yahoo! callgurls

so not full of myself

hehe....

QUALITIES OF A GREAT PARTNER

1. A HAPPY DISPOSITION - look for a happy, optimistic person. Find
someone who has a sense of humor and can laugh at himself/herself...
True happiness springs from a content heart. Beware of the person who is
only happy when you are around. You're going to get tired of being
responsible for another person's happiness. You could end up feeling guilty when
the person slips into bouts of depression... True happiness is... a part
of a person's character, regardless of the circumstances.

2. THOUGHTFULNESS -... How does your date treat his parents and
yours? Chances are you'll get treated very much the same way. Does he see
things that need to be done and offer to help? Or does he put his own needs
first? Does he open the car door and wait to seat you at the table? Manners
are important- and they seldom get better after marriage.


3. NOT EASILY ANGERED - ... Temper outbursts... can be the
symptom of internal hostility. This hostility is often repressed during courtship
as a person is trying hard to be on his best behavior... Take seriously
any outburst you observe, and check with others who have known this
person in different situations to see if they have noticed this trait... The
way a woman treats her younger brother may be an indication of how she will
treat her husband... Be leery of the person who has not learned to express
his anger in words and instead merely harbors angry feelings in his
heart. Going silent and withdrawing from a loved one because of anger is
unhealthy and damaging to a relationship... Be sure you date a person long
enough to observe how easily he or she becomes angry and how these feelings
are expressed. Ask yourself, "Is this what I want to live with for a
lifetime?"

4. WILLING TO SOLVE PROBLEMS - It's almost impossible to solve
relationship problems by yourself. Marry someone who will be honest enough to
admit being wrong, who doesn't have a habit of blaming others...

5. PURITY - Purity is not just an old-fashioned virtue... it's just
safer to date someone who hasn't played around... At the same time you should
not hold it against a person for past sexual involvement. You cannot
always judge a person's true purity by virginity alone... Mind purity is
equally important. Is your date pure in his thoughts and speech, as
well as behavior? What jokes does he tell? What music does she listen to?
What movies does he watch? What books or magazines does she read? Are they
pure or suggestive? Mind pollution can lead to disrespect of the opposite
sex.

6. TRUTHFUL - Too often couples play games when they are
becoming acquainted... playing games in a relationship is a form of
dishonesty... Marriage isn't a game. It's a serious lifetime commitment. Search your
own feelings and share honestly during your courtship. Be You.

7. GOOD HEALTH HABITS - No one wants to marry a slob - and few
do...Bad health habits are difficult to break. That is why it's best to look
for a person who has already established positive health practices.

8. ACCEPTS RESPONSIBILITY - Here are some questions that might
detect irresponsibility: ... Does she see things that need to be done and do
them? Does he volunteer to help? Does she get to places on time? Does he
make lame excuses to get out of responsibilities? Does she take her
talents seriously and work to improve her skills? Does he take care of his car
and other personal possessions?... Think about it. Just how responsible is
the person you are dating?

9. GOOD SENSE OF SELF-WORTH - Often in a dating relationship,
individuals with a poor self-esteem glean a sense of value from the person
they're with. They become dependent on them to make them feel good... If you
don't want to live a lifetime having to tiptoe around a person's fragile
ego or having to hold yourself back for fear of how your spouse will react,
then be careful not to get emotionally involved with someone who has a low
sense of self-worth.

10. LIKES CHILDREN - Before marriage you may discuss children, but
unless you're around a lot of children and can observe your date interacting
with them in a wide variety of situations, you really don't have any idea
about how he or she may discipline your children in the future. Seldom do
both parents totally agree on how a child should be raised. Finding someone
who at least likes children is an advantage.

11. A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD - It's very important for a
marriage partner to have a personal relationship with God. Look for someone
who is spiritually sensitive and willing to follow God's law. A
Spirit-filled life is one filled with love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness,
goodness, faith, meekness and temperance (Galatians 5:22,23). A person who
exhibits these traits is certainly easier to live with than someone who
doesn't... What about your date? If you're interested in a real Christian, make
sure his faith is part of his life twenty-four hours a day.

12. ACCEPTS YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE - True love is unconditional
love... The important question to ask is, "Do I love her faults?" Only when you
can truly love the total person, including all the points and bad habits,
can you accept your mate for who he is and not secretly wish you could
change him.

