<?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-24642577</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:19.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairi_chelle</title><subtitle type='html'>"failures in life doesn't make an end, just stand up , and we soon realize that there's always a beginning to win over it..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-7847868899959060263</id><published>2007-08-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:59:36.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>Earlier this morning, i was having a hard time getting myself up from bed. I woke up late and felt heavy today,i feel like i was a sloth,  and i'm starting to count the hours left before i have my shift later at 10 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already done with the laundry and ironing since yesterday, almost done with the household work as well. I was slouching on a couch trying to figure out how to solve the puzzle cube i have since last week, and i was starting lose my patience of it.(ha!ha!ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the office today, and worst thing is...they changed our scheds without having us notified which is effective today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have my rest day today, and since my shift ends on sunday morning i've opted to render half-day and slept at the sleeping room, because later on i'll be attending service at 9 this morning. I hope it will give me a lift today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-7847868899959060263?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7847868899959060263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=7847868899959060263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/7847868899959060263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/7847868899959060263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-8245099747735164919</id><published>2007-07-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:45:49.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to be back!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a year i haven't seen this blog! c'oz i've been busy for a couple of months. I'm so glad to claim this o'l account of mine! after the process of retrieving...whew! finally i can still use this account again! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-8245099747735164919?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8245099747735164919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=8245099747735164919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/8245099747735164919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/8245099747735164919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/glad-to-be-back.html' title='Glad to be back!!!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-115034525884170710</id><published>2006-06-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:30:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing childhood days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some of my vivid collection of memories about my childhood days, and I want it to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late afternoon nap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- One of the things i really hate, we are forced by our parents to sleep in the afternoon so that we would easily grow up. If we don't, we will get our mom's "magic wand" (you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hide and seek&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- hilig laruin ng mga playmates ko (nakikisali rin ako! ha! ha!) , especially, when the sun starts to settle down. Pagalingan kami sa pagtatago, 'wag lang maging taya. Kapag nahuli, paunahan sa saaaavvvvveeee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spooky stories with our "kapitbahays" -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; minsan kapag nag-gather ang mga moms, sa house namin for a chat, they usually talk about life, current events and sometimes eerie stories about our former residence. Dami kasing kwento especially about the "poso" and the "Sampaloc tree". Even my mom experienced the same thing as well. (Awoooo!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tree climbing-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I loved to climb trees when I was a kid. I usually climb trees just to pick a fruit kahit hilaw at hindi&lt;br /&gt;makain. Because I was fascinated with the fruits kahit bubot pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;C-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e! -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sino ba naman ang may ayaw sa chocolate? Instead of giving us a star for doing well at quizzes or exams, we are usually rewarded with a bar of chocolate. (yum! yum!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Voice lessons - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I took up my very first voice lessons when I was at sixth grade. It all started, when i did passed the audition for our school chorale. Every Tuesdays, after the class , i usually went to our music room for a voice lessons, and sometimes for our rehearsals as well. (mihihihiyahahahaha---------haaaaaaaaaaaahh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mysterious Granny in Black-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I usually saw this old lady in a black poncho every afternoon, and always asks me if I wanted to stroll with her (kahit may kasama 'syang bata) in terror i would always ran to my mom. Even the name or the appearance of that old lady in black was so unfamiliar with our neighbors as well. (mysterious talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can I court you? -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one of my so-called traumatic experience when I was in grade school. Our school service driver always picks us up after class, 'nung ma-late akong lumabas ng classroom, he brought my heavy bag (bigat kasi!). While we're on our way to the service he told me over and over again that: " pag laki mo liligawan kita" (yikes! nanay ko po! takot ako! ayaw ko nang magpahatid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Over the bakod"-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; During my childhood days when I arrived home from school and no one's at home to open the gate for me, and our gate is too high for me to reach (kasi po bulilit pa ako noon). I'll just climbed first our picket fenced garden outside the driveway, then to the trees, sa "bakod" and then finally landed to the ground. Whew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-115034525884170710?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115034525884170710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=115034525884170710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/115034525884170710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/115034525884170710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/reminiscing-childhood-days.html' title='Reminiscing childhood days...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-115034380303989990</id><published>2006-06-10T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:45:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do most people weep, when their last day comes? When their last day of their season comes, it seems like your doomsday on Earth comes as well. Some of them are so happy that one of their season in life ends...but most of them weep. Probably, they are afraid of facing a new changes of their lives. One of the so-called struggles, which is unpredicted or sometimes the result of one's decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should realize that we need to embrace changes. Through changes we tend to know how strong we are , and we know ourselves deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even ask myself...When will my season ends, or to start another season of my life? Am I ready to face it? Or am I willing to embrace it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-115034380303989990?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115034380303989990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=115034380303989990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/115034380303989990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/115034380303989990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day.html' title='Last day...