<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007</id><updated>2009-10-29T14:20:46.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rae's Crib</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-3104617817832747152</id><published>2009-03-31T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:01:57.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gods grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'> &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=mp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158311367582&amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158311367582&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/504403158311367582/mp_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158311367582&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/504403158311367582/mp_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158311367582&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p4/504403158311367582/mp_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  I've been in Singapore for about 10 months, nearly 11 months. And I may say this experience is one life changing. It was an experience that will always be cherished again and again. I didn't just earned money by working in Singapore, it was something... I have a handful of friends when I came in Singapore though most of them just slipped away like a sand in my hand... There are friends who is there even on your darkest days, your lowest point and lonely nights... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a retreat. A 10 months soul searching... one that I will never want to forget and cherish forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will definitely miss my friends, and Singapore as a whole.. Where HE made things happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned to be more independent. To be humble. Not to be scared to ask for help. To be diverse. To be more disciplined, just think of waking up 430AM and to make sure that I'm in the bus stop by 530AM... To know the value of money, and to realize its not everything and its a paper that can be earned. I've learned to pray harder and hold into HIS word. And lastly to be thankful everyday, with all the blessings that I've been receiving, unconditionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, its a week that I am writing things on how grateful I am. I really can't help it. All praise to him, because I really wanted the job. I need it to be with my wonderful family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will certainly miss a lot of things, and people ofcourse... Sandy(rocioxands), Peggie, Ermel, Mang Paul, Otep, Jodie, Chalo, JR, Ate Michelle, Mai, Kuya Jojo, Kuya Japs, Stella, Jason, AJ, Myk, Chicken Rice, Minced Meat Noodles, MRT, BUs Ride, Blk 408, Bukit Purmei, Vivo City, Sentosa, and Greys....&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-3104617817832747152?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3104617817832747152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=3104617817832747152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/3104617817832747152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/3104617817832747152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-2905262426775578934</id><published>2009-03-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:32:50.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>I am arranging my stuff now. What clothes should I wear in my remaining days in Singapore... Tomorrow will be my first day of work in Plantronics, a US Telecommunication company. My office is kinda classy since it is inside a hotel on the business center floor. Same in the Philippines... its inside a hotel as well. I am overwhelmed with God's love for he granted my prayers. He knows how I am missing my 2 beautiful kids that He entrusted to me. My detailed prayers and my strong faith.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says you can't have it all? With HIS love and your faith will make everything happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am coming home this weekend. I hope I arrive Manila in the morning. I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-2905262426775578934?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2905262426775578934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=2905262426775578934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2905262426775578934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2905262426775578934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-318337811121363041</id><published>2009-03-27T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:34:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita Kits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And they made an offer....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plantronics, one US MNC even in the clouded economy offered me the Technical Trainer position and I accepted it. The contract is still on process, as my &lt;a href="http://www.pplesearch.com/"&gt;headhunter&lt;/a&gt; said the company is so keen for me to join the company this April 1. Though one thing is unsure if I need to fly right away to Manila or I'll stay first in Singapore. The Hiring Manager from US fled to China last night after our meeting. One thing is for sure, SGD salary but Manila based. Additional benefits will be discussed further on Monday. There'll be 3-5 times a month travel to various countries in Asia Pacific. I'll report directly to the Regional Manager for Asia Pacific, Alvin, which is stationed in Singapore. So I'll still be coming back and forth to SG and I'll still have my employment pass in SG. Whenever I'm based in PH and if I need to fly to SG, accommodation will be covered since I am Manila based. Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am more than happy right now. HE answered my prayer. I am now detailed (unlike the &lt;a href="http://raesuppasexy.multiply.com/journal/item/134/Just_Got_Lucky"&gt;Keppel Christmas Raffle&lt;/a&gt; incident, I should have asked for that Ipod touch)... I said to HIM, Please give me a job that pays very good, with travel and I'll be in Manila. Its a bonus that its an MNC. I used to wear that thingymajig around my head whenever I am taking calls or just listening in to some other call... But the thing is.. this is it. I am coming home very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is just one thing, I dunno where will I be on April 1, will it be in the Philippines or SG. Different time zone is the barrier here, because they want me to be trained in US, they just don't know how long. Thats why they are thinking if I should go home first then go to US or SG and go to US. They are actually thinking of my room. So if anyone who is in need of a room in SG, please contact me. My place is in Yishun. We are still exchanging emails with my headhunter and my new boss, where should I be. Come to think of it I need to pack up a lot of stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So please do continue to pray for me. I know I have answered prayer. I have a feeling that the work load will be stressful than Keppel... I mean challenging... but definitely rewarding. Manila... oh Manila.. its in Makati pala... