call...He was stretching His arms, but never did I hold on to it...! One question that have been playing in my mind before was, "why He just let it happened? Oh! poor little faith of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;After my long quest on searching for the answers to my question, finally i found it...He was molding me!  I admit, there has been a point of my life when i had loose grip on my faith...i always ask Him, why let these things happened to me in just a spur of a moment...all i can feel at that time was things are really out of my control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just a week after my graduation, a resident gave me a book, it was a nice book...(I suggest you'll read it too!). She told me it was something to keep me ready for my internship, at first i thought it was the new edition of medical blue book!!! hahaha! but it wasn't... I never thought it would be of great help in my quest!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Remember the poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Footprints in the sand?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Of course! I do! I have read it for so many, many  times in life, but I didn't appreciate it before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now I understand why He let it happened.  He was molding me...He was calling my attention...He was showing to me how strong is His arms and how safe I am in His arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just as the father would pick up his own child and carry him over the rough ground, God carried me when the going gets tough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm finally at ease now! I'm finally home! I'm finally back to His strong arms! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(P.S. Thanks for giving me that book...it was really an inspiring one! more than just a guidelines as what you have told me before...)&lt;/span&gt;&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/18068057-8690006893068746621?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8690006893068746621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8690006893068746621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8690006893068746621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8690006893068746621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-his-strong-arms.html' title='In His Strong Arms'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk7pjD38hCI/AAAAAAAAADY/ydmp0ZwXCy4/s72-c/God%27s+hand.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4624950772032403595</id><published>2007-05-18T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:35:31.551+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my first day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk2daT38hBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uc6-HxbHPLU/s1600-h/IMG_9303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk2daT38hBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uc6-HxbHPLU/s400/IMG_9303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065878231198762002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i hate it when my period comes! why? first and foremost this dysmenorrhea thing really ruins my day! i can't do the things  i wanted to do...instead of doing some things, here i am if not lying in bed for the rest of the day, i'm just sitting in one corner...times like this? it's nice to set myself on autistic mode...aside from dysmenorrhea, i have a slight change of my mood...blame it  on  hormones!  though i'm trying to control it, but sometimes i cant...haha! sometimes trying to hold my temper! sorry to those who have been affected with my mood swings!&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, having a period and on my autistic mode, made me sometimes ponder about myself...kinda weird...but it's true! i dont know but it really happens all the time...see? it really pays to be an autistic!&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/18068057-4624950772032403595?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4624950772032403595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4624950772032403595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4624950772032403595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4624950772032403595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-it-when-my-period-comes-why.html' title='it&apos;s my first day!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rk2daT38hBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uc6-HxbHPLU/s72-c/IMG_9303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3930420276000256047</id><published>2007-05-14T10:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:58:25.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a free day today...i'm on a weekend off! just a day of rest then back to duty mode tomorrow...what's seemed so different today? well, i'm free to sleep anytime i want...hahaha... anyway, i'm just surprise what happened this AM, someone called me (mr. past), i'm not already used talking with him, though we seldom communicate... what really surprises me was he'll just call on this early morning, just to ask me if i can join him in his daily "routine"...jogging! hahaha...weird ka gd ya! i know we've been doing that, but it was so looooooooong ago...hello, im not avoiding you, para ano?  honestly, there's still about a percent left inside, but it doesnt matter now...well, wondering why i dont want to go with you for a jog? I'd rather have my long sleep, than jog for an hour on the track...it's not that i dont want to go with you, it's just that my feet were so "heavy", and another reason, im not doing that already G...maybe next time...hahaha...(kun ari ka pa d sa Philippines eh)....or you can invite someone else, if you like! haha&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/18068057-3930420276000256047?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3930420276000256047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3930420276000256047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3930420276000256047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3930420276000256047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-free-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4423685797390953261</id><published>2007-05-13T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:55:56.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your Best Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="entry-content"&gt;   &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Who is your best friend?...How long does you friendship last?...Mostly we find best friends while enjoying happy childhood or surviving through agonies of adolescence…as there are much more chances for having pastime and experiences together…Who is the best, the most skilful at friend's finding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Children…First of all child loves and accepts he himself completely and unconditionally and he loves the entire world at the same way…Children don't make any social or economic distinctions, they CAN enjoy life as it is… It's easy to find a friend – every person on the Earth can be your friend…"Let's be friends" – that is all…very easy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Youth – awkward age…it's a base for our future. Youth is inclined to find a friend with shared interests or activities then the friendships gradually develop into mutual trust, openness, affection and loyalty. We like people who share our attitudes and values. When someone agrees with us or makes the same chooses we have made, we gain confidence in our own views. Here we need find friends to build our confidence. Well…it's good when the friendships are built on healthy principles…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Getting adult we enter complicated world and both we ourselves and all the surroundings are getting more and more difficult to deal with, to understand, because of involving a lot of different circumstances. There is a tend for finding companionship of those of the same economic status and level of education. If we're going to get the best out of people and build relationships usefully we need to have good communication skills. Why it is so important both for finding a friend and building a firm foundation for prospective friendships in future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;What are you doing while meeting your friends?...Talking!!!...And it's not just exchange by information…much more…exchange by emotions, feelings…share of a part of your lives…How to find the best friend whom we can talk to for hours?