<?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-6008607791512496041</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:07:13.925-07:00</updated><category term='break up'/><title type='text'>what's on my mind?!...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-9013058544713220657</id><published>2010-04-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:02:44.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right now... im thinking ugh</title><content type='html'>right now... im lying in bed with a laptop.. and i have this big thing in my mind..which is important.. i was so happy a few weeks ago.. my boyfriend is here already from work for 8mths, and now we're together always.. before all im hoping is him by my syd.. i thought everythng will be just fine but na ah ah.. i lost a job.. my contract is end already.. but thank God my boss is so generous he gave me 1 more month to my job and prove it that i can be lyk dem.. but now its half way of the month to do it.. and im not really doing the things that to be do.. why am i feel so easy right now.. just waking up late, eat my breakfast watch my favorite series.. going somewhere, eat anythng i crave.. its so easy.. and i don't feel really good this way..im afraid of what will happen after this.. i now i need to find new job.. im scared, but im still fytng for it not to be scared.. i hope God is with me.. i hope that he will guide me and never leaves me.. im justhaving a vacation ryt now but this is only temporary after ths i need to go down there into the real world.. ineed to find for a living.. we're human,  we have lot things we need.. not just love.. but gratitude towards work and love and more AND MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-9013058544713220657?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/9013058544713220657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=9013058544713220657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/9013058544713220657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/9013058544713220657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-now-im-thinking-ugh.html' title='right now... im thinking ugh'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-9132712187964589955</id><published>2009-05-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:00:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bADtRiP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's 3:30 in the morning and i've heard myfriend calling myname and i go out...and i saw him frowning and look so tense and something that he wants to say to me but he can't and then i ask him why? what's wrong?he said i can't go to Bantayan Island my phone explode cause by to much charging and i can't go i don't have money instead of going their i rather buy a phone..he explain to me that he have lots of commitments and he can't go without a phone, he thinks about his transactions...so me i offer to him to lend my money just to get there to Bantayan..i get a litle angry but i tried and fake my self  not to get look angry..  will well done i convince him to make it.  He got home pack up his things and me i take a bath and waited him.. when we're in the vehicles he just suddenly said to me that lets go to Boracay Island.. Boracay Island is much better than Banatayan it is most known as the most beach paradise in aklan..  and i think  for  a while and ask him what comes to your mind that you said that? he said nothing! ..and we got to the buss  he introduce his 6 friends to me..  where all excited and we all ready to go t o banatayan while on thebuss this girl name jon2x is sitting beside me..and accidentally she  also going to the beach..  she ask me if  i been to the beach before and i say no this will be my first time  and she talks  to me the beauty of this place..the wonders of this Bantayan Island and i feel so so so much excited to see it.. she talks about the sands is so white and fine.. place is not really over crowded a lots of foreignrs coming there to spend time... she talks about the cave that has a fresh water...the resorts and a lot moree about this beach...  as we got to the port to Bantayan Island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-9132712187964589955?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/9132712187964589955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=9132712187964589955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/9132712187964589955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/9132712187964589955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2009/05/badtrip.html' title='bADtRiP...'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-6028815393590811740</id><published>2008-12-07T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:40:28.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's been a while that i had you in my arms..and now we've miles apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but eventhough our love is distance apart your still the one that i'de love to be with in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cherish the moment i'de wake up with you by myside..have breakfast with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and especially walking with you, with  your hand on my hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your far and im sad..but sadness will be gone if you're here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ill be waiting and waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-6028815393590811740?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/6028815393590811740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=6028815393590811740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/6028815393590811740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/6028815393590811740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while-that-i-had-you-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-4882198438122169949</id><published>2008-10-05T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:06:17.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>breaking up it's a hard thing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had a guy friend..his funny&lt;br /&gt;last night i was bored and i texted him..its good coz he replyed at me immediately he said  his going to fetch me at home with his motorcycle..will im glad im out in my home..