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how's the traffic jam in Makati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-318337811121363041?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/318337811121363041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=318337811121363041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/318337811121363041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/318337811121363041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/kita-kits.html' title='Kita Kits'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-5239131870453088692</id><published>2009-03-26T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:31:30.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man who cant be moved</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always believe that there are valid reasons why things happen. Or maybe its a human thinking na dapat may reason for everything... ako lang ba to? Or kayo din? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am actually planning to comeback home half hearted. Thinking that I will start a new... I don't want to work in a call center, its because of unusual shifting schedules... I wanted some normal office hours. Wherein I can sleep at night with my family. Tuck them into bed. I love working in call centers, though because my family is growing, my husband need someone to hug during the night, baka maghanap ng ibang kayakap, and I have a baby. Since retrenchment after retrenchment in the yard... I've realized that it is unhealthy for me. All contract employees where removed... that includes me. Even I hold the biggest project in the yard. They gave me one month notice. I was devastated, but I always think this way... God have better plans. I told my husband that I'll come home after a month... if nothing... I'll come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's some job offer but I was eyeing on &lt;a href="http://www.jobsdb.com.sg/SG/EN/Job.asp?R=JDBS132863701"&gt;one advertisement&lt;/a&gt;. And I wanted it so much that I delayed an offer that is similar to it, with US training... Because it will be based in Manila. Another MNC, it is the sound innovation, the first headset, one step of a man, one giant leap of a mankind... Neil Armstrong... history written... Apollo 13. I am looking forward for my contract signing tomorrow. After 3 interviews... HR, Hiring Manager for SEA and Hiring Manager from US. I am never an awardee when I was young, and never had honors. But I am happy and blessed that HE grant me knowledge when I needed the most. The timing is also the best... I can never ask for more. During economic downturn... just a week after my last day of work in Keppel. I am so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.raesuppasexy.multiply.com/image/5/photos/1/300x300/2/08032006016.jpg?et=SOTvXRclU,Zi1AYrbigQFg&amp;nmid=55110572"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Using Plantronics Headset during my HSBC days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll update tomorrow. I just can't help to announce after my long silence... God is so good and all praise to him! I'll be joining the Sound Innovation Team, next week. As the Alvin told me, travel will be as frequent as 3-5 times a month. And this all happened because of faith and trust that I have for HIM. He is actually the my man who can't be moved. He stand still, just waiting for us to comeback and tell him we want HIM back in our lives. I feel peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-5239131870453088692?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5239131870453088692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=5239131870453088692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5239131870453088692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5239131870453088692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The man who cant be moved'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-6503605587463064947</id><published>2009-03-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:11:44.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin with Comic Life</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was browsing downloadable application of Mac and look what I found!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ayeloveit!!! It is called &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/macosx/imaging_3d/comiclife.html"&gt;Comic life&lt;/a&gt; and so fun.. I bet Paula will love this app!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-6503605587463064947?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6503605587463064947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=6503605587463064947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/6503605587463064947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/6503605587463064947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/playin-with-comic-life.html' title='Playin with Comic Life'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-2453816599794388468</id><published>2009-03-13T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T04:01:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattered</title><content type='html'> &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I receive a lot of emails from my former trainees and one of them touched my heart so much that tears can't be stopped... I remember this woman. She's 24 years old that time, high school garduate (never been to college), married to a policeman, a sales promodizer for SM Southmall and part time labandera. She took the TESDA Scholarship for Call Center Training and she was my student. I am overwhelmed because this is what she wrote... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Rae, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very much for touching my life. I am happy that all things changed when I met you. Getting a job in HSBC is something because I know you worked here, being top performer is a bonus but remembering all you taught us, and the inspiration that you have shared... I'm happy and blessed. I don't need to sell those Secosana bags (now I can buy not only Secosana) every time there is a weekend sale in SM Southmall or let my mother do the labada of others and for me to help her. This all changed because of you. I'm sad that I wasn't able to see you when you visited Manila. I know that time is so precious, for you to spend with your family. I can't find words to say how thankful and greatful I am. Rae, I am a Performance Coach now... You changed everything...I love you and God Bless you and your family. I miss you so much! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                --- Jona Padilla"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She's one memorable student, I tell you. I can't help but cry, because on our daily activities in training, she's so blunt to tell her life situation. Kung gano kabundok ang labada ng nanay nya pag umuuwi sya ng gabi, kase closing sya sa SM. So I am happy that I touched her life. Nag iiyak ako nung nabasa ko letter nya. Medyo marami rami din thank you email, but this is very memorable...