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Friendship is a long conversation. Indeed, the ability to generate good talk is the most promising indication, during the uncertain early stages, that a possible friendship will take hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;The first important technique is to master the art of good talk. This requires just two simple tools. The first is a listening ear. Some people are especially skilled at opening others up. They readily elicit intimacy because they listen well. Good listeners genuinely convey interest in understanding the other person, they accept the person's feelings without interruption, and they empathize by trying to see the world from that person’s point of view. These are the skills of good listener: sincerity, acceptance, and empathy. People are really charmed being aware that simply offering the standard issue question "So, what do you do?" followed by comments and questions can show real interest in their personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4423685797390953261?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4423685797390953261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4423685797390953261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4423685797390953261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-comments-and-graphics-at-pyzamcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-2920086298386508172</id><published>2007-05-08T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:01:21.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just heard from my bestfriend that he'll be going to singapore...one question entered into my mind...is it for good? i think so (he'd been telling me that...so what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally over with you, anyway...i guess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what else can i say...i guess, God bless and see you in the next future....tsktsktsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-2920086298386508172?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/2920086298386508172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=2920086298386508172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2920086298386508172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2920086298386508172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-heard-from-my-bestfriend-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8291666136339353648</id><published>2007-05-04T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:59:04.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FallIn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FALLIN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; I'm afraid to fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  And I don't know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  I'm jealous of the people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  Are not afraid to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; It's just that I recall&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was small&lt;br /&gt;Someone promised&lt;br /&gt;that they'd  catch me&lt;br /&gt;And then they let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And now I'm fallin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Fallin' fast again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Why do I always take a fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; When I fall in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think by now I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Play with fire you get burned&lt;br /&gt;But fire can be also warm&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Turn and walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's what I should do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; My head says go and find the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; My heart says I'll find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And now I'm fallin', fallin’  fast again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Why do I always take a fall when I fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It always  turns out the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Loving  someone,  losing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Only got me  to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Help me im  fallin fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Catch me if  you can&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I'll have it all&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll take it after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Maybe this  time I won’t fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When I fall  in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHAT'S WITH THIS SONG? I DON'T KNOW....FOR ALMOST A WEEK THIS SONG KEEPS ON PLAYING IN MY MIND...HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FREE FALL? HOPE NOT! I'VE BEEN AVOIDING THAT FOR SO LONG, COZ IT'S NOT  RIGHT TO PLAY YOUR GAME...YOUR STUPID GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JUST LEAVE ME AT PEACE! THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8291666136339353648?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8291666136339353648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8291666136339353648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8291666136339353648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8291666136339353648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/fallin.html' title='FallIn!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4332042237344485105</id><published>2007-05-03T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:06:57.885+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite a little bit different...it's my 1st week of being a PGI.  if you'll going to ask me why? well first and foremost, we're no longer using our white uniforms instead we're already using white coat...well i'm going to miss it! Second, DR. was already attached to our names, though still unofficial coz we still have to take a licensure exam. Third, the sense of responsibility is greater compared to a Junior Intern...i dont know, maybe because you must be an example to them...&lt;br /&gt;i was once a JI before, and i really looked to up to my PGI, aside that they're more senior to me, just a one year experience ahead of me , tells a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can I say about my first week of being a PGI? CHALLENGING! ENJOYING! PRESSURED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4332042237344485105?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4332042237344485105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4332042237344485105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4332042237344485105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4332042237344485105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/05/quite-little-bit-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4193525250876915324</id><published>2007-04-28T02:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:26:43.