13. WILLING TO GROW - Good marriage partners grow together. They
encourage each other to maximize their knowledge, skills and
potential... Make sure the person you date seriously is the kind of
person who is open to learning and will make changes when changes need to be
made.

14. AFFECTIONATE - The ability to express love through words and
actions is vital for an intimate love relationship... look for tender words, acts
and touches that are given naturally and "appropriately" throughout the
day, and not just in private.

from jed mendoza daw....Ü

med check up

Start:

Feb 25, '05 9:00a

figure out where HP is located.....

mark ruiz......

igat!

mtv rich girls

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Other

Do check out mtv rich girls, it's about the Über-fab lives of teenage girls who didn't need to do anything to be filthy rich but be birthed.

The show runs for half an hour, so no one would snooze off while watching Tommy Hilfiger's daughter goin' around NYC in a rented limo, contemplating the possibility of being a park ave mom, shopping for a prom dress in a totally exclusive er, shop....Ü

Best line: "I'm sorry, I can't have conversations with people I don't know."

Catch it on free tv, every sundays at 7:30p...Ü

Bottomline: America has had created pretty,pretty monsters clothed in designer's clothes and walkin' in Manolo's....

my daughter

CLAIMED!

hugest klutz

got injured during a soccer prax....the proof......

peoplesupport pips

swiped from anais

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I see: people logging out of work already and I'm stucked in my cube!
I hate: being not able to stand my ground, be logical when stressing a point.....
I miss: my life in Davao.
I wonder: if I will be able to bear twins.
I find: myself wanting mikoy every goddamn day!!!
I want: a farm, a huge one, with lettuce and lavenders, and pink roses....
I regret: not being able to give my heart to some1 who's gonna keep it.
I need: a car [learning how to drive will come easy] because of the night shift....
I wish: I could just go back home and be a bum, but, still can shop...Ü or could marry a filthy rich widower who has a lil 2 year old squirt..Ü
I fear: silence, growing old alone, being barren......heehee
I hear: my fellow agents taking calls, saying the downscript in a machine-like manner...
I love: life, and the good things that came with it...
I smell: strawberried-up..
I crave: for lechon with mang tomas!!
I feel: really groggy when my shift starts...

When was the last time you...
Talked to an ex: a month ago..
Kissed someone: 3-4 months ago...
Were sarcastic: almost every day, to nasty callers.....
Laughed: each time when I get really good emails....
Cried: hard: when I lost 2 people I loved so well...
Had a nightmare: during transition stage, I've been seeing my database[vantive] in my sleep...
Danced: November 17, 2000, kai's birthday, we had the whole Apo View underground club to ourselves....
Smiled: every time....when a pretty thought crosses me...
Bought something? a set of sleep wear for 200 bucks, they're flowery and cheap...Ü
Last book you read: technically, the lil prince, i've to say the lil prince, tho, i never get to finish it juds...
Last song you heard: let's stop and talk awhile
Last movie you saw: the house of flying daggers with sheila and soy
Last thing you had to drink: when I felt like I needed SMB light in order to doze off......
Last time you showered: last night, before goin' to work...
Last thing you ate: m & m's plain

