<?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-7179898675508853050</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:13:44.918-07:00</updated><category term='...'/><title type='text'>-a dEi tO dEi Lyf-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-2547646674579906675</id><published>2009-12-24T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:27:37.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is HIS and not his</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SzRpX-4W_7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9QOhMi1N77c/s1600-h/the-nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SzRpX-4W_7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9QOhMi1N77c/s320/the-nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419072112370843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's been months since I last blogged about anything. Guess am too busy with my senior life, I forgot that I actually have a blog to fill. Well anyway, what's important is that I'm here, not just for a simple and ordinary blog, but something SPECIAL..REALLY SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 25th of December today you guys!!! It's definitely not just any other day but today is the birthday of a very special SOMEONE in my life, and yours too...(I hope). Today is the birthday of JESUS CHRIST himself. The ONE who sacrificed himself for the sake of us, HIS people. This is the time of the year when we get to decorate our houses with lots of CHRISTmas lights, flowers, and garlands too. This is also the time of the season when we get to exchange gifts and get our families together. This is the time for us to be jolly. But is it just that, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we tend to forget the real spirit of CHRISTmas, for what we know now is that, CHRISTmas would be nothing without gifts and moreover...SANTA CLAUS. I just can't seem to understand why parents try to raise their kids in the belief that such "bulky old man" exists. Moreover, what I hate about it, is that, that same "old bulky man" with "imaginary gifts" for "the kids" seems to be the star of CHRISTmas when he's NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, whatever happened to telling children stories about the NATIVITY. Oh, and that song too...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;away in a manger, no crib for a bed...the little LORD JESUS laid down his sweet head...the stars&lt;/span&gt; in the night sky looked down where he lays...the little LORD JESUS asleep on the hay...the cattles are lowing the BABY awakes...but little LORD JESUS no crying HE makes. I expect that more than "hohoho". Sigh...it's just sad that kids tend to wait more of him than of HIM when HE is really the star of the event. I just hope that more and more people would be enlightened of the true meaning of CHRISTmas which is not just about gifts and not just for kids. I just hope that more and more people would come to realize that CHRISTmas is all about the deep LOVE and FORGIVENESS for EVERYONE. It is all about SIMPLICITY and it is all about CHRIST...for today is HIS...and NOT his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-2547646674579906675?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2547646674579906675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=2547646674579906675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/2547646674579906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/2547646674579906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-his-and-not-his.html' title='Today is HIS and not his'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SzRpX-4W_7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9QOhMi1N77c/s72-c/the-nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-2744600574563656844</id><published>2008-11-03T03:07:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:08:14.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;After weeks of hard training, at last, came the most awaited day; the day of the competition…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Yep, I will never forget that day. We all woke up even before the sun had risen in order to prepare for that event. We slept only for few hours for that, but then, it was great to know that everything was worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pressure. This is one word that aroused the group. We all thought that we went through so many things in order to be there so why let everything go to waste? Right then and there, we were convinced; we were there not just to perform, but to &lt;b style=""&gt;win&lt;/b&gt;. We were nervous, alright? But then, those prayers really worked well for us. They’re right, expect for a great show once you offer that thing to the Lord; and so we did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Enjoy. This is the most important factor in doing something. Once you enjoy a thing, you are sure to succeed. With enjoyment comes passion, commitment, love and determination which will bring one to success. This, I believe, paved our way through triumph. Everything really felt great especially now that we had a taste of great victory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-2744600574563656844?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2744600574563656844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=2744600574563656844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/2744600574563656844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/2744600574563656844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/taste-of-victory.html' title='A Taste of Victory'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-1511753135330177624</id><published>2008-11-03T03:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:09:38.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Winning Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;Five thousand four hundred seventy-five days ago today, I had proven myself to be a determined doer rather than an idle dreamer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;A pleasant afternoon to all!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;Seventy five percent of you here, I believe, complain about your high Meralco bills then NOT do anything about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let's be honest, who among you feels that you are paying too much?