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'm just a little bit nervous...another step... another stage i'm going to face...3 days from now, im going to start my PGIship...i know, i'm already familiar with the environment as well as the people i'm going to work with...i know, i'm not the only one who's feels, a little bit nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4193525250876915324?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4193525250876915324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4193525250876915324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4193525250876915324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4193525250876915324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-im-just-little-bit-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-5453720981931309441</id><published>2007-04-23T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:43:28.997+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='langub'/><title type='text'>times of refreshing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rit1rhJeE3I/AAAAAAAAADA/AkeJYN0t7EY/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264397146428274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rit1rhJeE3I/AAAAAAAAADA/AkeJYN0t7EY/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunset...beach...a peaceful place...i guess it was a perfect place for clearing up my mind after toxic life inside the hospital, though i'm already used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess it must be the place, that had made me silent and think about my future...you were right doc! it's a good place for pondering...everything were so calm, as if time runs so slow, that i must not be in a hurry...that i'll take one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the sunset on the beach always made me sad, for some reasons and i dont have to elaborate on it... but this time, it was not... it was a time to refresh, recollect, and renew my mind and heart...no time for teary eyes and heavy heart, i guess it was already swallowed by the waves...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-5453720981931309441?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/5453720981931309441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=5453720981931309441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5453720981931309441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/5453720981931309441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_22.html' title='times of refreshing'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rit1rhJeE3I/AAAAAAAAADA/AkeJYN0t7EY/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3520651013921034150</id><published>2007-04-16T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:45:20.693+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RizW1BJeE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/i_LsCgoPS2Q/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056652687959790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RizW1BJeE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/i_LsCgoPS2Q/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graduation day was finally over…I know this is not the end but merely the beginning of the fulfillment of my dreams…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Years spent on the 4 corners of MARTS were finally over ... time really fly so fast, that we are now about to face the real world of medicine, though we were already exposed to it for almost a year during our clerkship…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was walking in the aisle, I can’t help myself but to think back on the days or years were everything was so far of reach…I admit, I don’t belong to the upper class…I am just an average student…hmm with autistic personality .. Haha …all I have was a very supportive family, ambitious dream, friends, and God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I really don’t know where I’m heading for… at first I thought I was called to become a missionary (my close friends knew it), but one of my friends told me, isn’t it the most perfect way of touching the lives of the people…so that was it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Medicine was not that easy…I know all of us had our ups and downs; we’ve created our own defenses just to survive, built new friendship that had somehow made us a better person; underwent trials that have made us strong; experienced circumstances that have somehow test our personalities and had somehow made us think to give up; there maybe broken relationships, sacrifices… But I know, it was worth the race…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m so blessed and feel lucky for choosing this arena…I thank God for letting all these things happen into my life…without Him I am nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;To my family especially to my parents&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have gone through so many different stages, changing ideas and goals, while searching for the right kind of life for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were always ready to help me at all times. It must have seemed like I would never follow one straight path…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I know what I’m doing and where I am heading, I can only show you my extreme appreciation for your support and love by being true to all the ideals and values that you have taught me…I WILL LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU FOREVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;To my friends&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thank you for being there all the time… from my lowliest and to the happiest point of my life, you’re always there… I’m so thankful for accepting me without conditions…the friendship you had offered is precious treasure I can never exchange for something…whatever we have shared, it may be bad experiences or good ones, all those times were worth to be cherished, I have no regrets or whatsoever for knowing you all…congratulations guys! We still had a long, long way to go…so many trials that will test the strength of our friendship, but I believe what we have is enough to surpass it…God bless us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;To our mentors&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for imparting the knowledge; for believing in us though sometimes we don’t give our best; for pushing us beyond our limits…thank you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3520651013921034150?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3520651013921034150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3520651013921034150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3520651013921034150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3520651013921034150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RizW1BJeE4I/AAAAAAAAADI/i_LsCgoPS2Q/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-7543002570538255582</id><published>2007-04-13T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:23:44.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=64000540&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/SS/A0F7-1.gif?id=64000540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=64000540"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=64000540"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-7543002570538255582?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/7543002570538255582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=7543002570538255582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/7543002570538255582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/7543002570538255582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-8204031916942456413</id><published>2007-04-11T22:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:05:18.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle all my problems at once&lt;/span&gt;. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be happy&lt;/span&gt;. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires, I will take my "luck" as it comes, and fit myself to it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will try to strengthen my mind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will exercise my soul in three ways&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out&lt;/span&gt;; if anybody knows of it, it will not count.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will do a least two things I don't want to do--just for exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not     show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be agreeable&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, keep my voice low, be courteous, criticize not one bit. I won't find fault with anything, nor try to improve or regulate anybody but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a program&lt;/span&gt;. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax&lt;/span&gt;. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RhzZ8YmSZvI/AAAAAAAAACw/S7mwH3EnGOc/s1600-h/footprints-R16707~100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-8204031916942456413?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/8204031916942456413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=8204031916942456413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8204031916942456413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/8204031916942456413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-for-today.html' title='JUST FOR TODAY'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4131364275587856462</id><published>2007-04-09T01:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:41:18.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my visualDNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C818655.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-0455EFC.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-24AB72BD.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5C7BD10.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-54780884.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_79AFF11D.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3B3CA847.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7D3E11DD.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=499843-fb86&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=499843-fb86&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4131364275587856462?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4131364275587856462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4131364275587856462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4131364275587856462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4131364275587856462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title='my visualDNA'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4149404836997877702</id><published>2007-04-08T00:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:33:39.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>C-L-E-R-K-S-H-I-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RhevGwwulBI/AAAAAAAAACg/ILcKaS_Szcc/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RhevGwwulBI/AAAAAAAAACg/ILcKaS_Szcc/s400/DSC03475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050698037822657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;Clerkship had already passed, all I can say is that it was worth the time and tears... With my 1 year experience inside the hospital, I feel that 5 years have added up to my age... What I mean is that, it had made me mature…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;April 1…marked the changed of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whew! I was really scared and somehow confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Confused? Yep! A little bit confused… I don’t know why at this point of my life I questioned myself if I was really unto this field of endeavor…but something is pushing me to go on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;First 2 weeks in IM rotation was full of adjustment and crying times…it was a test of my whole being…but as days went by, when adjustment period was over, everything runs smoothly, though I have collected piles of extension…but it was on this rotation that have awaken me to be more responsible to every actions I make…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;With the bulk of patients they have been receiving every day, I really salute to the residents on how they have managed the patients...Just imagine, when the clock strikes at 5:00pm only 2 medical residents on duty will be left inside the hospital…one will be manning the E.R, the other is in-charge of the ward not only the ward but also the ICU, and the referrals from other department…wheeew!!! Where do they get their energy!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;Here comes Community rotation…a test of being independent…it was on this rotation, that I have learned to be independent…it may be a city away from where I reside, but I have come to taste a life living away from my family... it’s not just about living away from home that have made me more responsible with my actions…it was the responsibility given to me/us to be a doctor to the barrios…it was fun yet I have to be more careful with my actions and most especially in giving medications…community rotation was full of adventure, fun, and life…but one thing I can say, being a doctor? We can never run away from responsibilities…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;Surgery…back to hospital life! After 2 months break…here we go again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A test of my dexterity…I admit I really found a hard time handling instruments using my left hand…but I enjoyed suturing…a 2-month rotation in surgery had enabled me to enjoy the life of being a surgeon, the life inside the O.R...Being a surgeon was not that easy…just imagine, the life of the patient depends on your hands…just one wrong move during the operation, then the life of the patient is a disaster…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;Pediatrics…a mini IM, as the past rotators may call it…yep! Quite the same…but what made it so different is that you can never extract history from children, we’re lucky if they they’ll answer our questions…that’s why the participation of the parents is very helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What made the pediatrics rotation interesting is that they are not that complicated compared to adults…?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;Minors….quite similar to surgery, but they are now more focused on their areas of specialty…I admit, this was less toxic compared to my other rotations but cases were so interesting…it was only in this rotation were I had stayed in the O.R for about 5 hours... I admit, I don’t like staying at the O.R for too long… for me 2 hours is enough…I don’t know, maybe it’s because I easily got asleep during the procedures…but don’t get me wrong! I really had a great time…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;OB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt; rotation… tests for my adrenalin…a from duty status is a from duty status…laya gd c rhea!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, OB-Gyne rotation had made me stronger…after a bad experience…I learned my lesson and that is to be more careful… I really found a hard time gaining my confidence…again the feeling of quitting sunk in again…but someone made me realized, things that are happening to me are just instruments…in order for me to be more careful and responsible…I was so grateful to the residents for helping me to conquer my fears….” A new baby born signifies how beautiful life is, despite the difficulties, that life must be cherished and enjoyed…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;All I can say, clerkship is fun and worth to be remembered!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/18068057-4149404836997877702?