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114828749276007011</id><published>2006-05-22T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:35:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so hard?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier, I've read one of my friend's blog, she have just opened up her recent break up with her boyfriend. I felt sorry for her. I felt like I was also hurt, and wanted to cry. Why am I feeling what they're feeling? Is it because we have the same gender? I don't think that other girls also feel the same thing as I do. Why is it so hard for us girls to get hurt? (as if I was hurt before... ha! ha!) Sometimes, girls are having a hard time to move on. It takes months...and sometimes year(s) for them to cope up with an emotional distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never been into a serious relationships before. But i've seen some of my girlfriends who are getting hurt or being ended up with a broken heart. I really care a lot, especially for those people who are broken hearted. I don't want to see them wasting their time, as well as their life weeping for the wrong person. As a friend I've tried to help them out to move on. Bathe them with prayers as well as helping them to realize that their family and friends are always there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt like they've moved on, sometimes there are things that reminds them, hurt comes again and again. Probably because, there are no such forgiveness from both parties. It's really hard to forgive, but once we forgive the person who have caused us to get hurt. A sudden comfort comes in, we cannot rely on our own strength. But believe me, and to the rest of the girls who have hurt before, whose reading this blog right now. God can only mend our broken heart, we ourselves can  also find comfort in His hands. He will also wipe those tears that kept flowing from our eyes as well as in our hearts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now...Is it really hard?... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24642577-114828749276007011?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114828749276007011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114828749276007011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114828749276007011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114828749276007011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-is-it-so-hard.html' title='Why is it so hard?...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114611980686617769</id><published>2006-05-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:41:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Here's the collection of photos i've gathered with moms. To my mom and to other moms in the world, Happy Mother's Day! (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25851855612201l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/25851855612201l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me and my mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For teaching me how to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Putting things in perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaching me how to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were put here together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I breakdown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me but it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm aching with the love I feel inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to You....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dolly and her mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/26207641456029l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/26207641456029l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for teaching me how to love&lt;br /&gt;Showing me what the world means&lt;br /&gt;What I've been dreamin' of&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, there is nothing that&lt;br /&gt;I could not do&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/27131618221929l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/27131618221929l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy Marlene and baby Ameera Margaret&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy, to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so good, its true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So glad, that I have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love me so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all is bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy Lyan and baby Jian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/18342744211078l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/18342744211078l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank you&lt;br /&gt;For the glow&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the joy&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd glowing, glowing inside&lt;br /&gt;With your love&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing inside&lt;br /&gt;Because of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/16849294854506l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/16849294854506l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Liah and her mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You taught me everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you've given me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always keep it inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the driving force in my life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There isn't anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or anyone that I could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it just wouldn't feel right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't have you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were there for me to love and care for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When skies were grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I was down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were always there to comfort me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25334903154535l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/25334903154535l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glenn and his mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama you know I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama you're the queen of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is like tears from the stars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/12745820935485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/12745820935485l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy Queenie &amp; her baby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me strength to go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was so many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back when I was so afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you come to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say to me I can face anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/7718739920812l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/7718739920812l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy Annie and her two angels (Ashley and Shen)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She used to be my only enemy and never let me free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catching me in places that I know I shouldn't be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every other day I crossed the line,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean to be so bad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought you would become the friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/12745820935485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/7097228762443l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/7097228762443l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy Terry and daughter Laureen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'm sure I know why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you were misunderstood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now I see through your eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all I can give you is love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I care,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama my friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're My friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114611980686617769?