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very sure that many of you complained when you received your last bill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You whined as if it was the government who did not turn off the TV; GMA who forgot to shut down the computer and MERALCO who chose to sleep longer inside an air conditioned room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, trust me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We pay high MERALCO bills because we consume a lot of electricity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;I am standing here in front of you to coerce you and to make your bill lower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure that every one of us would like to make this happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, how do we do this? How do we lead the consumers towards efficient lighting for a brighter future? Let me present a few things to you. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Things that I hope you'll consider doing—because I'm telling you, these days, we demand for more hard cash in our pockets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;Let us start with something very basic; &lt;b style=""&gt;when you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;don't need it turn it off. &lt;/b&gt;As simple as that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, something very elementary, but is something forgotten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe some of you would even go home today and realize that you forgot to turn off the lights at the garage before you went in this gathering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It could happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Going to the bathroom to pee? You don't really need a light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try it, it even make peeing more eventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peeing inside a dark room is not that bad unless you believe in ghosts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turn it off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don't be lazy to come back and turn off the fan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every peso counts...TURN IT OFF!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;Second rule,&lt;b style=""&gt; Share&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have you heard that you could actually install those fans and use only one air condition to keep two rooms cold?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or why not squeeze yourself on a hot night in one room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You did not only conserve electricity but you actually had the time to bond with your family and hear the snore of your dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust me with this—this is something you would share with your children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every member of the family, in one air conditioned room, watching a good film.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Definitely fun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;THIRD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Go old school&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like sinigang and pinangat better when my Mom prepares it inside a clay pot using charcoals or maybe even trying to have lamp shades with those cheap white bulbs instead of fluorescent lights in your bedrooms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This does not only set the mood of your room, but then again, it lowers your MERALCO Bill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;I could go more and say more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take more time to fill your minds with reasons and ways to conserve energy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being educated citizens, we know the concerns of our government regarding electricity. Let us lead the advocacy in saving it. There’s nothing wrong in hoping for a brighter future, but then, hopes would only remain as faint traces of your drive to do something and would stay that way only if you don’t take the initiative to act. We may or may not see that “brighter future” but at least to die knowing that we took part in saving electricity for the next generation’s sake is something that is worth bragging. So now, I dare you to make a move towards betterment; and I dare you to start acting now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Leading the Consumers towards Efficient Lighting for a Brighter Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/7179898675508853050-1511753135330177624?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1511753135330177624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=1511753135330177624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/1511753135330177624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/1511753135330177624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-winning-piece.html' title='My Winning Piece'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-6549035355522691250</id><published>2008-11-03T03:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:11:01.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abduct Helen!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Intramurals ’08 in CNSHS turned a bit upside down upon Helen’s arrival. Who would have thought that freshmen would reign supreme in Volleyball Girl’s division? “That’s impossible!” some may say, but not until today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If there is but one person who made a big name in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;National&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Science&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; today, that’s no other than Helen, the volleyball whiz. She had exerted a great game play in all her battles against their team’s competitors. She was like a rocket who could always be seen everywhere where the ball is. Every game was like one against a batch for Helen really did all the work. She was able to make everything possible inside the court.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Most of the time, you could hear everyone praising Helen. At times, you could even hear players pleading for her to stop playing even for a while. Rumors say that during her sixth grade, this amazing kid had reached Provincial competitions for volleyball. Now, I won’t wonder why she is that good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Truly, Helen is known to be a volleyball history in CNSHS and would reign supreme forever. So for all those who would want to taste victory in the next volleyball league, I guess you guys should start and be one in saying…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ABDUCT HELEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-6549035355522691250?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6549035355522691250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=6549035355522691250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6549035355522691250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6549035355522691250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/abduct-helen.html' title='Abduct Helen!!!'