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4149404836997877702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4149404836997877702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4149404836997877702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4149404836997877702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/04/c-l-e-r-k-s-h-i-p.html' title='C-L-E-R-K-S-H-I-P'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RhevGwwulBI/AAAAAAAAACg/ILcKaS_Szcc/s72-c/DSC03475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-6478839735079142531</id><published>2007-03-28T00:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:32:04.052+10:00</updated><title type='text'>why become a doctor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess it had to do with joining as a human being a unique profession which is given by society tremendous challenges, responsibilities and permissions to other humans and which is given to noone else. We can hold the comfort but also the life of others in our own hands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is the good feeling from doing good to someone but also the wonder and excitement (even to the point of raising gooseflesh) of making emotional and spiritual contact with your patient.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-6478839735079142531?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/6478839735079142531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=6478839735079142531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/6478839735079142531'/><link 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missent message....what's wrong for not updating him with my life now?  as if  things really matters to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being in an autistic mode for some time had realy made me realize one thing in life...that i should never depend my happiness to someone...happiness is just within...happiness is something that is not so hard find...if we're only contented with our life.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-1622985589530876646?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/1622985589530876646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=1622985589530876646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that, it was fun and worth of my time...though it was a short period of rotation, i have realized something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....that there are so many things i have to read on...(hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....practice my intubation...(hahaha...failed my 4 intubations) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....that i should learn to stand on my own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....that whatever i do, i must enjoy and give my best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....everyday is another day to face...another experiences in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....there's life inside and outside hospital if you'll just enjoy everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....i should be responsible for my actions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;....be ready... always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;with just a short time, i have come to taste my life again...my life 11 months ago...but no crying moments this time...hahaha...i have no regrets for choosing IM as my electives...it was WORTH enjoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot docs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rf1d9GJmU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ps3_cTEexxs/s1600-h/RENEGADELOGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043290461929100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rf1d9GJmU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ps3_cTEexxs/s400/RENEGADELOGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-2861626994830501661?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/2861626994830501661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=2861626994830501661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2861626994830501661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/2861626994830501661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-weeks-rotation-in-department-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rf1d9GJmU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ps3_cTEexxs/s72-c/RENEGADELOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3676332320998052409</id><published>2007-02-23T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:12:44.192+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just 1 bottle of beer...then another 1...wooohhh...until everyone was a little bit drunk...well, for some  just for the sake of enjoyment but for me it was some kind of escaping from what i've been thinking for the past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing that always comes into my mind...what if it will happen again? i was sitting on our sofa, having a nap, i was from duty then when my mom told me about her decision of being separated...that was the most painful moment i ever had...everything suddenly comes rushing into my mind...am i prepared  of this life?  of course  not! coz i never imagined living a life...a broken one! after hearing what she said to us, i cant help myself, i just stood up and went inside the room and cry (i really hate crying in front of them and i'm not used to it)...NIGHTMARE!!!&lt;br /&gt; it was really hard to act normally as if nothing had happened especially when you have no one to tell your heartaches...i told myself that everything will be fine...i know it will...but it was really hard! my body was so drained physically because of duty plus emotionally i was really drained... all i can do is just pray and pray, begging Him to give me strength...I should be strong for the sake of my family....&lt;br /&gt;my father didnt went home for about 3 weeks...i havent seen him that long, last year...very frustrating and depressing christmas....just another escape from reality,  i was spending christmas at the hospital, status? on duty...&lt;br /&gt;for that past days, life was so dragging! at last i found him....i was never used of confronting or having some heart to heart talks, but i have no choice..i should have to talk to my dad...my heart was so full of anger then, but i cant let it show...he's my dad anyway...&lt;br /&gt;if there was one gift i had received from God...it was the day when my father went home...though it really takes time for healing, i hope and i pray that the time will come that i'll forget what had happened...i really thank God for bringing my family back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why it keeps entering into my mind...TRAUMA???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3676332320998052409?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3676332320998052409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3676332320998052409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3676332320998052409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3676332320998052409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/nightmare.html' title='NIGHTMARE!!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3444085010693141690</id><published>2007-02-18T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:34:31.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friends were already talking about graduation day and being a PGI...me? quite nervous...i dont know why? maybe because it's another milestone to pass...just hearing there experiences makes me smile and looked back to what i have gone through also...10 months of internship had already passed and it's still fresh on my mind that the first 2 weeks of my first rotation in medicine that i kept on crying and telling my parents that i want to quit med school...how stupid i was at that moment thinking about those silly things....just looking back at it makes me smile and ask myself, what if i really quitted? then there's this only one answer i had...if i did, then i wouldnt be enjoying my life, the way i am enjoying right now...