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114611980686617769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114611980686617769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114611980686617769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114611980686617769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114586923411395687</id><published>2006-04-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:17:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I.D.  No Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Allied Bank building earlier this afternoon, just to claim my check (separation pay perhaps), because one of the ACS's finance department is also located from that building as well. But the problem is... I only have a valid I.D.,with me right now, and I haven't yet issued an ID from my recent company where i'm currently worked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will only allowed to enter the premises, as long as you are working with one of the offices and most of all an ID to represent with. A problem suddenly popped into my mind. How will I going to enter the building? I'll be needing a valid ID for me to get in. How will I going to claim the check? Again, valid ID is really needed for me to claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to ascend to the main entrance of the builiding, I just passed one of the guards whose assigned in screening of the visitors, who visits the offices of that building. When I'm heading to the inspection desk one of the guard asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard:&lt;/strong&gt; Sa'n po sila ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sa ACS po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard:&lt;/strong&gt; ID po nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Manong iisa lang po 'yung valid ID ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard:&lt;/strong&gt; Alam na po ba ito ng Guard sa labas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi pa po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma'am alam nyo naman po siguro 'yung policy natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes sir! Aware na po ako 'dun! kasi po 'di pa'ko nai-isyuhan ng ID 'dun sa bagong company na pinagtatrabahuhan ko ngayon. Kung i-susurrender ko po 'yung nag-iisang valid ID ko, pa'no ko naman po ma-claclaim 'yung check? Kailangn din po ng valid ID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard: &lt;/strong&gt;Magtatagal po kayo doon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi naman po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby Guard:&lt;/strong&gt; O sige po ma'am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Richelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thank You po!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That guard was  so considerate! (I owe him a lot!) But sometimes, if he asks or inspects our things we brought inside the premises, they're just doing their job as well. In return, we must be considerate with them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114586923411395687?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114586923411395687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114586923411395687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114586923411395687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114586923411395687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-id-no-entry.html' title='No I.D.  No Entry'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114437716957777512</id><published>2006-04-04T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:32:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of this e-mail: URGENT BUSINESS PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>COORDINATOR, DEBT RECOVERY AND RECONCILIATION&lt;br /&gt;UNIT OFFICE OF THE ASSISTANT TO THE AUDITOR GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;AMALGAMATED BANKS OF SOUTH AFRICA (ABSA)&lt;br /&gt;14TH FLOOR EMBASSY BUILDING CNR SMITH ALIWAL STREET,&lt;br /&gt;ALBERTON BRANCH PRETORIA 4000 SOUTH AFRICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: THE DIRECTOR/C.E.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that this message will come to you as asurprise since we don’t know each other before, butfor the purpose of introduction, I am MR CHRIST KULAR.THE AUDIT DEPT ASSISTANT MANAGER OF AMALGAMATED BANK OF SOUTH AFRICA (ABSA). There is an account opened in this bank in 2001 and since 2003 nobody has operated on this account again. After going through some old files in the records, I discovered that if I do not remit this money out urgently it would be forfeited for nothing. The owner of this account is MR. LOIUS B. BENJAMIN, a foreigner,and a miner at Kruger Gold Company. a geologist by profession and he died since 2003. No other person knows about this account or any thing concerning it, the account has no other beneficiary and my investigation proved to me as well that his company does not know anything about this account and the amount involved is US$10.2 million (TEN MILLION TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND UNITED STATES DOLLARS). I am only contacting you as a foreigner because this money cannot be approved to a local bank here, but can only be approved to any foreign account because the money is in US Dollars and the former owner of the account is MR.LOUIS B. BENJAMIN is a foreigner too. I know that this message will come to you as a surprise as we don’t know ourselves before. We will sign an agreement but be sure that it is real and a genuine business. Please reply urgently so that I will inform you the next step to take immediately. Send also your private Tel. and a fax number including the full details of the account to be used for the deposit. I want us to meet face to face or sign a binding agreement to bind us together so that you can receive this money into a foreign account or any account of our choice where the fund will be safe. And I will fly to your country for withdrawal and sharing and other investments. Meanwhile you can open a new account in any bank for this purpose if you like.I am contacting you because of the need to involve a foreign account and a foreign beneficiary. I need your full cooperation to make this work fine because the management is ready to give approval to any foreigner, who has the correct information of the account, which I will give to you later, if you are able and willing to handle such an amount of money in strict confidence and trust according to my instructions and advice for our mutual benefit because this opportunity will never come again in my life.I need truthful person in this business because I don’t want to make mistake, I need your strong assurance and trust. With my position now in the office I can transfer this money to any foreigner’sreliable account, which you can provide with assurance that this money will be in tact pending my physical arrival in your country for sharing. I will destroy all documents of transaction immediately we receive this money leaving no trace to any place. You can also come to discuss with me face to face after which I will make this remittance in your presence and two of us will fly to your country at least two days ahead of the money going into the account.I will use my position and influence to effect the legal approvals and onward transfer of this money to your account with appropriate clearance forms of ministries and foreign exchange departments. At the conclusion of this business, you will be given 30% of the total amount while 10% will be for expenses both parties might have incurred during the process of transferring, 60% will be for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your earliest reply through my email above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MR CHRIST KULAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-o0o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This e-mail has been  featured in "Imbestigador" way back a year ago. Once you have provided your personal infos, you will be given an instructions to deposit a huge sum of  money to their account.  