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-4314268744032636082</id><published>2008-11-03T03:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:11:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physique, are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During the opening ceremony of the Intramurals 2008 in CNSHS, the presentation of the muses and escorts was also laid on. The contest was all about their stage presentation and was judged based on their gracefulness in modeling and intelligence in answering questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As they were presented, their teammates could not help but cheer for joy for their candidates. Everyone seemed so amazed by how each of the contestants presented themselves well in front of the judges. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the end, it was the sophomores who reigned supreme. Both their sport was shooting and both of their ramp was amazing, and so with their answers. No doubt, the judges had not made any mistake in choosing this year’s physique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Upon their victory, they are expected to compete for more, including the incoming District Meet. With that, they are once again expected to reign with flying colors. In the near future, they are to summon everyone and say…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Physique, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-4314268744032636082?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4314268744032636082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=4314268744032636082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4314268744032636082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4314268744032636082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/physique-are-you.html' title='Physique, are You?'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-4630312553635508384</id><published>2008-11-03T03:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:11:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Can Do, Girls Can Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In this year’s intramurals, there came a twist in some field in sports. Those which formerly, was a game for men alone, was now opened for both sexes. It was quite unusual and, at the same time, exciting for everyone especially for those who are to compete. Who would not be? Imagine, everyone would not only be able to watch men in the basketball and sepak takraw court, but women too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As expected, the games turned out to be so fun. Imagine, those women whom everyone thought to be so “filipina” and so finesse turned out to be somewhat masculine too. Everyone was kicking and hitting the sepak balls like a man and shooting, dribbling and stealing balls like a man. The different teams cheered for those in courts and enjoyed like there will never be tomorrow. Indeed, enjoyment was really seen much in there faces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What was so good about this is that sportsmanship and camaraderie was very much seen arousing in everyone’s team. The boys served as the girl’s coaches and vice versa. At the end, the winners always accept victory with humbleness and the losers accept defeat the way they should be. Truly, this intramurals had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;taught much lesson to everyone, a lesson worth keeping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7179898675508853050-4630312553635508384?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4630312553635508384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=4630312553635508384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4630312553635508384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4630312553635508384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-can-do-girls-can-too.html' title='Boys Can Do, Girls Can Too'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-1921227160359172928</id><published>2008-07-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:33:10.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>aDoRaBlE a$ yOu arE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SIY_mczhQnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lwu2hZtbhzg/s1600-h/1_216755237l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225934347409900146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SIY_mczhQnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lwu2hZtbhzg/s320/1_216755237l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always admired how my dad sets himself as a good example to us, his children. He never fails to push us to be someone whom he knows would be an effective leader someday. My dad has always been a sort of brother to us for he always sees to it that we enjoy much leisure time together, just like what friends and most siblings do. But, never did he forget his limitations and so did we. He said that he wanted us to learn on how to adjust with people whom we are to be with and learn on how to never make our heads to big for our hats through his simple way of teaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eversince I had a mind of my own, I had always always seen much determination and hardwork within my dad. I could still perfectly remember the time when I first asked my dad on why was he so focussed in his work and why wass he so business minded. I remember him answer everything definitely and said: "That is because this is who I want you three to be." From that, I have been convinced that my dad is really doing everything that he could for the betterment of our future. But despite all those busy days for work, he always sees to it that he has enough time to pray and attend mass together with the whole family every Sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most children fail to admire the hardworks and strictness of their dads at times, but as for me, I have every reason in the world not to do so. I know that in time, I would look back and thank my dad for being that someone in my life for he is one of the reasons for my being. I love him for who he is and I idolize him for always being a true person and no matter what happens, I know that he will always be the BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Thanks dad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-1921227160359172928?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1921227160359172928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=1921227160359172928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/1921227160359172928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/1921227160359172928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-always-admired-how-my-dad-sets.html' title='aDoRaBlE a$ yOu arE...