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm so proud of my trainees and minsan nauubos na din patience ko, especially as of now mga trainees ko are from different parts of the world, there is always communication gap. Kse most of them doesn't know what sentence are and they use fragments... so minsan nakaka frustrate na. Sa Pinas, ang ganda ng accent ko at American sounding pa ( thanks for my trainers from L2S Mark, Service Zone Shey, EPLDT Robert and HSBC Jackie), pagdating dito... wwaaaahhhh! So barok! One time, a timekeeper trainee came to me, and then just blurted out na " Madam, thank you so much! I was promoted because of the training you gave and I have a big raise!". This workers only receive $300-$400 Sing dollars and living in SG is so expensive... so makarinig ka ng na promote at nadagdagan ng sweldo... kakataba ng puso. And the fact, reaching out and saying thank you... wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I thank my trainers before, eto pala yung feeling. Its not that you are claiming others success but them recognizing that you are  a part of their success makes you feel important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Mark, Shey, Robert and Jackie. Letting me feel the experience is awesome!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-2453816599794388468?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2453816599794388468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=2453816599794388468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2453816599794388468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2453816599794388468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/flattered.html' title='Flattered'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-785259917437716347</id><published>2009-03-01T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:16:57.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Under Repair</title><content type='html'>When your hurt deeply, sometimes your senses goes away. It makes you feel numb and unforgiving. The worst is that some kinda horn grows in your head, and a tail might grow near your butt area... and soon you'll bring your big fork and wear your freaking cape! Oh di ba pwede ng halloween costume! Lol! But frankly speaking this will make your life miserable. You'll brainstorm how will you get even and you'll do everything para sa'yo ang huling halakhak. But I guess this is one natural feeling... I felt it before and it is so hard to move one... Pag may sama ka ng loob sa kaibigan, sa asawa, sa bowabells mo, sa mudra, sa mga kapatid or kahit kanino para kang rotten egg... Yung positive vibes mo nagiging nega star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and my husband went down the memory lane while chatting. On how we first met and how we fell in love, and our out of this world adventure. On how sweet was I and eventually became a monster that he never expect! Correct monster! In our relationship, there are so many times that I caught him red handed... I mean unfaithful. It hurt so much that I never talk, and would always glare him with my round eyes that turns to chinita... kase I'll give him my thunder look!  (may kasamang kulog pa to).I'll say unpleasant words, and it'll bounce back to me... Yes, we made our life miserable because instead of repairing what ever was broken, we even exchange faults and blame each other. I regret this dearly. But one morning, we woke up together and say, "Lets repair this..." It came to a realization, we are not the same people that we are. I love this guy and I know he loves me (kulang lang talaga sa pansin). There were a lot of happy memories together as a couple. So what are those happy moments you and your love one had? Isipin mo yun, it'll make you smile... or make you kilig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa nga si Greys that every time na magkausap kami ni Jae, kinikilig pa din ako... Nakakatawa pero atleast even inde mo sya nakakasama madalas, you hold on to those happy memories and that will make you even strong and wouldn't let any negative feelings destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is once you forgive, mas maiigi you forget about it na. Kase pag pinagusapan pa ulit and put the blame back.. kase madalas maiisip mo one time in your life you felt so damaged and miserable because of this person... nakakabaliw. Much better to part ways na lang diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hurt, better put a big sign in your heart (or pwede din sa noo) "under repair" and do the following steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. forget (think of happy moments, on how your love blossomed, the laughter you shared and how the two of you get through...)&lt;br /&gt;2. forgive&lt;br /&gt;3. accept. (talagang may malaking PERIOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked for us... so I guess it works &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the world will be a better place to live in if we just do it, di ba? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-785259917437716347?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/785259917437716347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=785259917437716347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/785259917437716347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/785259917437716347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-repair_01.html' title='Under Repair'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-8920970147240770898</id><published>2009-02-27T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:13:25.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yosi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Smoking Cessation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my husband and HR department have conspiracy... they believe I need this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've been smoking like crazy... literally parang dragon! It's one outlet of mine to release stress, anger and depression. I'm not allowed to smoke because I am asmatic. I was even hospitalzed thrice because of bronchial chumenalin forte due to smoking. My husband is so mad whenever I smoke, its like I am having an affair with another man, whenever I do this... he rattles me like crazy. He even took a picture of mine in his mobile and I should be behind the bars, because matigas ang ulo ko and dapat parusahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/Hosptalize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since, I am hard headed as always, this was not the first and last picture in the hospital on another incident but same reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/12072006109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After shift tambay at Petron SLEX. BTW, that was not my fingers. It was Don Yaptinchays fingers. We're fooling around after I got hospitalized... then again got hospitalized once more and the tag is the only thing I would like to show you, because I look awful... even I got hospitalized in Asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/asian_tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After those 3 awful hospitalization, I decided to quit. Then a blessing came when I quit, we concieved Yuan and I had regular working hours... Day shift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I came to SG and started smoking again. Maybe because Jae is no longer my side to inhibit my desires to puff yosi... I'm not justifying but it feels so good to smoke. Especially with coffee. It relieves me from my depression and stress. Most of the time I'd rather sit, and be quiet. I have a lot of friends in SG, but most of the time I'd rather be quiet. That makes me find peace atleast, since I work and mingle with so many people everyday. But smoking would atleast make me quiet and not alone at the same time. May companion akong inde nagsasalita at inde nag cocomplain. Minsan nakaka stress din problema ng ibang tao, and thats why I go with smoking again. Before, dahil tipid mode ako, I smoke every Friday with my dear friend Loren. When I started earning I smoke twice a day, kase ang mahal ng yosi SGD$11.10 around PhP344, wherein the Philippines its only PhP45.00, ang laki ng difference di ba? Pero lately napapadami na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started to smoke when I first tried and puffed Marie Anne Velasco's (high school friend) reds. Then I bought 1 pack. Dahil sobrang katangahan ko, I was smoking inside our bathroom and my mother was doing her laundry at our backyard... Nakita nya na may umuusok sa may banyo. And when I opened the door, I saw her furious eyes and I heared my eldest sister laughing like mangkukulam! Ahahahaha.. still it echoes in my ears... then I got grounded. Then ayun, hatid sundo kami sa Santa Isabel dahil sa kagagahan ko... galit na galit mga kapatid ko sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/Image649.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee and Cigs blend well together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know smoking is bad for my health. But when I came to SG and smoke, believe me inde na ako hinihika ever. Oh well, cross my fingers that asthma attacks wont happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be found on every pack of cigarette in Singapore... and to mind you Singapore government is also clever, they make sure your are not just using the pack and put your contrabanned cigarettes because they also label each sticks. One time I was smoking, they spot check my cigarrettes and I'm thankful that my sticks have labels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.customs.gov.sg/insync/Issue03/features/images/sdpc_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits from SPDC and Llyods blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/9202662930891285007-8920970147240770898?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8920970147240770898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=8920970147240770898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8920970147240770898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8920970147240770898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoking-cessation.html' title='Smoking Cessation'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-5353847355119564392</id><published>2009-02-25T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:20:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I started job hunting...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you may know the reason why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;huhuhuhu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-5353847355119564392?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5353847355119564392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=5353847355119564392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5353847355119564392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5353847355119564392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking.html' title='Looking'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-3028153958656495605</id><published>2009-02-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:30:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;This monday morning I feel so terrible and depressed as always. I just miss my family so much. My Papa just came back from US and they are all having tremendously fun time in Paranaque. I can't help but to be sad and wishing I'm also there.... But I was stuck at home watching CSI Season 8.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;My Papa was the best guy I've ever known, besides from my many guy friends and of course my Jae. He is not the perfect father, but I know he is the best one that any kids can have. My kids love my dad, he loves children so much, maybe that is the reason why we are 10 siblings in the family.He loves to drink, when we have this talyer way back, he always use to drink 3-6 bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen and can finish 1 whole box (case) by himself.... So he is alcoholic... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;My dad is the coolest, he taught me how to drive at the age of 13. I am having difficulty to reach the pedals but that experience was awesome! How cool my Papa!?! He always brings us to fiesta carnival or COD  at Araneta Center to watch the thingymajig during Christmas Season. We live in Paranaque and we go long way to North just to go malling.... And go for our groceries at Cherry Fuderama in Mandaluyong. He loves to hug and kiss and loves to talk. He is very open and vocal to say I Love You Anak, even I am married he often calls me in SG and say " I LOVE YOU" sincerly. He even call us names... My eldest sister Angel is called NGUSO, he calls me MUKHA, Cresil is called TUHOD, Floyd is called RAMBO, Alvin is called BEHO, he name Claresse BUMBAY, ALLAN as NONI, Emelaine as MANE, James as ILONG and Vincent.... as Vincent. Lahat kami sa bahay may binyag... I was in Grade 5 when he left for US. I was sad... pretty sad, because I am a Papa's girl. Because I look like him... kaya sabi nila nung bata ako, panget ko daw, kase mukha akong lalake. But Papa loves me so dearly. Kase walang may favorite sa akin... Hahaha So this afternoon, my husband called me from our house in BF, they are about to go home in Laguna... I heard my Papa's voice in the background and Jae passed the phone to him... I feel sad... and I wish I'm there to help him finish all the Pale Pilsen he bought. My dad just said... "Miss me anak? Come home... I'll call you once I get a SIM Card, and we will have kwentuhan...." &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;Thats my Papa. I have a lot of great memories with him. He ask any questions and he loves to listen. From learning how to ride a bike and to drive... To have a so... I was there when he was making kwento to my husband what position is the best to have a son... believe me my Papa is an expert after having 5 sons with my mom. My dad is palikero, but I never hate him because is he responsible as always, even I am married...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;"&gt;Love you Papa. I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-3028153958656495605?