&lt;br /&gt;internship is pretty much tiring but if you just enjoy it, it becomes fun and full of learnings...this stage have really made me mature and somehow confident of myself....&lt;br /&gt;if you'll ask me if i'm enjoying my life right now, despite hardworks...of course i am!  i will never get tired of thanking those persons who had helped me surpass those tough times...i'm so glad that i have met them, and because of them part of myself was uncovered and had made me realized that i can do things that before i never thought i could do it....thanks a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3444085010693141690?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3444085010693141690/comments/default' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4741829775416001162</id><published>2007-02-17T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:31:58.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess there's just a point in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;where i just have to accept that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;not everything i wished or hoped for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a time when i just hae to gather up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the courage to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and just entrust everything to God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;knowing He wont allow me to be in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the sake of hurtin' but for the sake of learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one day i will truly understand that he knows me more than i know myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that even when i feel alone and misuderstood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and even sometimes unloved and used,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there is still someone who knows all my flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet loves me unconditionally like no human can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4741829775416001162?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4741829775416001162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4741829775416001162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4741829775416001162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4741829775416001162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-guess-theres-just-point-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-387984266267251258</id><published>2007-02-08T22:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:45:22.155+10:00</updated><title type='text'>from duty!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RcsYnLIdfbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/O8yWWD-f1TE/s1600-h/Frm+duty+status.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RcsYnLIdfbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/O8yWWD-f1TE/s400/Frm+duty+status.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029140470171532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from duty status....i like the feeling being on this status.  the good thing on a from duty status is that you can  freely sleep now...but you know what i hated most? it's on this status that i really found a hard time sleeping...hahaha...blame it to the adrenaline....it takes a span of time in order for me to be half asleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what's the solution? of course just an earphone and listen to a mellow music then by and by  i'm already on  GCS  3.... &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/18068057-387984266267251258?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/387984266267251258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=387984266267251258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/387984266267251258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/387984266267251258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-duty-status.html' title='from duty!!!'/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/RcsYnLIdfbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/O8yWWD-f1TE/s72-c/Frm+duty+status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-4428320417046161884</id><published>2007-02-06T04:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:21:49.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rcd0U8gmSLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yB4PKKSdghg/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rcd0U8gmSLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yB4PKKSdghg/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028115412171507890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life is indeed full of contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's crazy to be sane, you need to fall to fly, people suffer because you care.  you have to unlearn to tknow the lessons, you have to give up because you're strong, you have to be wrong to make things right. &lt;br /&gt;nonetheles, life's complexities are also life's source of beuty.  we should cry to laugh again, and get hurt to love again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-4428320417046161884?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/4428320417046161884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=4428320417046161884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4428320417046161884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/4428320417046161884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-indeed-full-of-contradictions.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Rcd0U8gmSLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yB4PKKSdghg/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-3432288120938728998</id><published>2007-02-06T02:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:44:23.489+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you made me sick!!!!  i should not supposed to feel this way... i told mysef to move on, but y cant i? maybe it was the word "forever" that u have told me before...duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid i am to cling to what you have told me before... "forever" may just be a split of a second to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with your smile, that every time i see it, i tell myself, wish i can have you back...(but i know it wont happen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i was wrong upon deciding...maybe it's just hard to let go of someone, who had really changed and touched your life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-3432288120938728998?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/3432288120938728998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=3432288120938728998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3432288120938728998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/3432288120938728998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-made-me-sick-i-should-not-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-117051090524853654</id><published>2007-02-03T23:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:55:05.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1759/1600/43968/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1759/320/762206/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as the sun sets down, i ask myself, did i made a right choice? or is this the kind of life i'm looking for? as i spent my day to day life in the hospital, i slowly understand..that everything and everyone must be tested on fire so that they will realized there worth in life...&lt;br /&gt;i admit, there are still times that i want to quit, that i do still shed tears, that i still doubt with my decision in entering the arena of medicine...but as hospital life continues, as i encounter different faces, different individuals, i realized...this is the kind of life i'm looking for...