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SIY_mczhQnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lwu2hZtbhzg/s72-c/1_216755237l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-3716928812005282565</id><published>2008-07-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:48:23.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iNsPirAtiONaL qUoTe 4 ThE dAy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHMbmAN5bEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT777Bq4O8g/s1600-h/1_951498242l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220546732759804994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHMbmAN5bEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT777Bq4O8g/s320/1_951498242l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wealth won't bring success in one's life if that wealth was a product of something one doesn't enjoy...Success is all about fulfilling your real dreams and knowing within you that what brought you to wherever you are right now is what you have been dreaming of doing for, eversince..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...inspired by Jam Vhille Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for letting me realize all these Kuya Jam!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-3716928812005282565?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3716928812005282565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=3716928812005282565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/3716928812005282565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/3716928812005282565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspirational-quote-4-day.html' title='iNsPirAtiONaL qUoTe 4 ThE dAy...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHMbmAN5bEI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT777Bq4O8g/s72-c/1_951498242l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-6932561222125870267</id><published>2008-07-06T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:42:05.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wHen God'S LigHt dEsCEndeD uPoN mE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHCuk7jngyI/AAAAAAAAABc/-mL-SCvVqG0/s1600-h/ever1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219863917608010530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHCuk7jngyI/AAAAAAAAABc/-mL-SCvVqG0/s320/ever1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that such a day would come to my life. I never realized that what I have been seeing in television alone, would come to reality through me. It was such a day wherein I thought that I was to consider it normal, just like my daily morning Monday routines. Sadly, it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was bright and the sun had risen, striking its rays on us all, making every edge of the court as hot as it could be. There I was, with all my other friends and classmates, performing the duties being done by all other solemn Filipinos. After such enlightening prayer, the flag was raised. Sweaty enough, I couldn't resist but wipe those perspiration of mine dripping from time to time. At last, we were already close to the end with only an exercise and a CALABARZON routine left. Still, the sun continued to shine on us all as bright as it could shedding much light, now, with greater intense of heat. Being blinded by the light, I tried to close my eyes for a while and bowed down my head. Uncomfortable as I was, slowly, I started to feel an intense stomach ache which was not a thing that I was worrying about a few minutes ago. I tried to ignore it but the intensity seemed to dragged me down on bended knees. I crouched to ease the pain but it just kept on getting worse each time. I'm just thankful that I made it until the end of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked slowly towards our room. I told myself that the first thing that I am to do is sit and let the pain wash out. I was halfway there but I already felt like I could not make it. But then, I told myself that I must and I did. Upon reaching the door, I had this sort of "black out". I could not see anything, then I realized, the sun might have caused migraine in me. Weak as I was, I tried to hold on to the chairs to reach my own, but before I could make it, I felt like a great voltage of electricity ran through my body, from my stomach passing through my heart into my head. From there, it sort of went back and forth from my left to my right part of the brain. I could not ease the pain and the next thing I knew, I had already dropped myself out of control, leaving my body lying on the floor. I was half conscious the whole time, and that was the hard part. All the time, I felt pain within me, I wanted to make it stop but I can't. I wanted to shout, but I don't have energy to do so. All I know was, during that time, I wanted to here someone say "cut" or pinch me and say "wake up", but no one did, for everything was a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was already in the hospital. Upon opening my eyes, I saw a nurse in front of me. He asked me if I was to use a stretcher. I told him I could walk, but in the end, I was down on a wheelchair. They rest me on a stretcher. I heard several different voices talking to me at different intervals of time, but with only same questions to ask. I don't know if I had answered them right. Few hours after, I was already fully conscious. The nurses gave me a medicine to ease the pain, it was quite effective. The doctor had me checked up. Thank God everything seemed normal. They had my blood checked, same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was released out of the hospital at about lunch time. We headed home to take more rest. Upon doing so, I thank God that everything turned out to be fine. But one thing is for sure, I really had a disastrous and traumatizing first day of the week that I surely won't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-6932561222125870267?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6932561222125870267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=6932561222125870267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6932561222125870267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6932561222125870267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-gods-light-descended-on-me.html' title='wHen God&apos;S LigHt dEsCEndeD uPoN mE...