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3028153958656495605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=3028153958656495605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/3028153958656495605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/3028153958656495605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/edgardo.html' title='Edgardo'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-1486794833609614</id><published>2009-02-20T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:31:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in SG</title><content type='html'>I dunno... I have something in my mind. I already cried but I still cant sleep. Most of the time I'll cry and get tired of it and fall asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things bugging me right now, and I already drank 2 tablets of biogesic... but still I am up. I have work tomorrow, to finish a lot of documentation. I am tempted not to go work and call in sick... but I'll have tons of work on Monday of I don't come to work tomorrow... err later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I'm in some other planet, that might not make me bored or something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-1486794833609614?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1486794833609614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=1486794833609614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/1486794833609614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/1486794833609614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless-in-sg.html' title='Sleepless in SG'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-5985404332511090989</id><published>2009-02-20T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:15:21.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel sad when we think of how fortunate we are by comparing ourselves to those who's less fortunate... I feel bad. Just to feel and realize how blessed we are, we tend to see others suffering. Do you ever feel that way sometimes? Most of the times I make fun of it... especially the "PILAY story".. for those who knows me... and the story you know what I mean... though I feel sad after making fun of the pilay story. Its not that I dislike the disable....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It human nature I guess, but its awful. Whenever I friend of mine would say that they are sad or got this gazillion problems in life or they just dont know what to wear for tonights party... I would always bring this up by starting with "Isipin mo nga yung pilay... inde nakakapag medyas..." and there will it start a funny, wicked conversation... But in the end of it all, its sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In reality we appreciate what we have for moment whenever we hear a sad story of someone from someone or watched a tragic situation in Maala Ala mo kaya or Magpakailan Man. Maybe that is the reason why we Filipinos love it, the drama to compare our current situation to others. We pity them and afterwards iisipin natin na "Maswerte pa din tayo... yun nga iniwan ng asawa...or nabaon sa utang at wow hanep naka pangasawa ng puti, nakaahon sa utang..." Then this situation and story brings us hope, don't you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever we feel helpless and seems no solution to anything else we think of those Unfortunate Ones... but it would be best to be thankful everyday that we are blessed and not to compare ourselves to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe this is reality? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-5985404332511090989?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5985404332511090989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=5985404332511090989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5985404332511090989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5985404332511090989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfortunate.html' title='Unfortunate'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-8136144651067938148</id><published>2009-02-18T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:53:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll See You Soon</title><content type='html'> &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=mp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158307083697&amp;site=widget-b1.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158307083697&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p1/504403158307083697/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158307083697&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p2/504403158307083697/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158307083697&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p4/504403158307083697/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;I'm so inspired with Cold Play's I'll see you soon... I can't wait. Seeing the pictures made me inspire to strive harder to see them... to hear their laughter, to hug and kiss them once again. I should get up and be  strong. Focus... Focus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;God is good and he will guide me through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-8136144651067938148?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8136144651067938148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=8136144651067938148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8136144651067938148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8136144651067938148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-you-soon.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll See You Soon'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-8862671276399040954</id><published>2009-02-15T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:21:25.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Paula and I have this wonderful openess. We always talk and she never hesitate to ask me, or tell me anything. I'm proud that she is like that. I never had that kind of openess to my Mama when I was young. Anyways, we always talk over mobile, sms, chat and video chat. After school she logs in her dad's laptop and make sure to say hello or make kwento of what are the things that happened in school. Tonight was different. Not the usual hello and how are you Ma? She was sad and she have tears on her eyes... She blurted "Mama, I miss you..." And I ask why are you crying sweetie? Never replied.... sobbing on her pillow. I buzz her which she always do whenever she sees me crying on webcam. Then she type back, "Umuwi ka na mama... I miss you so much.  