<?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-29554771</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2006</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29554771.post-116168802074837159</id><published>2006-04-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:07:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't believe that I feel so light again... I'm smiling without any reason and I can't erase it out of my face and believe me I'm not in love or feeling any form of it whatsoever... Hehe... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our dormitory offers free internet (well, medyo hindi free kasi amenities sya so binabayaran pa rin sya dahil sa monthly payment) anyway... haha... I really do enjoy surfing... I can't stand and leave my laptop eventhough I know that I have to study because of my long quiz (or should I say MOCK EXAM) and my upcoming laboratory exam (which I don't even lift the experiments, lazy me!) Hehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, by the way, we tackle a poem in our HumI class and it's entitled "The saddest poem". well, the poem actually has no given title but according to our professor that is how people usually call the poem... I like the poem or should I say I love it although what's written there is the exact opposite of the feeling that I feel right now...Well, I'll just share the first part with you (the poem has 4 parts and it's next 3 part is what makes it more beautiful!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Write, for example, The night is shattered&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;The night wind revolves around the sky and sings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Though nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;To think that I have lost her. To feel that I ahve lost her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;LIFE IS SO SHORT, FORGETTING IS SO LONG.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;And these the last verses i writer for her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Hay, ang senti no. Hehe... Just love the poem and somehow visualizing it in a girl's point of view... hehe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Aun lang. I'll go ahead. Wish me luck in all my exams. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Nyt! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29554771-116168802074837159?l=april06-archives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/116168802074837159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29554771&amp;postID=116168802074837159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168802074837159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168802074837159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/2006/04/smile-i-just-cant-believe-that-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29554771.post-116168793021031501</id><published>2006-04-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:05:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay... pasukan na naman... (at pumapasok na ako sa subjects ko kahit di pa ako bayad ng tuition.. hehe! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29554771-116168793021031501?l=april06-archives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/116168793021031501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29554771&amp;postID=116168793021031501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168793021031501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168793021031501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/2006/04/hay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29554771.post-116168784780036173</id><published>2006-04-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:04:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No special message for today... Just open the link if you have some time...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/9455/smile2oo.gif"&gt;http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/9455/smile2oo.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29554771-116168784780036173?l=april06-archives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/116168784780036173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29554771&amp;postID=116168784780036173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168784780036173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168784780036173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-special-message-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29554771.post-116168777852250377</id><published>2006-04-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:02:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five (5) lessons to make us think about the way we treat people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff" face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Hayan... I just want to share the e-mail that i receive from my friend... It's so nice... It's really worth your time... Pero before the email proper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc" size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JHEYZ!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff" face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wish you all the luck in the world! Love Yah..Hope to see you soon! God Bless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff" face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tas, ayun... Share lang... Sobrang happy lang talaga ako ngayon kasi bati na kami ng friend ko... (yah, si P-lip yun) Hehe... After almost 4 months... hehe ala lang... saya lang! Finally!!! Ayun.. Eto na ang email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff" face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five (5) lessons to make us think about the way we treat people.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff" face="comic sans ms"&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read&lt;br&gt;the last one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;br&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#66ff99" face="comic sans ms"&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;One night, a t 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Alabama&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She seemed t o be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It read:&lt;br&gt;"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br&gt;Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those&lt;br&gt;who serve.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I'll have t he plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="comic sans ms"&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the&lt;br&gt;peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the&lt;br&gt;person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00" face="comic sans ms"&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp;serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ayun lang... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29554771-116168777852250377?l=april06-archives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/116168777852250377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29554771&amp;postID=116168777852250377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168777852250377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168777852250377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/2006/04/five-5-lessons-to-make-us-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29554771.post-116168765863446169</id><published>2006-04-07T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:00:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hay, at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; I can't believe I finally choose to post the happy face, kasi kanina lang e naiiyak ako sa kahihintay sa kanya... Hay, I almost lose hope na pero ayun thanks kay besti dahil kung wala sya malamang nag log out na ako at hindi ko na sya nahintay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy na rin ako kahit napakatagal nyang matulog at di nya man lang na realize na past 11 pm na dito at naggu "good morning" na sa kanya ang lahat ng tao sa kanila e ayos lang... At least, ngayon magkausap na ulit kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lakas ng loob kong magpost kasi alam kong di nya mababasa to eh.. Hehe! Pero honestly namiss ko yun... hehe! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, finally I'm happy na ulit... Cge, I'll chat muna... next time na lang ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; Nytie! &lt;img style="width: 22px; height: 22px;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;-&amp;gt; may narealize kami... ang emoticons pala sa yahu ay marunong nang kumindat... hay, sino kaya nagturo sa kanila... bwahaha! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&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/29554771-116168765863446169?l=april06-archives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/feeds/116168765863446169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29554771&amp;postID=116168765863446169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168765863446169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29554771/posts/default/116168765863446169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://april06-archives.blogspot.com/2006/04/hay-at-last-i-cant-believe-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657575981636585290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