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SHCuk7jngyI/AAAAAAAAABc/-mL-SCvVqG0/s72-c/ever1975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-6169862715073960083</id><published>2008-07-01T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:51:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe PuRpOsE oF mY eXisTenCe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGqYq8zYfyI/AAAAAAAAABU/2mehwNwJ4Pk/s1600-h/helping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218150981905710882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGqYq8zYfyI/AAAAAAAAABU/2mehwNwJ4Pk/s320/helping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is what I had brought forth my family when I came into being, and so did everybody. Stress is what I have been giving them from time to time as I grew up, and so did everybody, I guess. Disappointment is partly what I see in them as to who and what I have grown to be; definitely, not everybody. Other than these, what other else could have been my reason for being?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one word, I could tell of..."Service". I have always believed that God made me into life for a certain purpose.I am here because I have a mission given by God; to help and serve my brothers and sisters who are in need. I am here to represent the glory of the Lord. I am here because I am His instrument. Ever since I had developed a mind of my own, I already had a thinking that, maybe, the reason why I have more blessings from God is because I have a mission to share most of it to everyone. It seems like He wants me to make them gross in a way where many are benefitting; and that is through sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of this, I have thought of helping people from different orphanages each year; and I believe that this is a good start. During my birthdays, I go to different orphanages where I visit, feed and give some necessities to my brothers and sisters. Moreover, I give them this feeling of love so as to make them feel that they are not abandoned. The same way, they give me this feeling of great happiness and much fulfillment in my heart, knowing that with my simple way of sharing, I am able to make a hundred people smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another purpose of my existence, I believe, is because I have a message to impart. That is: helping is not limited to other people alone, definitely not by artists and those rich people alone. Everyone could give a hand to anyone. Helping need not actually be feeding a thousand people or giving a home to those who has none. It can be done in even simpler ways like assisting aged people in crossing the street, throwing proper wastes in the proper can and even saving a centavo each day for donation in the mere future. There are actually a million ways to help, and actually, another million of those are still for all of us to discover where nothing of which is impossible. The great push must come from within us in order to fulfill this mission sent to us by the Lord. But one must always remember, that in helping, it is not the feeling of being obliged that must arouse. It must be the willingness and the passion coming from the inner you telling you to do better and make sense of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7179898675508853050-6169862715073960083?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6169862715073960083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=6169862715073960083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6169862715073960083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/6169862715073960083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/07/purpose-of-my-existence.html' title='tHe PuRpOsE oF mY eXisTenCe...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGqYq8zYfyI/AAAAAAAAABU/2mehwNwJ4Pk/s72-c/helping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-8871475204652333568</id><published>2008-06-29T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:45:55.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DrEaM a dReAm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGdUvU6YQUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DXF6EiWmq80/s1600-h/1_447392177l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217231865376162114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGdUvU6YQUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DXF6EiWmq80/s320/1_447392177l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been celebrating my birthdays in orphanages for a couple of years now and seeing the conditions of the people in each, I have always been praying and hoping, that someday, I could give them more than what I have been giving. Besides food and a feeling of love, I know that they also dream of having new clothes, new school supplies and some other things for entertainment like what we, ordinary children, want. At first I thought that at my very young age of 15, it is still impossible for me to conquer that dream of mine since I, myself, still depends on my parents for my own necessities. Being given the freedom to save some money for other necessities, I know that those still won't be enough to give every single person, in the orphanages, their simple wishes.But then, I guess, I have to be thinking twice now since I already have my colleagues with me who are all ready to support this big dream of mine. For my third week of classes for this school year, I already have made enough plans not only to dream my biggest dream, but also, to make it a reality. A million thanks to the very best friend of mine who gave me much courage and will to face this big challenge...Ria. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Performing has always been our passion and we would both die to be given an opportunity to have some formal trainings about theater, dancing, and anything that goes hand in hand with music and, of course, more of public speaking especially in the world of hosting. From this, the idea of a benefit concert had begun. Since the school's SALIW Dance Troupe,the dance group where we both belong, had accepted my plan for an outreach program, in order to generate a fund for such, I have decided to plan for a dance benefit. But then, considering my III-Nitrogen family, where many live through singing, I have decided to make it a combination of a sing and dance benefit concert. The objective is to air a benefit concert on the months of November, December and, if possible, even on January. I plan to ask the help of the church regarding this since the parish priest of San Roque, Fr. Omer, who has been very close with our family would definitely support such for he, himself, loves to share his blessings. With these comes special guests, of course, who would be gladly to perform without anything in return other than to help our brothers and sisters who are in need (I believe we have enough connections to find some kind hearted stars in this country.). All the proceeds, from the sold tickets and other donations, are to be given to different orphanages during the month of February. If there would still be some money left, it is, then, to be given to the Kapuso Foundation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Impossible, as what you might say. But then, I believe that nothing is to be termed "impossible" once that it is for the betterment of this country. I know that with the help of God, and of course all of you who are expected to support this program, this dream that I am presently dreaming of would soon be a reality that would give inspiration to each and everyone of you readers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Dream big, aim high, believe and you will be able to achieve it no matter how hard it is to imagine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7179898675508853050-8871475204652333568?