We are a sad family...." An 8 year old couldn't showered with toys... My Paula, can't be showered with material things that she have. She values family and knowing me I cried... such a cry baby that I am, I can't help but show her I am crying (usually when I cry, I turn off the webcam). So I explained that I'll try my best to come home or for her to come again to SG... His dad came to the picture and I can see them talk and Jae said, "Come home, Rae" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paula and Jae is very open as well. Then Jae, typed what Paula said, you never ask her what's on her mind when we are on the way to the airport. I was looking at her looking. She's just looking outside the window, and that is so unusual behavior of her, because whenever she's in the car, she talks a lot. That moment, she was all quiet and looking outside. I was so scared to ask her feelings that time, because I know it will be so hard for me to accept. And that was my big fault. There is something in her mind and I never ask. I guess, now I understand my Mama, that she's just scared to ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bothered. I'd like to come home at the same time. Any jobs in the Philippines? Trainer? Learning Specialist? I have mixed emotions. I would like to retire by age 40, that is 10 years from now.... I would like to give my kids everything... but how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-8862671276399040954?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8862671276399040954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=8862671276399040954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8862671276399040954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8862671276399040954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/breakdown.html' title='The Breakdown'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-9117862947379016659</id><published>2009-02-13T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:16:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/1202HNR001_m.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On my way to another yard to conduct training, one of the engineer informed me that FUN is Free! All you have to do is sms 2009 to 797777 to get SMS passport that gives you a chance to obtain free admission to &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="www.birdpark.com.sg/ "&gt;Jurong Bird Park&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="www.nationalmuseum.sg/"&gt;National Museum of Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="www.rivercruise.com.sg/"&gt;Singapore River Cruises&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="www.singaporeflyer.com.sg"&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is one way to attract people to go out and enjoy. The recession is on going and the SG government is doing its best not to let their citizen to feel the world is turning upside down... So they are giving them the oppurtunity to have fun for the whole weekend of Febuary until March 1. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I already sms and I have my fun passport, atleast even in few hours I'll need not to worry about recession... :*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-9117862947379016659?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/9117862947379016659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=9117862947379016659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/9117862947379016659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/9117862947379016659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-for-free.html' title='Fun for Free'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-8538090849328529953</id><published>2009-02-12T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:31:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eiekkk!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting stressed everyday...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People and friends were getting retrenched...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I am panicking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-8538090849328529953?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8538090849328529953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=8538090849328529953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8538090849328529953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8538090849328529953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/eiekkk.html' title='Eiekkk!!!'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-8258371747945575281</id><published>2009-02-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:24:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://raesuppasexy.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SY21aQoKCEUAAAGBfwo1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://raesuppasexy.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SY21CQoKCEUAAGhVHaA1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.raesuppasexy.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SY21CQoKCEUAAGhVHaA1/09-10-08-1512.jpg?et=qn0US2dmC81ML2qNTIpKBg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ship is sinking, group yourselves into one...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is getting worried about the the crisis that is happening all over the world and foreign workers working in Singapore. In Keppel Offshore and Marine, they have announced that they will remove 10% of workforce in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; Keppel Company. That includes Keppel Shipyard, Keppel FELS, Keppel Shipyard Benoi, Keppel Singmarine, Keppel Energy, Keppel Logistics, Keppel Land, Keppel Bank or even Keppel Road... Keppel is one big company and its like a household name in SG. They started cutting down the workers from contractors since most of the ship owners files bankruptcy. Just come to think of it, building one ship is not just thousand of dollars, we are talking about millions. They already started taking off people and giving them immediate force resignation, just after Chinese New Year... I have one team, consist of 5 Trainers and now, I am left. Worried enough that I still don't have savings so I am starting to look for some openings in other company. My employment statues in Keppel is 1 year contract and I am hoping to be absorbed, but with what is happening... I am scared and all I can do is hold on with God's promise. It was an awful scenarios, employees cleaning up their desk and wont see them the next day. Cubicles were getting empty everyday. Two months back when the downfall of AIG and Leehman Brothers broke out in public, our SGM assured that Shipping business is not affected by this turmoil... but hence we can now feel the effect. The sudden lost of my whole team? Scary and now I am worried. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-8258371747945575281?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8258371747945575281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=8258371747945575281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8258371747945575281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/8258371747945575281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-2026441271554354894</id><published>2009-02-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:19:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back to SG</title><content type='html'>   &lt;div&gt;I'm back in SG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so sad again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote this while on the plane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;"As of now I am literally in the plane blogging at this moment. I can't forget Paula's sad face on our way to the airport. I am guilty as charge. I know she wanted to say something, I can feel it and I am so scared to ask. I miss her already. 