&lt;br /&gt; we went to our other friend name rhea, she's selling fishballs while rhea's is cooking our fish balls and some  orders i ask him about his love life..will that's not unssual to me..i always ask my friends about thier lives..&lt;br /&gt;he open up to me, he said his planning to break up with his girlfriend will im kinda not shock coz everytime we see each other i ask him and he always  told me that they're getting weaker they always agrueing...will as a advicer friend i ask him why you want to break up with her?do you still love her?what are the things that you don't like to her? i ask him to open his mind why he need to do it and also make him sure if he must to it..&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he was tired of having a relationship like that always had fight..or agruing in a small things.. he said that his girlfriend don't trust him  anymore she always turn back all of  his  mistakes from the past  everytime they got fight..&lt;br /&gt;and the problem is.. his scared to break up  to her girlfriend coz she don't want to see her girlfriend crying in front with her and he said that there's a posibilities that his plan of breaking up will be change... and he don't know how to talk to and how to explain to a girl..&lt;br /&gt;can you help me guy's of his problem??im concern to him and to his girlfriend also..&lt;br /&gt;will if  i where him..since they lost their trust from each other and they don't understand each other i will end up the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;but i let the girl understand everything...i want to tell what i really felt even it might get hurt her feelings..coz for me hurting other person doesn't mean she's a loser or mean dumping her, hurting for me means you felt humane in yourself its a natural feeling that you get hurt coz you know everythng in the future will suddenly turn in to a different..ill thank her for the little moment of happiness..ill make her understand that living someones life doesn't mean our life is over..&lt;br /&gt;guys,do you think it will make her girlfriend understand and make her girlfriend relief?&lt;br /&gt;but me i think time will healed the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-4882198438122169949?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/4882198438122169949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=4882198438122169949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4882198438122169949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4882198438122169949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-up-its-hard-thing-to-do.html' title='breaking up it&apos;s a hard thing to do'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-2519145385117124150</id><published>2008-08-25T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:59:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel ok now...but there's still one thing in my mind that i cared about..i know it's a past issue about my me but i still consider it as a problem..i still don't have the answers to that problem...for now i just stay calm in relax i konw God will help me about it..i know God waiting for the right time to make that things clear in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who has no PROBLEM?!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i think we all have problems in life....but if we need sometimes a space so that we can breath easyly.. we can set aside our problems and think good things in life and if the time comes that we serve all the strenGth and ready to fight for a battle or face problems we can do it..for me  its depends to a person how he handles life. For me life is such a challenging and wonderful, i think im appreciating life right now...if your done with your college life..you will feel big different your ways and views in life you feel maturity, you can easily understand things around you that you can't explain when your a young...20's is still young but what i mean is the mental side, a lots of realization in life..  oh oh oh...let me read i again what i write coz i dont know whats my point here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-2519145385117124150?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/2519145385117124150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=2519145385117124150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/2519145385117124150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/2519145385117124150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/08/untitled.html' title='untitled...'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-4484897841384885724</id><published>2008-08-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:58:19.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was friday and everyone in the office suggesting, where to have lunch...every end of the week we have lunch out.. some say to aboy's,l'sea,imay's other say malls but they said its a usual place so they decided to eat near at school..its more affordable because its near at school which is nene's wll its  good  because its a student price and  the food is really  great..&lt;br /&gt;as we go along to our lunch place..i was sitting in front with ms. happy and behind are my other officemate, i was so silent thinking about something in the past  and listening to the music which is a little bit sad..i remember my brother who died a months ago and it happended that our driver made a shortcut to nene's which is along  the place my brother die..it just came to my mind.." yeah, i been here before" with all the  hope and prayers just to save my brothers life..and i clearly hear my mom voice "i dont want to go back to that place anymore its to much hurts done" ...and suddenly i keep fighting back my tears..and i was new to my self..why should i cry..its done!i put out all the heartaches when my brother buried..i accept all the things that happened..it's done!it's done!...and i saw this store's that i made my coffee  and streets that i've walked at the middle of the night to buy towels and soap for my brother's  hygiene..all that sad moments that happened in that place flashing back to my mind..his face, his situation before... i feelthat my hands are shaking and i felt  excruciating inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i can't help but cry..