Do you...
Smoke: nope, i've rhinitis....
Do drugs: when my chest hurts, when i start to bang my head on my bedroom walls because of sleeplessness...
Live in the moment: during the shangrila weekend, i was thoughtless, it changed my life, drastically...
Sleep with stuffed animals: with a lil pup named biscuit
Have sex: lately, nope...Ü
Play an instrument: had piano lessons, but never did learn how to play it..
Had a dream that keeps coming back: the vantive script dream..grr...
Believe there is life on other planets: i bet there is, but i would not care...
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? yep, to some1 I truly cared about.....
Consider yourself tolerant of others: most of the time, but I'm good at snapping too...
Remember your first love? ryan....hi-skul wuv
Have any straight friends? most of them are...
Read the newspaper? lifestyle section....
Still love your first love? nope......not anymore
Believe in miracles: I do, I just do....
Have a favorite candy? skittles wild berries, licorice twists
Wish on stars?yesss, almost every time I see the first star in the night...
Believe in God: yep, ' believe His time is good...
Believe in magic: will do if I'd get to be pregnant...and the baby comes thru.....
Believe in astrology? it's silly, but, for the heck of it, I would read it....
Like the taste of alcohol: not so much, I love vodka cruiser mango tho...
Hate yourself? some bits and pieces of me, but,i sooo totally love me...
Talk to strangers who IM you: nope...unsafe..heehee
Have any bad habits: being pessimistic at times, and usually cranky when PMSing
Like your handwriting: a whole lot, soo not boring
Collect anything? tin cans, resto bills/ receipts, candy wraps from ppl, earrings...
Have a secret crush? am a loud and proud crusher, so there's none
Have any piercings? i've the normal pair of pierced ears, wanting to get my tongue pierced just like my sister...
Have any tattoos: will get one soon..[mulan]
Go to church: when Soy was still in cebu
Have any pets: no energy or money for them, kawawa sila...
Wear hats: a burgundy bonnet back in 2nd year high when our principal told me I cannot wear my hair oasis...
Pray: when am not too stressed, or when I badly need something or when I am awfully grateful for one thing
Believe in ghosts: I saw em twice...but in real life, there are a couple of em here roaming in Sykes..heehee
Care about looks? now: I do, I do!!! one had to be tidied up and clean and smelling great regardless of the time of the day...
Believe in Satan: when I see ex-buddies....
Believe in witches? this I have to verify...
Have a best friend: good buddies, best bud, don't have one now...

10 things.......♥

10 THINGS INSIDE YOUR BAG
1. hanky
2. pen
3. mobile phone
4. wallet
5. chapstick mint
6. house keys
7. mirror
8. atomizer
9. breath spray
10. post-its

9 THINGS YOU WEAR EVERYDAY:
1. undies
2. fave scent
3. blue jeans
4. pretty top
5. flip-flops
6. watch
7. earrings
8. cardigan
9. cheek stain

8 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOOD
1. chocolate mousse [giacomino's]
2. kabab [with cheese, in front of addu]
3. chiken burritos [ chimichangga's]
4. sio mai
5. halo-halo
6. carbonara
7. cheese burgers and fries
8. chinese fruit preserves

(DESCRIBE) 7 OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS
1. pretty
2. crazy
3. cynical
4. witty
5. fastidious
6. thoughtful
7. pervert

6 OF YOUR FAVE MOVIES
1. sabrina- wuv unrequited
2. a walk in the clouds- still wuv
3. the road home- can awfully relate
4. my best friend's wedding- the works
5. the ring- best college days scare
6. the sand lot- just because

5 THINGS IN YOUR ROOM
1. bed
2. hamper
3. cabinets
4. biscuit, the wee russ pup
5. stuffed drawer

4 THINGS YOU ATE TODAY
1. mocha cake
2. pinasugbo
3. pancit canton
4. m & m's

3 THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT [currently]
1. coffee
2. religion
3. undies

2 BOOKS/MAGZ U RECENTLY READ
1. candy mag- maxene magalona on cover
2. the lil prince- framed version

1 PERSON YOU CAN'T FORGET
1. MGJ


raen
yahoo! callgurl
i follow a terrible profession

C is for Crazy Crayons

♥



Heat makes a crayon a little loopy; it may melt into a swirl or pool into a whirl. With this in mind, we chopped up crayons and baked them in shaped mini cake tins, making large blocks that are easy for toddlers to hold and will surely inspire older artists. Encourage kids to come up with combinations: A blue-and-white blend for drawing the sky, for example, and a mix of reds and oranges for sunsets.

What You’ll Need
A kitchen knife
Old crayons
Mini-cake tins (we used pans with heart- and circle-shaped pockets)

Technique
1. Parents can use the knife to chop crayons into pea-size pieces, taking care to keep colors separate so kids can combine them as they like.

2. Preheat the oven to 150° while children fill the tin with crayon pieces, arranging them in interesting designs.

3. Bake just until the waxes have melted, 15 to 20 minutes.

4. Remove the shapes after they have cooled. If they stick, place tray in the freezer for an hour, and the crayons will pop out.

Homemade Marshmallows

Description:
Marshmallows were originally made from the root of the marshmallow plant; today, corn syrup and sugar are the main ingredients. Homemade ones can be cut into any shape you like.