8 days was so fast and I am looking forward to come back home. I hope I can save as much as I could so I can visit home again. Yuan seems so clueless, but the sweetest part of it is that he was with me at the passenger seat while inside the car. He hugged me tight when I bid him goodbye. As if he doesn't want to let go... and I don't want to either. But I need to. My husband can't help but say sorry in the airport... even before we left our house, with tears and holding it back. I know in his heart that he was sad and can't help but hold my hand while he was driving. I'm looking forward to see him very soon in SG. I hope I have convinced him enough to stay with me. I am so spaced out right now. I can still feel Daddy Lo's hug and his tears gushing, Paula's sad face. This is so emotional, I just can't help but cry and cry this whole flight. My bff Loren met up in the airport, before I depart... her sincere hug, the true friend hug... I certainly miss our cry nights and laughter. My Jae's last long kiss... I was confused if its goodbye or don't go..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-2026441271554354894?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2026441271554354894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=2026441271554354894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2026441271554354894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2026441271554354894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/02/coming-back-to-sg.html' title='Coming Back to SG'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-5887333478714819225</id><published>2009-01-22T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:06:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing its Sunday</title><content type='html'>Recently I'm having mixed emotions for the past few days thats why I can't blog at all. I'm upset, stressed, fierce, scared, bothered, worried, happy, excited, delighted, wondering, sad, in love, and hopeful.Hirap pag ganito nararamdaman... mas kakaiba pa sa mixed nuts e... Inde ko alam kung ano pa...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, my heart went so heavy... problems back in the Philippines and with our house here in Yishun. I don't want to go to details, but it was one of the saddest  day I have across the miles. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though excited at the same time because Janey's getting married. Everyone is having wedding jitters and maybe &lt;a href="http://www.astrologycom.com/mercret.html"&gt;Mercury Retrograde&lt;/a&gt;... I've been so addicted to &lt;a href="http://jasonmagbanua.com/blog/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;, Janey introduced me to Cheska Garcia and Doug Kramer's Wedding and I got hooked to Cold Play... I wish I have a guitar here to chill for a moment every time I feel alone and lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Thrusday night... days are in slowmo mode.... I wish today is Sunday.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-5887333478714819225?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5887333478714819225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=5887333478714819225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5887333478714819225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5887333478714819225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishing-its-sunday.html' title='Wishing its Sunday'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-4180915988692743966</id><published>2009-01-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:30:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubby and my daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 9px;white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=mp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158304531281&amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158304531281&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/504403158304531281/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158304531281&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/504403158304531281/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158304531281&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p4/504403158304531281/mp_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-4180915988692743966?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4180915988692743966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=4180915988692743966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/4180915988692743966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/4180915988692743966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hubby-and-my-daughter.html' title='My hubby and my daughter'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-5297889378813180985</id><published>2009-01-10T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:13:53.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just can't help but count the days!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just so excited. I don't what will I do first... I want to go to Tagaytay and feel the cold breeze and visit Pink Sisters. Whenever I visit Tagaytay I always drop by the summer house... Sobrang ka relax... Gusto kong magmongha sa Tagaytay and be with the kids and Jae, kaso Pau have school... Paano kaya? And I have to organize the party for the kids... hayy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-5297889378813180985?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5297889378813180985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=5297889378813180985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5297889378813180985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/5297889378813180985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-excited.html' title='So Excited'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-2373007638412343491</id><published>2009-01-08T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:57:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two In One Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today is the day. January 8... Our wedding anniversary. I didn't married the man of my dreams but I consciously married the man that I know will make my heart skip with fireworks forever. We have our differences... believe me the first 7 years of marriage was a roller coaster ride, but We had our thrill. It was a blast, and looking back makes me smile and make you feel so proud. I wouldn't say that the marriage we have is perfect... but we try our best to work things out. We've learned how to compromise, because we are both different individuals... I'm stubborn, he's patient. I love alternative rock, he love's rap and RNB. I'm the joker, he's gulible. Promdi sya, Manila girl ako -- haha... I'm loyal... he's not (sometimes... peace tayo Jae--- Love you.) The best are yet to come, and everyday even we're apart I learn more things about him... On how he can manage our kids and spend so much quality time with them, even forgetting that he also need to socialize with our good friends in the Philippines. We grew up together... we know each other for so long... more that 13 years now... more than a decade... and I'm happy that we are still together and finding new and interesting things about us...