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i get over it..a months  maybe its not enough to forget someone so close to you..and i think  the aches will keep coming back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-4484897841384885724?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/4484897841384885724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=4484897841384885724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4484897841384885724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4484897841384885724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/08/grieve.html' title='grieve'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-425825888523876803</id><published>2008-08-16T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:26:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my routine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i woke up early in the morning and have a cup of coffee,i cant live without coffee anymore..coffe makes me feel wide a wake...&lt;br /&gt;i  feel the cool out side and watch the  morning dew on my heart shape teaplant..this teaplant is made by my boyfriend, he is so lovely he made a heartshape teaplant....its a wonderful day thanking God to have a another day. I prepared my dress to wear  before i take abath i eat a little in my breakfast and by eight im waitng for ride to  go to office.As i sit in my table i feel relief  oh thank God i got this job, i open my planner check all the tasks and do something..im proud to myself! oh yeah, i have a job i can gain knowledge and money.&lt;br /&gt;After work we do biking for healthy fitness, sometimes swim and we go to gym to sweat it out. Thats  what i do for the whole week&lt;br /&gt;its my routine ......&lt;br /&gt;and in weekened i stayed at home watching my favorite episodes (grey's anatomy)! for 5 hours and then played around with my dog his name is spark, he is a belgian mallinois i throw balls and then he run it and fetch it and he will give it to you..nice dog it can give you  a little joy, sometimes we walk along the subdivisions, sometimes i go out with my mom we go to mall to cool up..at night i surf the net..i surf my favorite celebrity brangelina, i always update myself about them i like the family he made he adopt childrens in a diffrent races its amazing,she got six childrens right now 3 adopted and biological...she's a great mom!&lt;br /&gt;And if sunday i woke up early in the morning in go to church i thank God for everything...i feel incomplete for the whole week if  i didn't attend the mass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-425825888523876803?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/425825888523876803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=425825888523876803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/425825888523876803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/425825888523876803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-routine.html' title='my routine...'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-1525609260272347308</id><published>2008-08-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:34:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>close to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we all need companion.. even dog wants to  feel with somebody..&lt;br /&gt;when we are a kid we have lot of  playmates to be with to share our toys and have fun. And our parents send us to school so that we can learn things that we must learn and thats the time we meet acquiantances, acquiantances that  would be part of our life forever..maybe a friend or a foe or just simply a nobody....&lt;br /&gt;when we are at school we have lots of  friend. yeah, its natural..school is full of  students.. and we have a big chance to gain more friends...&lt;br /&gt;now that im facing a real world  i realized how much important is the "friendship"  facing this stage is really  exhausting you need to be strong, to feel confident to be brave, couragious...life is not a joke..we need to be feel human beings ,to be complete and beleive me or not we need someone.. a friend a companion to be there in us and strenghtening us in our eveyday life...  we all have problems in life i beat that, a little talk to our friend can light up our minds... a friend who ask if we're ok or not can make us feel how important we are..  its right no man is an island..we all need someone to be there always through good times and bad times...&lt;br /&gt;if  i where  you guy's ..find a good friend, a friend to be there for you if  you need someone to talk to and made you cheer up when your down..and if you find them be like them, be nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-1525609260272347308?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/1525609260272347308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=1525609260272347308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/1525609260272347308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/1525609260272347308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/2008/08/close-to-you.html' title='close to you...'/><author><name>niksdashdee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17316275153069880799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-6335360780250162828</id><published>2008-08-16T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:14:57.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best part of anything.