They will also demand ranging up  to US$ 1, 938 (estimated 100,000 in Php) Please beware of this e-mail, especially, never ever give you personal account number to any person whom you don't have any direct contact with. This case is already filed for investigation as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/24642577-114437716957777512?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114437716957777512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114437716957777512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114437716957777512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114437716957777512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/beware-of-this-e-mail-urgent-business_04.html' title='Beware of this e-mail: URGENT BUSINESS PROPOSAL'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114403345927839197</id><published>2006-04-02T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:40:54.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from Sunday Service Preaching:Three Principles to answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you have any answered prayers? Answered prayers that you were asking from God for a quite sometime, or answered prayers that you were longing to ask and then God has just recently answered. But, if your prayer has not answered yet, these following principles will help you a lot, on how will God answer your prayers as well as, asking things according to His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are the three principles to answered prayers:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Ask in Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 5:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a firm conviction and a full acknowledgement God's Lordship and an attitude of personal surrender to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our basis is our covenant and relationship with God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Ask in Confidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 5:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 3:21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear friends, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Ask in God's will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is proper and necessary of His own will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's will in is in His word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's will is revealed through His Holy Spirit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 8:26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Area of God's will :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As the forgiveness of sins &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sanctification of our soul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace that we may do our duty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vision to direct and guide us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deliverance from the evil's, which besets us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And our final Salvation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ask in God's will with full assurance of faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 18:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/24642577-114403345927839197?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114403345927839197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114403345927839197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114403345927839197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114403345927839197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/taken-from-sunday-service.html' title='Taken from Sunday Service Preaching:Three Principles to answered Prayers'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114360894697972298</id><published>2006-03-29T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:09:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/medo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/200/medo.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In two different places... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/13sharpsign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/13sharpsign.0.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that serious huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/ratovoador.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/ratovoador.0.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flying rat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/13Nemo_Ate_My_Cat.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/13Nemo_Ate_My_Cat.2.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo ate my cat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/rapido.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/rapido.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/rapido.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unable to Fasten his/her seatbelt... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/24642577-114360894697972298?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114360894697972298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114360894697972298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114360894697972298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114360894697972298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114351440439843751</id><published>2006-03-27T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:13:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk Tea Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/rmb"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/320/rmb%27s%20pics%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen or thirty minutes before five o'clock, my sister would phone me up to meet her and the rest of our colleagues at the cafeteria to have some milk tea. Milk over tea? hmmmmm..... I usually seldom drink tea, if i do have tummyaches. But drinking milk tea... naaahh i've never even tried it before. According to one of our colleagues who hails from Canada, she told us that drinking milk tea are very common among the Canadians, especially to the northern ones. As I took my very first sip with the milk tea, Wow! It tasted so much better. Since then, every five o'clock (after office hours) we just proceed to the cafeteria to have some milk tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/400/rmb%27s%20pics%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Milk Tea sessions with... (L-R) Caleb, Ms. Belen, me and my sister at the cafeteria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114351440439843751?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114351440439843751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114351440439843751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114351440439843751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114351440439843751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/milk-tea-sessions.html' title='Milk Tea Sessions'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318136929122231</id><published>2006-03-23T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:47:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven things not to do after meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't smoke:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of cancer are more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't eat fruits immediately :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1 to 2 hour after meal or 1hr before meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't drink tea :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't loosen your belt :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted &amp; blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't bathe :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp;amp; body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't walk about :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition&lt;br /&gt;from the food we intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't sleep immediately :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric &amp;amp; infection in our intestine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318136929122231?