Ingredients:
2 1/2 tablespoons unflavored gelatin
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 cup light corn syrup
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons pure vanilla extract
Confectioners' sugar, for dusting



Directions:
1. Combine gelatin and 1/2 cup cold water in the bowl of an electric mixer with whisk attachment. Let stand 30 minutes.

2. Combine granulated sugar, corn syrup, salt, and 1/2 cup water in a small heavy saucepan; place over low heat, and stir until sugar has dissolved. Wash down sides of pan with a wet pastry brush to dissolve sugar crystals.

3. Clip on a candy thermometer; raise heat to high. Cook syrup without stirring until it reaches 244° (firm-ball stage). Immediately remove pan from heat.

4. With mixer on low speed, slowly and carefully pour syrup into the softened gelatin. Increase speed to high; beat until mixture is very thick and white and has almost tripled in volume, about 15 minutes. Add vanilla; beat to incorporate.

5. Generously dust an 8-by-12-inch glass baking pan with confectioners’ sugar. Pour marshmallow mixture into pan. Dust top with confectioners’ sugar; wet your hands, and pat it to smooth. Dust with confectioners’ sugar; let stand overnight, uncovered, to dry out. Turn out onto a board; cut marshmallows with a dry hot knife into 1 1/2-inch squares, and dust with more confectioners' sugar.

Pink Heart Tuiles

Description:
The batter for these cookies may be made and kept refrigerated for two days. To make a template for these cookies, cut a three-inch heart-shaped hole in the center of a piece of heavy plastic, such as a coffee-can lid. Trace a heart cookie cutter for the shape, if you like. Spread the batter thinly over the template; if the batter is too thick, the tuiles may bubble

Ingredients:
1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
2/3 cup confectioners' sugar
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, room temperature
2 large egg whites, room temperature
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Pink food coloring


Directions:
1. In 2 separate bowls, sift flour and confectioners' sugar, and set aside.

2. In bowl of electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream butter and sifted confectioners' sugar on medium speed until light and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes. Beat in egg whites, one at a time, until fully incorporated. Add sifted flour; mix well. Add vanilla. Stir in food coloring until desired shade is reached.

3. Heat oven with two racks centered to 375º. Place two Silpats (French nonstick baking mats) on 2 baking sheets. Place template on corner of mat. With offset spatula, spread thin layer of batter over template, and lift template. Repeat to make 8 hearts, spaced equally, on each mat.

4. Bake cookies until cooked through but not brown, 3 to 5 minutes. Using a spatula, drape cookies over handle of a wooden spoon to curl slightly; let cool. If cookies cool before shaping, return pan to oven for 30 seconds. Bake remaining batter, making sure baking sheets are cool before spreading batter. Store in an airtight container, at room temperature, for up to 1 week.

treo 600

Status:	CLOSED
Category:	Electronics

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more english bloopers

1. I couldn't care a damn! >
2. What's your next class before this? (ANO DAW???!!!) >
3. Nothing in this world is perfect except the word "change" >
4. Can you repeat that for the second time around once more from the > top? (Ulitin natin hanggang mamatay tayo!) >
5. My dad brought home a lot of hand-me-downs! (Translation: Daming > pasalubong ng tatay ko) >
6. Standard and Chartered Bank >
7. I'm very iterated!!! (Transalation: Galit sya!) >
8. I'm sorry, my boss just passed away. (Translation: Kakadaan lang ng > boss nya) >
9. Hello, my boss is out of town. Would you like to wait? >
10. What happened after the erection of Mayon Volcano? >
11. Don't touch me not! >
12. Hello? ... For a while, please hang yourself... >
13. Its spilled milk under the bridge >
14. Don't change anything! Keep it at ease >
15. Hello McDo? Mag-i-inquire lang ako kung magkano ang kidney meal? > (Yung pang-batang pagkain) >
16. You!!! You're not a boy anymore! You're a man anymore! (Hmm... > sounds familiar) >
17. Out of fit ako these days eh... (Translation: Di sya > nakakapag-exercise) >
18. Come, lets join us! >
19. Bring down the house down! >
20. I'm the world champion of the World!!! >
21. Beneath the Belt! >
22. Rule of Hand... (Thumb yata ibig sabihin...) >
23. Can you repeat it once again? >
24. Mukhang haggard-looking >
25. Do you have more brighter ideas? >
26. Halatang obvious naman yata >
27. Ang higpit ng close fight >
28. Ang haba na ng long hair mo ah >
29. What kind of you?! >
30. You're gonna piss me out man!

paulo coelho's official site

http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/engl/

The Alchemist

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Paulo Coelho

The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.