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..i had this Godfather before he is always present in my birthday's and graduation's day.. he always ask my mom and my dad to have some dinner when i was a little girl and i really enjoy eating my favorite meal and especailly my favorite pasta "spaghetti" i think kids love spaghetti because when i was a small i really like to eat it...yummy and saucey licious! he also teach me how to drive when i was in high school, one time i was to tired practicing and that's the first time he push me to do something to do it to learn it... he is so nice he acts like a father to me,  he thinks about my future  life..he really cared about my life he is the only person who is overprotected to me.. he wants to sure my life to be ok! and i really i appreciate everything he done to me and i said to myself when time comes that i can have  my own, a job, a family i said to myself  that i wont forget him i will be proud of him because he always their to make me feel happy and fine, and make me feel that im very important person..and one day it just suddenly change everything, i was on the right age"when he told me he is my father" at first i didn't take it seriously i set up my mind that this is just a joke, i think that he just said that things to me because he is aloner his childrens have a family  and they can not take care of their dad anymore..his wife gone to, and my thought is all wrong..only to find out that he give up his family to be with me and my mom...he loves my mom and me..see how stupid he was just to be with us.  We have a family to, i have a dad  with me all of my life...and a siblings i cant give them up to like what he did....so i stop seeing him and i made him stop fathering to me...that he made his heart ache.. he begs to see me coz he said that he is my father im supposed to be with him. I cried i get hurt..i dont know what to do to him i ask a lot of people what should i do but all they can say is it depends on me. After this happened i never ask my mom if  this is all true..i just want to forget it and live out of it.. i dont know if  i had a right decision because until now i cared about him.. i get hurt when time comes that i remembered how he cared about me and how he wants to be with me as my parents...&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad i dont anyone to get hurt.. i love my family i dont want them to get hurt and idont him to get hurt to but i need to choose only one to be with either to him or my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-6335360780250162828?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/6335360780250162828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008607791512496041.post-4844141619474827516</id><published>2008-08-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:26:07.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newbies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was my first day in my first job..i was feeling great for having a job!OH YEAH!! at last i have a work...i been through a lot of  interviews i encountered high professionals convicing them to hire me and a lot of  exams,  and job huntings. ..as i woke up at 6am i feel the excitement, thrilled(i don't know why" thrill" maybe because im to shy to meet the staff )..my time in is 9:00 am so what i did is i came early so that i wont feel embarass if you are newbies you will think how to  impress them, you want to prove that you can be a good employee, you wil be prompt to greet them, you want your work to be perfect  but other people said especially who had an experience  that if you are newbies it's natural to have mistakes sometimes because you can't learn the job or you can't do accurately in your job if you are a first timer it takes time to master, it need more practice to make it perefect well that what  i put in my mind so that i can have a peace of mind... and one thing that will concern you is the fellas!  i mean your staff mates you need to adjust  because your a newbies..all of them had moments and they bonded for a month and a year in you as a newbies will have to adjust to them cause your new... i think it wont take for a days  to be with them to closely be with them like me..now it was my 3rd day of duty and im just here at my table alone familiarizing my work...and thinking what will happened soon and thinking about the lesson that i need to learn..i think this post is not yet done i'll try soon to post again about newbies..  it's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-4844141619474827516?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/4844141619474827516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008607791512496041&amp;postID=4844141619474827516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4844141619474827516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008607791512496041/posts/default/4844141619474827516'/><link rel='alternate' 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they're atleast three people who wants to talk to me..i chatted brent,paula and liz..&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;         brent and i talk about jobs and its so awesome before we just go to school and now.. some of  as having jobs and  other still searching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;daw ka real world ngd&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;its good to here a news from him that they're get together with  our classmates and they enjoying spending  thier salaries, they go out and have dinner,slep over and drinking session.. and he said ,if you have big income your are sorry coz you get paid big...paula didn't talk much, she just ask me about how to put pictures in powerpoint presentation..and liz she's still interesting.. when you chatted her she will give many website  links , it just like she's  teaching you how to used your computer in useful way and to be more fun to use it..she will introduce some of websites and she will ask you to try to open it or to join in it..she send link to me  yestereve and its blogger.com and  im very new to this and it interest me..since i've always write my thoughts in my cute notebook why should i try this one it's more fun..you can blog as many as you can, you can put your own works like drawings,the music you like and videos, you'll received coments from your friends you will now about your friends also.. its just like online diaries..and i think its fun.. in this will be my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     hope i can recieve coments and can encourage me more to post blogs!yoohooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008607791512496041-1698432263107717104?l=nixdash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nixdash.blogspot.com/feeds/1698432263107717104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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