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8871475204652333568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=8871475204652333568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/8871475204652333568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/8871475204652333568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-dream.html' title='DrEaM a dReAm...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SGdUvU6YQUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DXF6EiWmq80/s72-c/1_447392177l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179898675508853050.post-4307643737351186826</id><published>2008-06-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:12:50.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a DaUGhter'S reTuRn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SFzh_UncIeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VQ4jfaR7JI0/s1600-h/603170344l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214290946570330594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SFzh_UncIeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VQ4jfaR7JI0/s320/603170344l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      At last, after two months of rest, here I am now back in my loving alma mater's arms; but now, as one of the so called "&lt;em&gt;juniors&lt;/em&gt;". Wow! It seems like it was only yesterday when I first stepped into the door of Cavite National Science High School as a freshman student, but then, look at me now all grown up and now one of the many "&lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;" in this school. But despite the situation, still, I could barely imagine how time flies real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My first week as a junior was indeed very different from my past two years of experience here in CNSHS. It's hard to explain how I really feel towards it; so hard that i couldn't even assure myself if I was excited, scared or lazy about it; so hard that I don't even know what to say. Okay, so I had fun alright. I was able to meet my friends again and spend the whole day with them doing everything that we could, both silly and serious. But then, it was really not that happy since most of our former classmates, Nobie and Romella in particular who had been our friends and who had always been with us for the past two years, are no longer a part of our section. We all admit that junior life, without them inside the four corners of the room we are in, would be a bit duller than before. Though we could still be together during breaks and dismissal, still, it's very hard to adjust to a whole new environment wherein two of our known class clowns are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Meeting our new teachers was part of the new week. Well,I could not tell of anything against them since they all treated us perfectly in the first week. They all sure deserve our trust. Some were funny, some were serious while others were new; but surely, they all seemed friendly. Not only was I able to meet and greet our new second parents, but also, I was able to know partly our new classmates, Elaidia and Karren. They both seem nice though I haven't really got a formal talk with them since I was still quite shy with them, and so are they to me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First week of lessons, of course. We had some reviews of our former lessons in most of our subjects during the first day. The rest of the week was allotted for our Diagnostic Test which, of course, was a "nose bleed". Well, nothing changed I guess. Quizzes? Is that even a question? Of course we had a few and they all turned out great for me. I thank God for that, He was the one who really helped me out and not my seatmate...But of course! What do you expect?!?Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Problems on the first week?...unfortunately, we had one and not to mention that it was a huge one. But then, I suppose that it's quite unethical to mention the real deal here in my blog since it is actually our whole section involved. Let's just close it to being private. Anyways, whatever it is, it will always be resolved. Besides, it was not meant to happen. All I could assure you readers, and probably you all belong to the same alma mater that I am in, is that it was all because of a big misunderstanding. We are all expecting to close everything on the next big week of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Of course, with the first week of classes comes the election. Thanks to all those who trusted me and elected me as the room vice-president, same thing to the SALIW members who elected me as their vice-president for internal. Also, I would like to thank all those English Club members who gave their full trust on me in electing me as the their vice-president too which means, by next year, I am to be sitting as the new president. Thank you to all of you. I really feel flattered knowing that a lot of people do trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As for next week, I do hope for the same luck to continue. I am actually looking forward for tons of homeworks and lack of sleep especially now that I am in the hardest year of my highschool life. I just hope that this first week of mine would lead me straight to great success for this whole school year. But as for now, I'm just thankful that my first week was a real blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179898675508853050-4307643737351186826?l=adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4307643737351186826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179898675508853050&amp;postID=4307643737351186826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4307643737351186826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179898675508853050/posts/default/4307643737351186826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeitodeilyf.blogspot.com/2008/06/daughters-return.html' title='a DaUGhter&apos;S reTuRn...'/><author><name>dei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682164773926310610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SF5KwMpk3VI/AAAAAAAAABE/hUQWnQ2Ouz4/S220/pic+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6fcPTyqNN8/SFzh_UncIeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VQ4jfaR7JI0/s72-c/603170344l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