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318136929122231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318136929122231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318136929122231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318136929122231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/seven-things-not-to-do-after-meal.html' title='Seven things not to do after meal'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318249799632155</id><published>2006-03-20T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:09:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe In You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never believed in dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;It never got me very far&lt;br /&gt;I never believed that love could find me&lt;br /&gt;Like an arrow through the heartI never believed in miracles&lt;br /&gt;Or building castles in the air&lt;br /&gt;Not until that day I found you&lt;br /&gt;Turned around and you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day you came&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a whole new point of view&lt;br /&gt;I've been touched by an angel&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;I never believed that golden slippers&lt;br /&gt;Could ever find the perfect foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me a believer&lt;br /&gt;You make me trust again&lt;br /&gt;You showed me there's a pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;At every rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love&lt;br /&gt;Sets you free&lt;br /&gt;And if it's up to fate&lt;br /&gt;Then you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;If you just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318249799632155?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318249799632155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318249799632155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318249799632155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318249799632155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-believe-in-you.html' title='I Believe In You'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318309344364171</id><published>2006-03-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:09:25.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss 'yung hair mo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earlier this morning when mom, me and Jade took a bus going to church, suddenly the bus stopped at the moment, to load and unload some of its passengers. A girl sat beside me ( i was separated from mom and Jade's seats) i let her seat near window, wearing her long, straight black hair being laid down (parang pang-commercial model 'yung hair niya!) as the bus starts to move, the wind starts to blow her hair towards my face (OUCH!!! 'yung hair strands nya tumutusok na sa face ko!) Grrrrrrrr......... I've almost wanted to pull her hair (hmmm...dat's bad!) but instead of doing it, sinabi ko na lang sa girl "miss 'yung hair mo tumatama na sa mukha ko..." then the girl didn't say anything, hinawakan nya lang 'yung hair niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the girls who have been wearing long hair and laid down, be sensitive enough with a person sitting behind or next to you, especially kung windy and almost, it can blown your hair up, make sure you have to tie it up. It's for you to avoid hitting a person's face with your hair! &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/24642577-114318309344364171?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318309344364171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318309344364171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318309344364171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318309344364171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-yung-hair-mo.html' title='Miss &apos;yung hair mo!!!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318356853686123</id><published>2006-02-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:55:34.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smart love begins with the desire for God's best, and, by default, requires a knowledge of and a willingness to obey God's rules. Smart love is revolutionary; its object is God and others, never self. As describes as against the backdrop of your own form practice of (what else?) "dumb love": "Sometimes you are primarily interested in what you could get, such as the popularity a girlfriend or boyfriend could give you, or the comfort and pleasure you could gain physically or emotionally from a relationship.... If you lived 'dumb love'--choosing what felt good for you instead of what was good for others and what pleases God." He follows this admission with two piercing questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Does love motivate the guy who sleeps with his girlfriend when it will scar her emotionally and damage her relationship with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does sincerity motivate the girl who leads a guy along then breaks up with him when she finds someone better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are obvious. Smart love is a sincere, God-focused love that is concerned for others. Dumb love, on the other hand,is self-centered and flirtatious. Unfortunately, little to nothing is&lt;br /&gt;being said to teenagers about smart love these days, even in church. Many lives and homes have been damaged, or devastated, due to the neglect of smart love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318356853686123?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318356853686123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318356853686123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318356853686123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318356853686123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/smart-love.html' title='Smart Love'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318369387629618</id><published>2006-01-10T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:43:22.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusang Itim... Malas nga ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tila may isang pusa na kulay itim, na sa paningin ng iba ay alaga ito ng isang magkukulam. Ayon din sa ibang matatandang paniniwala, malas daw ang ganitong kulay ng pusa. Minsan kapag ako'y walang pasok sa trabaho, kadalasa'y, nakikita ko ito na gumagala sa aming bakuran. Mataba, at maitim ang kanyang balahibo hindi ito pangkaraniwang pusang gala, tila mayroong nag-aalaga nito, at kaya pala'y pagala-gala..... kaya pala, siya  ang salarin kaya't lagi na lang nauubusan ng pagkain ang alaga kong pusa, at kadalasa'y inaaway niya pa ito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi na'ko naniniwala kung totoong malas talaga ang mga itim na pusa, pero sa gingawa niya sa alaga ko, mukhang nagsisilbi siyang malas sa alaga ko.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318369387629618?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318369387629618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318369387629618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318369387629618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318369387629618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/pusang-itim-malas-nga-ba.html' title='Pusang Itim... Malas nga ba?'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318399585839459</id><published>2005-10-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:06:35.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Give... or Not to Give...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a silent Saturday once again, less cars, less people who passes by. These are the common so-called scenarios every weekends. Well I... I was about to go home, all by myself. Because most of my friends at work were having their rest days as well. I was walking on my way to the terminal. Since it was quite early, i decided to stroll at a mall nearby. Just to unwind myself from an eight-hour stressful calls i have at work. Having myself enjoyed strolling around the mall just to take a sneak peek of the latest finds, lately i've noticed, it was already 7'clock. I was about to leave the mall, someone grabbed my hand. I was a bit surprised, when i turned around to see who it was, it was only a lady with her shopping goods then she told me " miss pamasahe lang, pauwi! Pauwi ng Laguna... " I was a bit shocked (do i know this lady?) still confused, the lady beg for a fare, and then said "kahit magkano lang ibabalik ko na nga lang 'tong pinamili ko kasi na-short ang ang pamasahe ko"... then asked God if i'm going to give or not. Then i've asked "magkano po ba ang kailangan n'yo?"