He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it.

He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows.

It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof.

I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended.

He arose and, taking up his crook, began to awaken the sheep that still slept. He had noticed that, as soon as he awoke, most of his animals also began to stir. It was as if some mysterious energy bound his life to that of the sheep, with whom he had spent the past two years, leading them through the countryside in search of food and water. "They are so used to me that they know my schedule," he muttered. Thinking about that for a moment, he realized that it could be the other way around: that it was he who had become accustomed to their schedule.

But there were certain of them who took a bit longer to awaken. The boy prodded them, one by one, with his crook, calling each by name. He had always believed that the sheep were able to understand what he said. So there were times when he read them parts of his books that had made an impression on him, or when he would tell them of the loneliness or the happiness of a shepherd in the fields. Sometimes he would comment to them on the things he had seen in the villages they passed.

But for the past few days he had spoken to them about only one thing: the girl, the daughter of a merchant who lived in the village they would reach in about four days. He had been to the village only once, the year before. The merchant was the proprietor of a dry goods shop, and he always demanded that the sheep be sheared in his presence, so that he would not be cheated. A friend had told the boy about the shop, and he had taken his sheep there.

"I need to sell some wool," the boy told the merchant.

The shop was busy, and the man asked the shepherd to wait until the afternoon. So the boy sat on the steps of the shop and took a book from his bag.
"I didn't know shepherds knew how to read," said a girl's voice behind him.
The girl was typical of the region of Andalusia, with flowing black hair, and eyes that vaguely recalled the Moorish conquerors.

"Well, usually I learn more from my sheep than from books," he answered. During the two hours that they talked, she told him she was the merchant's daughter, and spoke of life in the village, where each day was like all the others. The shepherd told her of the Andalusian countryside, and related the news from the other towns where he had stopped. It was a pleasant change from talking to his sheep.
"How did you learn to read?" the girl asked at one point.

"Like everybody learns," he said. "In school."

"Well, if you know how to read, why are you just a shepherd?"

The boy mumbled an answer that allowed him to avoid responding to her question. He was sure the girl would never understand. He went on telling stories about his travels, and her bright, Moorish eyes went wide with fear and surprise. As the time passed, the boy found himself wishing that the day would never end, that her father would stay busy and keep him waiting for three days. He recognized that he was feeling something he had never experienced before: the desire to live in one place forever. With the girl with the raven hair, his days would never be the same again.

But finally the merchant appeared, and asked the boy to shear four sheep. He paid for the wool and asked the shepherd to come back the following year.

And now it was only four days before he would be back in that same village. He was excited, and at the same time uneasy: maybe the girl had already forgotten him. Lots of shepherds passed through, selling their wool.

"It doesn't matter," he said to his sheep. "I know other girls in other places."
But in his heart he knew that it did matter. And he knew that shepherds, like seamen and like travelling salesmen, always found a town where there was someone who could make them forget the joys of carefree wandering.

The day was dawning, and the shepherd urged his sheep in the direction of the sun. They never have to make any decisions, he thought. Maybe that's why they always stay close to me.

The only things that concerned the sheep were food and water. As long as the boy knew how to find the best pastures in Andalusia, they would be his friends.
Yes, their days were all the same, with the seemingly endless hours between sunrise and dusk; and they had never read a book in their young lives, and didn't understand when the boy told them about the sights of the cities. They were content with just food and water, and, in exchange, they generously gave of their wool, their company, and – once in a while – their meat.

If I became a monster today, and decided to kill them, one by one, they would become aware only after most of the flock had been slaughtered, thought the boy. They trust me, and they've forgotten how to rely on their own instincts, because I lead them to nourishment.

The boy was surprised at his thoughts. Maybe the church, with the sycamore growing from within, had been haunted. It had caused him to have the same dream for a second time, and it was causing him to feel anger toward his faithful companions. He drank a bit from the wine that remained from his dinner of the night before, and he gathered his jacket closer to his body. He knew that a few hours from now, with the sun at its zenith, the heat would be so great that he would not be able to lead his flock across the fields. It was the time of day when all of Spain slept during the summer. The heat lasted until nightfall, and all that time he had to carry his jacket. But when he thought to complain about the burden of its weight, he remembered that, because he had the jacket, he had withstood the cold of the dawn.