&lt;br /&gt;being a doctor is not just a profession...its more than that... as an intern i learned that even just a little time spent to an old patient, or just a short conversation with them, it really means a lot to them.  someone told me, "treat every patient you see as a person and with respect.  it's more gratifying that they'll remember you for goodness, than receiving a salary."  being a doctor means you have the power to touch someones life... it may be great or small..&lt;br /&gt;so as the day closes, i told myself..."this is the life i'm looking for...i have no regrets or whatsoever for choosing this kind of life...i may have lost something. but i know everything's worth it...to those who have been with me in my trying times, i thank you guys....to those who have shared words of wisdom during my weakest point, i will always be thankful to you...&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/18068057-117051090524853654?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/117051090524853654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=117051090524853654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/117051090524853654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/117051090524853654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-sun-sets-down-i-ask-myself-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-117050987710271118</id><published>2007-02-03T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:37:57.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;times we've spent together, kept on rushing into my mind..and i had this question hanging on my mind, why those happy moments we  had and dreams we had shared was just ruined?  Was it my fault that i chose medicine over you?  your'e so selfish then...i cant let you stay, because you have your plans too, that's why i let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But dont get me wrong! i had no regrets on  choosing medicine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in  fact, i had so many realizations  in  life, it made me more mature, and most of all  it had opened my mind to the reality that everything in this world is not permanent, that i should not depend my life to anybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;letting you go was never that easy...you 're the only one that  i have shared my dreams and ambitions..remember the time when  i graduated m college?  you  asked me  if  im still going to pursue my dream on becoming a doctor, i really had a hard time thingking about  it..now, these questions keep haunting my mind... what  if  i never  chose medicine?  could things be the same for both of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the residents told me and i think she's right...there's only one thing i should have to do in order to move on...FORGIVE MYSELF..forgive myself not because i chose my ambition over you, i should have to forgive myself because somehow in the course of our relationship, there were times that i haven't done my part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;now things had already  changed! you have moved on, you had your life now, which for sure i was never included..hahaha...and i have mine too...i hope time will come....that i can face you with confidence and say that  im over you...that i have build my world without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-117050987710271118?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/117050987710271118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=117050987710271118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/117050987710271118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/117050987710271118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2007/02/times-weve-spent-together-kept-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-115460037211546112</id><published>2006-08-03T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:19:32.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/harrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/320/harrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18068057-115460037211546112?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/115460037211546112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=115460037211546112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/115460037211546112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/115460037211546112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113967060626349596</id><published>2006-02-12T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:10:06.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/hand3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/320/hand3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113967060626349596?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113967060626349596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113967060626349596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113967060626349596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113967060626349596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113962257128162719</id><published>2006-02-11T11:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:49:31.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/320/sha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113962257128162719?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113962257128162719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113962257128162719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113962257128162719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113962257128162719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113962134624409329</id><published>2006-02-11T11:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:33:17.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/320/eh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wise men say that time Is the physician of a broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the scars that are left behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are there forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me to feel, again and again&lt;br /&gt;As I travel this lonely road of life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say prayers of hope, begging my God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to let the scars Grow so tough and callous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I can no longer feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113962134624409329?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113962134624409329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113962134624409329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113962134624409329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113962134624409329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2006/02/wise-men-say-that-time-is-physician-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113894914638564241</id><published>2006-02-03T16:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:45:46.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/stethoscope.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/400/stethoscope.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113894914638564241?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113894914638564241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113894914638564241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113894914638564241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113894914638564241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113297877805502702</id><published>2005-11-26T14:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:20:58.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/1600/ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1759/320/ako.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113297877805502702?