... "kahit magkano lang miss..." replied by the lady while holding her young daughter. I've handed her a hundred pesos from my purse, then the lady thanked for the amount she have just received .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i leave the mall premises, several questions popped into my mind. But any questions that bothers me , well maybe God wants to attest my faith in terms of giving. But still you have to choose the person you are giving, but it's up to them if they're trying to fool around. Only God knows if they're lying or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318399585839459?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318399585839459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318399585839459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318399585839459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318399585839459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-give-or-not-to-give.html' title='To Give... or Not to Give...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318459271463535</id><published>2005-05-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:16:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life inside the Call Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the essay piece i've submitted for the essay-writing contest during our TQA (Total Quality Awareness) week. What is life inside the call center industry. I am a part of this industry taking calls for eight hours, or twelve hours due to high volume of calls. Wherein you tend to work in shifting schedules, sometimes, almost argued with an irate callers. Composure and patience is highly needed for this type of profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the question is... what's it like? What is life inside once you stepped in the call center industry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Philippines is one of the fast-growing country choice for call center operations, it was set to be the call center capital of the world. It is also considered as one of the popular jobs int he industry today. But what is life inside the call center industry? Let's take a sneak peek of those people behind headsets. It's not just you'll answer or attend such a regular call, neither giving a friendly advice over the phone. It is how you analyze, and provide appropriate resolutions as well. It is also creating lifetime connections, with every client who calls in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Specifically, it has something to do with the client's inquiries, sales-handling and most of all handling certain complaints. Complaints with the terms of service or with the person who have not treated them well during their call. Sometimes you'll be ended up with an irate call, or even an escalated call, which is, the client demands for the supervisor, in which they've preferred to talk to. Well, if you're good at an irate caller, you can also even handle it. Most of the calls were prank callers and dropped calls without concerns at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is also working at its fast track; you have to maintain focus with your call all the time. Because most of the calls were recorded and evaluated by the QAR's (Quality Assurance Representatives). Being composed with every call, it also depends the quality and one's responsibility. You have to treat your every call as your first call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Working in a call center, you still have to toe the lines. Inspite of being stressful, and sometimes it compromises a lot of things. It is one of the practical experiences in life that involves advancement of one's career. Sometimes, people would think that once you stepped in this type of industry, though it was to be the "dead-end" of one's career. But they wouldn"t know it leads to a clear career path , It leads to a greater learning and an open door for great opportunites as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/24642577-114318459271463535?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318459271463535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318459271463535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318459271463535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318459271463535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-inside-call-center.html' title='Life inside the Call Center'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318479768149040</id><published>2005-04-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:19:57.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamang Barya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haaayyyyyyyyy...... malapit ng mag-three o'clock 4 minutes na lang, log-out time na naman, uwian na. Four minutes na lang uwian na, pero may mali, nakita ko pangalan ko sa list na mag- o-overtime ng dalawang oras. Excited na akong umuwi, pero hindi ako makakauwi ng maaga dahil hanggang 5pm pa ako sa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang dami ng calls, mabilis ang takbo ng oras. Hindi ko namamalayan, malapit lapit na rin akong mag-out. At sa wakas, alas singko na, dali-dali na akong naglog-out sa biometrics at sumakay kaagad ng elevator pababa. Linggo nga pala ngayon, kaya dire-diretso ang elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabas na ako ng building ng Citibank, mahangin at tahimik ang kalsada, naglalakad na ako papuntang bus terminal. Nilalakad ko ang kahabaan ng AyalaAve., nagmumuni-muni habang ang malamig na hangin ay humahaplos sa aking pisngi. Nasa harap na ako ng Phil. Stock Exchange, nang biglang may isang mamang papalapit sa akin, na nakasuot ng t-shirt at shorts, at nagtanong "miss may barya ka, pamasahe ko lang... " sa sobrang takot ko dali-dali kong sinabi na, "pasensiya na po wala akong barya..." Dahil sa kaduda-dudang hitsura (mukhang holduper) , at ako lang ang mag-isa ang naglalakad, oo ako lang walang kasama. Dahil nauna ng umuwi ang mga kasama ko. At sa sobrang takot ko, dali-dali akong tumakbo, ng makita ako ng isang security guard na nakatayo sa may fountain area ng Stock Exchange, at nagtanong "miss anong ginawa sa'yo ng taong iyon?", "ah! wala naman po, nagtatanong kung mayroon akong barya... " At sa ibayong pag-iingat , hindi na ako ulit mag-lalakad nang mag-isa. whew...!!!&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/24642577-114318479768149040?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318479768149040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318479768149040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318479768149040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318479768149040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/04/mamang-barya.html' title='Mamang Barya'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318597902353973</id><published>2005-03-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:33:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richelle's ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is how I define my own ABC's... know me more... Here It is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Approachable&lt;/strong&gt;. People would always say that i'm approachable. Hmmm.... ;0) &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;. I was born in this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Blue.&lt;/strong&gt; Blue is my fave color, from pale to vivid shades of it. One thing i like with this color, because it coordinates with other colors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a chocoholic person, from bittersweet to white chocolates i usually give in. &lt;strong&gt;Cats.&lt;/strong&gt; I really love cats they are so lovable, We do have a cat at home. He's name is Kit , He loves to be cuddled and most of the time, he prefers to stay at the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dust.