We have to be prepared for change, he thought, and he was grateful for the jacket's weight and warmth.

The jacket had a purpose, and so did the boy. His purpose in life was to travel, and, after two years of walking the Andalusian terrain, he knew all the cities of the region. He was planning, on this visit, to explain to the girl how it was that a simple shepherd knew how to read. That he had attended a seminary until he was sixteen. His parents had wanted him to become a priest, and thereby a source of pride for a simple farm family. They worked hard just to have food and water, like the sheep. He had studied Latin, Spanish, and theology. But ever since he had been a child, he had wanted to know the world, and this was much more important to him than knowing God and learning about man's sins. One afternoon, on a visit to his family, he had summoned up the courage to tell his father that he didn't want to become a priest. That he wanted to travel.

"People from all over the world have passed through this village, son," said his father. "They come in search of new things, but when they leave they are basically the same people they were when they arrived. They climb the mountain to see the castle, and they wind up thinking that the past was better than what we have now. They have blond hair, or dark skin, but basically they're the same as the people who live right here."

"But I'd like to see the castles in the towns where they live," the boy explained.
"Those people, when they see our land, say that they would like to live here forever," his father continued.

"Well, I'd like to see their land, and see how they live," said his son.
"The people who come here have a lot of money to spend, so they can afford to travel," his father said. "Amongst us, the only ones who travel are the shepherds."
"Well, then I'll be a shepherd!"

His father said no more. The next day, he gave his son a pouch that held three ancient Spanish gold coins.

"I found these one day in the fields. I wanted them to be a part of your inheritance. But use them to buy your flock. Take to the fields, and someday you'll learn that our countryside is the best, and our women the most beautiful."

And he gave the boy his blessing. The boy could see in his father's gaze a desire to be able, himself, to travel the world – a desire that was still alive, despite his father's having had to bury it, over dozens of years, under the burden of struggling for water to drink, food to eat, and the same place to sleep every night of his life.

The horizon was tinged with red, and suddenly the sun appeared. The boy thought back to that conversation with his father, and felt happy; he had already seen many castles and met many women (but none the equal of the one who awaited him several days hence). He owned a jacket, a book that he could trade for another, and a flock of sheep. But, most important, he was able every day to live out his dream. If he were to tire of the Andalusian fields, he could sell his sheep and go to sea. By the time he had had enough of the sea, he would already have known other cities, other women, and other chances to be happy. I couldn't have found God in the seminary, he thought, as he looked at the sunrise.

Whenever he could, he sought out a new road to travel. He had never been to that ruined church before, in spite of having traveled through those parts many times. The world was huge and inexhaustible; he had only to allow his sheep to set the route for a while, and he would discover other interesting things. The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking a new road every day. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasons change. All they think about is food and water.

Maybe we're all that way, the boy mused. Even me – I haven't thought of other women since I met the merchant's daughter. Looking at the sun, he calculated that he would reach Tarifa before midday. There, he could exchange his book for a thicker one, fill his wine bottle, shave, and have a haircut; he had to prepare himself for his meeting with the girl, and he didn't want to think about the possibility that some other shepherd, with a larger flock of sheep, had arrived there before him and asked for her hand.

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting, he thought, as he looked again at the position of the sun, and hurried his pace. He had suddenly remembered that, in Tarifa, there was an ld woman who interpreted dreams.

The old woman led the boy to a room at the back of her house; it was separated from her living room by a curtain of colored beads. The room's furnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and two chairs.
The woman sat down, and told him to be seated as well. Then she took both of his hands in hers, and began quietly to pray.

It sounded like a Gypsy prayer. The boy had already had experience on the road with Gypsies; they also traveled, but they had no flocks of sheep. People said that the Gypsies spent their lives tricking others. It was also said that they had a pact with the devil, and that they kidnapped children and, taking them away to their mysterious camps, made them their slaves. As a child, the boy had always been frightened to death that he would be captured by Gypsies, and this childhood fear returned when the old woman took his hands in hers.

But she has the Sacred Heart of Jesus there, he thought, trying to reassure himself. He didn't want his hand to begin trembling, showing the old woman that he was fearful. He recited an Our Father silently.