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113297877805502702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113297877805502702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113297877805502702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113297877805502702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113272176532080000</id><published>2005-11-23T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:36:22.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The suffering feeds on my innocence, it makes me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They told me not to love you, but I guess I'll never learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The first day I saw you it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm living in hell but i have no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But i know that somewhere someone hears my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I thought i knew it all, i thought i had it all but i feel it slipping away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How could it end this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In this dream that's haunting me&lt;br /&gt; My nightmare has become my reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like an angel fallen through the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know that somewhere someone sees my cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where's the helping hand is this my final stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The hole in my heart cause the hole in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now they left me for dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm down for the final count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart now blackened its bleeding tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Can't they see my suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Or just can't see it from this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't have much to live for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113272176532080000?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113272176532080000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113272176532080000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113272176532080000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113272176532080000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/suffering-feeds-on-my-innocence-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113152774168181451</id><published>2005-11-09T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:08:55.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outside lines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;over the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beyond extremes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;when you think i'm bound to stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have only just begun to love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you beyond 100% and i dont hold anything back..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a lot of times i have experienced the feeling of loneliness and emptiness, but HIS promise made me feel so happy...that even if the world would turn away from me, i still have &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who would never turn HIS back...who would hide me in the cleft of HIS wings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have doubted HIS plans for me so I kept on searching for what i thought was meant for me...but each day I live HE slowly unveils what HE had prepared...my heart was made to answer HIS calling...i was called to serve HIM, it may be in some other ways...i have found peace in responding to HIS deep calling...i may not have responded to the highest calling....a healer souls... but i responded to the deep calling...a healer of my fellowmen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113152774168181451?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113152774168181451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113152774168181451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113152774168181451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113152774168181451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-you-outside-lines-over-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113142485503505541</id><published>2005-11-08T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:40:55.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A New Start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a new &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have changed its &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time to forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the wrongs have fallen into the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its &lt;strong&gt;time to move on at long last&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bridges have fallen bridges have been built &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have been lost, things have been gained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That was lost I hope can be found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new dawn is breaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new era is beckoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A new start, a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113142485503505541?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113142485503505541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113142485503505541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142485503505541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142485503505541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-start-new-beginning-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113142304346457528</id><published>2005-11-08T13:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:10:43.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If ever there's a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you need a friend to listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If ever someone can reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To dry the tears that glisten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113142304346457528?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113142304346457528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113142304346457528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142304346457528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142304346457528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-ever-theres-moment-when-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068057.post-113142119311578984</id><published>2005-11-08T13:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:43:23.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i look back on this road i've traveled....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've seen so many times, God carry me through....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if there's one thing that i've learned in my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is true to His promise!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068057-113142119311578984?l=rhea1419.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/feeds/113142119311578984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068057&amp;postID=113142119311578984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142119311578984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068057/posts/default/113142119311578984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhea1419.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-i-look-back-on-this-road-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhea Joy Tabujara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522843997460034481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S1cXYyL2GA/Ry7GuRDz8yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RlJNR5LROWY/s400/117400020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