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate dust, because I sneeze a lot when I'm exposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Energetic.&lt;/strong&gt; People always misjudged me as a wimp person, you would hear them say: "di niya kakayanin 'yan kasi payatot siya!" ( ouch!!) but that's the reaity, much to their surprise... I can do the things what man does- from carrying heavy loads to carpentry jobs he! he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Food.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a foodie at heart, I love to eat a lot and explore different types and flavors of it. (It doesn't show with my figure. I have svelte figure )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;. God is good all the time, God is great. He knows us more, even our thoughts and our hearts. I am created, You are created, and We are created for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Heart.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not after of a person's appearence . That is why I appreciate people with a BIG heart , inspite of their flaws or their appearence, the important thing is they are transparent and can make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Ivy.&lt;/strong&gt; That is my bestfriend's name, we were best of friends way back our highschool days. She's very sweet and simple. &lt;strong&gt;Independent.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I am an independent person ( not to lift my own bench). Our parents taught us to be independent, I'm so very thankful that they are my parents. =&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus a.k.a. "JC " He's our personal Lord and savior. Our BESTFRIEND! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Kit.&lt;/strong&gt; Kit is our cat's name. (see letter C) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Letter.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to write letters to my friends, have it enjoyed reading them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Medium.&lt;/strong&gt; Medium is my clothes's size. &lt;strong&gt;Music.&lt;/strong&gt; Music is my life It won't complete my life without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Nature tripper.&lt;/strong&gt; I appreciate the beauty of nature, from watching sunsets, strolling along the beach , stargazing and most of all, i really enjoyed viewing lunar eclipse as well. The very first time i've viewed the total lunar eclipse was, last May 2004. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Observer.&lt;/strong&gt; I usually observe people , before i tend to judge. When it comes to attitude of a person I usually observe, because through observation you would be able to see what's beyond of a person's actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Party-pooper.&lt;/strong&gt; I seldom attend parties neither not a party animal as well. It makes me feel tired, most of all, i don't want to participate in the fun of the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Quiet&lt;/strong&gt;. At a first glance, people would say that i am a quiet person. Most of the time, i would remain quiet with other people i'm not comfortable with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Richelle&lt;/strong&gt;. It feels good to be me... Yup! because it was my dad who gave this wonderful name to me, which means : a brave ruler, a powerful one... It was taken from an Old English Name &lt;em&gt;"Rikki"&lt;/em&gt; and Old Spanish Name &lt;em&gt;"Riccarda"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Sweet-tooth.&lt;/strong&gt; I really crave for sweets and that is one of my greatest indulgence i usually give in. But too much sweets is bad for one's health, so i've tend to slow down from eating on it. &lt;strong&gt;Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's behind the power of your smile? ".... "Your smile can bridge the difference between us... your smile can bridge any color or race... that's the power of your smile..." " People love you when you smile..."&lt;/em&gt; It seems to be noticeable everytime i smile, they say i've got the world's best smile. (ha! ha!) Nothing beats the power of smile ... it befriends and captures a person's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Table tennis.&lt;/strong&gt; It is my fave sport, it was Harold (my younger brother ) and my dad, my greatest mentor of this sport. &lt;strong&gt;Talkative.&lt;/strong&gt; At home and even with my friends , i'm a bit talkative who loves to talk... and talk... and talk... Travel. I love to travel, explore different places and it stays with your memories.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Unique.&lt;/strong&gt; I know that God created me as a unique person... HE has a purpose why He have created me as i am , being a stand out person . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Vegetarian.&lt;/strong&gt; I 'd love to eat veggies a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Water.&lt;/strong&gt; With the kind of profession i'm into, talking for hours, Whew!!!! nothing beats a glass of water, because it gives a such such a relief. Since i've worked with a call center industry , I drink a lot of water from 10-14 glasses of it . Hmmmm... (",) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; X.&lt;/strong&gt; No value .That is why i can't think of anything which describes me with this letter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Y.&lt;/strong&gt; Even this letter i can' t also think which describes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Zigzag.&lt;/strong&gt; My life is like walking in a zigzag, without knowing Christ before, I just know Him as a head knowledge, but when He revealed several things and areas in my life , I'm no longer walking in zigzag path. Because I know HE will leads me to a straight path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318597902353973?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318597902353973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318597902353973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318597902353973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318597902353973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/richelles-abc.html' title='Richelle&apos;s ABC'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318638565409159</id><published>2005-03-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:46:25.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna lose my voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm already spending a year here in a call center industry, and almost a month with a different account. Anyways, due to high volume of calls from the past weeks, my voice seems to get husky, and i've even experience sore throat and what's worst? Even my performance were affected especially with my QA scores. I went to an ENT specialist for check-up. I was diagnosed that I'm having a pharyngitis. :-( I was advised by the doctor that i have to avoid drinking cold beverages as well as eating too much sweets. I have to deprive myself from eating my fave ice cream as well...Wahhhhhhh!!! I was also advised to have a voice rest for a week. Right now, I'm filing my one week leave for my voice rest as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318638565409159?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318638565409159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318638565409159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318638565409159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318638565409159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/gonna-lose-my-voice.html' title='Gonna lose my voice!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318649562558724</id><published>2005-02-15T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:28:25.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombing-tine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valentine's day once again, where love is almost everywhere. While I, I was on my first week of nesting period (still part of the training as well.) but this time it turned to be a different one. Right after our shift, one of my colleagues at work, told us that a bus from Ayala has been exploded. Bombing on the day of hearts? We thought it was in Ayala Avenue, the incident happened at Edsa-Ayala(near SM Makati).We usually wait buses from the site of incident, good thing is we're on a night shift, and that incident happened around daytime. Thank heavens were saved! If we are the ones who have waited for a bus from the site of the said incident, probably we're included from that explosion. Whew!