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know there will be a lot of bumps in this journey together and I know with God's guidance and HIS love will hold on with our promises to HIM. Lets expect more thrilling rides and massive laughter.... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love you Mahal... I'll see you soon. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 387px;HEIGHT: 260px;" height="502" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/DSC01186.jpg" width="540" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" style="WIDTH: 426px;HEIGHT: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=mp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158302261992&amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com"&gt;  &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px;TEXT-ALIGN: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158302261992&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/504403158302261992/mp_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158302261992&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/504403158302261992/mp_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158302261992&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p4/504403158302261992/mp_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I gave birth to Juan Carlito Santos Dimaano, January 8, 2008 through Cesarian delivery in the City of Muntilupa, Philippines. He turns &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; today. I feel so sad that I'm not with him right now (yung kontrabida kong boss ang dapat iblame e), though I  heared him uttering "Mama..." over the phone this morning... that makes me glad. I miss him, just can't wait to see him this 25th. Hayy, so excited. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday Yuan! I love you so much. Can't wait to see... I miss you! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Your one of the best gift that I received from above and I'm sorry that I'm not with you... Bawi si Mama... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-2373007638412343491?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2373007638412343491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=2373007638412343491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2373007638412343491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2373007638412343491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-in-one-special-day.html' title='Two In One Special Day'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-6685359587695711749</id><published>2009-01-04T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:35:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Depression</title><content type='html'>  If ever I die today&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would anyone notice&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-6685359587695711749?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6685359587695711749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=6685359587695711749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/6685359587695711749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/6685359587695711749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-depression.html' title='The Great Depression'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202662930891285007.post-67338065175354824</id><published>2009-01-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:16:52.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hunt for a Skin Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been hours since I got home and I did check my emails and social networking and I am searching for a &lt;a href="http://www.TattooArtists.org/Img56967__Img56967_IMG_5360.jpg.asp"&gt;good skin art&lt;/a&gt;. I was hoping to get it last year before my birthday however I am here in SIngapore and scared to be inked by the locals. Its like getting a haircut in SG.... they can't do it properly. Mike, &lt;a href="http://beaujaney.multiply.com/"&gt;Janeys&lt;/a&gt;' fiancee had 2 haircut in one day.... why? because they can't seem to understand what he is trying to say in English. So, getting Inked in SG is not an option. I'm going home and have it with &lt;a href="http://www.tattooatjoe.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;... I have thought of this thousand of times, I've been wanting to have it since high school. My hubby even advised me to have a tattoo on my CS stitch... but I wouldn't want it there... I don't want to cover that big embroidery in my tummy... that's labour of love, I tell you. I might have it in my back... I want to have &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Cherry-Blossom-Tattoo-Designs---The-True-Meaning&amp;id=1054700"&gt;cherry blossoms&lt;/a&gt;... as if it was falling. Or a rosary in my hands... I can see my mom's face... she'll be upset... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l4/alegrea/the_tattoo_is_done_by_vigaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://tattoojoy.de/gallery/img/Religious/Rosaries/8525t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don't want the rosary in my ankle but I wanted it on my hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This coming CNY, I'll be coming home! To celebrate my Yuan, Paula's and Jae's birthday.... triple celebration... maybe I'll add on my long &lt;a href="http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-man-is-island.html"&gt;overdue birthday&lt;/a&gt; as well.... I was supposed to come home Sept 7-13, but my boss wouldn't allow me to... we are in amidst of projects that time and until now we are... I even have my ticket that time... Hayyy, nasayang...if I'm gonna rebook and use that ticket parang bumili na din ako ng new one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited... Ilang tulog na lang... 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More blessings to everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most important... give love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202662930891285007-2588185309785683194?l=alegreascrib.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2588185309785683194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202662930891285007&amp;postID=2588185309785683194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2588185309785683194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202662930891285007/posts/default/2588185309785683194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alegreascrib.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009'/><author><name>alegrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155608942032019903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12888873245811277824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>