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24642577-114318649562558724?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318649562558724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318649562558724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318649562558724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318649562558724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/bombing-tines-day.html' title='Bombing-tine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318739913734464</id><published>2005-02-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:04:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Cracker yuckyyyyy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up late today, it was already 10 am, when i saw my dad watching late morning news. I went to bathroom for some "morning rituals" . When i'm approaching to the dining area, suddenly dad called me up , "hey Rich tingnan mo" it was an expose of manufacturing fish crackers somewhere in Valenzuela, it was a Chinese-owned factory wherein the warehouse looks like a junkshop. Makikita mo 'yung kneading table, as in grabe! , ang moldy and roaches are crawling on it. Then drums of fish sauce(patis) may mga nag-flo-float na patay na ipis at butiki na sinasala lang...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(imagine 'yung amoy ng patay na butiki at ipis sa patis; YUCK ! STIINKSS!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from the smelly fish sauce , which makes the flavor of the said fish cracker, for more appetizing appeareance, nilalagyan nila ng red food color. In addition to that , meron ding &lt;strong&gt;BORAX&lt;/strong&gt; , which is commonly used for soap-manufacturing , and its really, really hazardous for human consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before packaging , fish crackers were dried on the ground na walang malinis na sapin (kahit sako or plastic trays), then they used rustic rakes&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; eeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the worst thing is inaapakan lang at may dumadaang daga na nanggaling pa sa canal. ulk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the said expose nawalan na tuloy ako ng ganang mag-almusal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see people buying fish crackers from street vendors , bus stops/terminals in Manila, i want to discourage them from eating on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish they're aware of how it is processed . At sa lahat ng mahilig mag-fish crackers 'dyan, ewan...basta maging conscious lang tayo sa sanitation ng mga kinakain natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24642577-114318739913734464?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318739913734464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318739913734464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318739913734464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318739913734464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/fish-cracker-yuckyyyyy.html' title='Fish Cracker yuckyyyyy!!!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642577.post-114318823976562729</id><published>2005-01-01T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:12:25.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was new year, a new day , and of course , still reporting to work . I 've only slept for only an hour, and my alarm clock starts to riiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnng!!!! noise filled the entire room as well, i've started to get up , get myself ready for work. Most of the people in the house were in a deep sleep, tired from the occassion , they haven't noticed that i'm already leaving the house . I was like a cat, that making an escape from its master. Well anyways, i was waiting at the main gate of our village, when i tend to look for a tricycle. Nothing left at the terminal. I was about to wait for three minutes and soon a tricycle came out , and hurriedly went off the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus going to Baclaran, and soon drove it off for only 20 minutes from Salitran. No traffics, less vehicles running by , and again most of the people were tired and sleep late due from its occassion. When i stopped at Baclaran, there were few people waiting for a bus and taxi, it was around 5:45 am. I was about to wait a bus going to Ayala, unfortunately i've waited for minutes and soon i've lately noticed that i was waiting for 30 minutes, it was 6:15 am and i was expected to report at work, by 7:00 am. White taxis haxe paraded infront of me , and i was doubtful to take a taxi or not. There were no buses, only taxis , and it was 6:20 already, then i was opted to take a taxi going to work instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ve took a taxi going to work when the driver asked,&lt;em&gt; " Ma'am saan po tayo?"&lt;/em&gt;, then i replied ." &lt;em&gt;"Manong sa Paseo, Citibank Center..."&lt;/em&gt; then he drove it off , and a sudden confusion from his face, he asked again &lt;em&gt;"ma'am saan po ang way natin?"&lt;/em&gt; it's like he wasn't sure which way are we going to take , either Edsa or Buendia. Then i've answered nervously , &lt;em&gt;"Manong sa Buendia na lang po"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"pasensiya na po ma'am puyat ho eh!"&lt;/em&gt;,. I've almost wanted to go down, because the driver looks drunk , or he was under the influence of prohibited drug (pero ang bilis ng takbo ng taxi and hindi puwedeng bumaba sa highway) i've started to pray. And dahil sa tindi ng pangangailangan ko ng sasakyan papuntang Citibank. I 've decided not to go down. When were almost near Ayala i've told the driver &lt;em&gt;"manong dito na lang po tayo sa Ayala Ave. ..."&lt;/em&gt; and he replied sarcastically &lt;em&gt;"ma'am di po puede, sarado po"&lt;/em&gt; . (The streets were closed during the celebration.) and still i've insisted &lt;em&gt;"bakit po 'yung bus dumaan ng Ayala?"&lt;/em&gt;, this time he replied anxiously &lt;em&gt;"ma'am hindi nga puedeng dumaan...eh!"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"ah...ok!"&lt;/em&gt; i said, and remained silent . He drove me to the streets of Dela Costa and Valero (halos nagpaikut-ikot lang kami) Then we stopped at Citibank Tower. he said&lt;em&gt; "Madam 72.50 po!"&lt;/em&gt;. And paid him 100 pesos, i was waiting for the change, and asked the driver &lt;em&gt;"manong sukli ko po?"&lt;/em&gt;, and he ask sarcastically &lt;em&gt;"bakit meron ba?"&lt;/em&gt; i was a bit annoyed, and he handed me the change, instead of giving me 27.50, he only handed me 20 pesos as my change. Then i went off the taxi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ggggrrrrrrrr!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and bang the door. It was the first day of the year that he ruined my day. That's one of the "so-called" traumatic experience that it WON'T happen again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my experience , before getting any taxi &lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt; You must checked if, he has an orange sticker marked: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;METER SEALED AND TESTED&lt;/u&gt; (2)&lt;/strong&gt;Be sure to get the taxi's plate no. (just in case you've experienced the same thing as mine , you have the plate number for you to complain to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LTFRB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/24642577-114318823976562729?l=fairi-chelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114318823976562729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24642577&amp;postID=114318823976562729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318823976562729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24642577/posts/default/114318823976562729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairi-chelle.blogspot.com/2005/01/taxi-trauma.html' title='Taxi Trauma'/><author><name>Richelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789545444741575888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/862/1600/25613137133084l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