"Very interesting," said the woman, never taking her eyes from the boy's hands, and then she fell silent.

The boy was becoming nervous. His hands began to tremble, and the woman sensed it. He quickly pulled his hands away.

"I didn't come here to have you read my palm," he said, already regretting having come. He thought for a moment that it would be better to pay her fee and leave without learning a thing, that he was giving too much importance to his recurrent dream.

"You came so that you could learn about your dreams," said the old woman. "And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand. But, whichever it is, I'm going to charge you for the consultation."
Another trick, the boy thought. But he decided to take a chance. A shepherd always takes his chances with wolves and with drought, and that's what makes a shepherd's life exciting.

"I have had the same dream twice," he said. "I dreamed that I was in a field with my sheep, when a child appeared and began to play with the animals. I don't like people to do that, because the sheep are afraid of strangers. But children always seem to be able to play with them without frightening them. I don't know why. I don't know how animals know the age of human beings."

"Tell me more about your dream," said the woman. "I have to get back to my cooking, and, since you don't have much money, I can't give you a lot of time."
"The child went on playing with my sheep for quite a while," continued the boy, a bit upset. "And suddenly, the child took me by both hands and transported me to the Egyptian pyramids."

He paused for a moment to see if the woman knew what the Egyptian pyramids were. But she said nothing.

"Then, at the Egyptian pyramids," – he said the last three words slowly, so that the old woman would understand – "the child said to me, ‘If you come here, you will find a hidden treasure.' And, just as she was about to show me the exact location, I woke up. Both times."

The woman was silent for some time. Then she again took his hands and studied them carefully.

"I'm not going to charge you anything now," she said. "But I want one-tenth of the treasure, if you find it."

The boy laughed – out of happiness. He was going to be able to save the little money he had because of a dream about hidden treasure!

"Well, interpret the dream," he said.

"First, swear to me. Swear that you will give me one-tenth of your treasure in exchange for what I am about to tell you."

The shepherd swore that he would. The old woman asked him to swear again while looking at the image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

"It's a dream in the language of the world," she said. "I can interpret it, but the interpretation is very difficult. That's why I feel that I deserve a part of what you find.

"And this is my interpretation: you must go to the Pyramids in Egypt. I have never heard of them, but, if it was a child who showed them to you, they exist. There you will find a treasure that will make you a rich man."

The boy was surprised, and then irritated. He didn't need to seek out the old woman for this! But then he remembered that he wasn't going to have to pay anything.

"I didn't need to waste my time just for this," he said.

"I told you your dream was a difficult one. It's the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them. And since I am not wise, I have had to learn other arts, such as the reading of palms."
"Well, how am I going to get to Egypt?"

"I only interpret dreams. I don't know how to turn them into reality. That's why I have to live off what my daughters provide me with."

"And what if I never get to Egypt?"

"Then I don't get paid. It wouldn't be the first time."
And the woman told the boy to leave, saying she had already wasted too much time with him.

So the boy was disappointed; he decided that he would never again believe in dreams. He remembered that he had a number of things he had to take care of: he went to the market for something to eat, he traded his book for one that was thicker, and he found a bench in the plaza where he could sample the new wine he had bought. The day was hot, and the wine was refreshing. The sheep were at the gates of the city, in a stable that belonged to a friend. The boy knew a lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him – he always made new friends, and he didn't need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

He decided to wait until the sun had sunk a bit lower in the sky before following his flock back through the fields. Three days from now, he would be with the merchant's daughter.

He started to read the book he had bought. On the very first page it described a burial ceremony. And the names of the people involved were very difficult to pronounce. If he ever wrote a book, he thought, he would present one person at a time, so that the reader wouldn't have to worry about memorizing a lot of names.

When he was finally able to concentrate on what he was reading, he liked the book better; the burial was on a snowy day, and he welcomed the feeling of being cold. As he read on, an old man sat down at his side and tried to strike up a conversation.

"What are they doing?" the old man asked, pointing at the people in the plaza.
"Working," the boy answered dryly, making it look as if he wanted to concentrate on his reading.

Actually, he was thinking about shearing his sheep in front of the merchant's daughter, so that she could see that he was someone who was capable of doing difficult things. He had already imagined the scene many times; every time, the girl became fascinated when he explained that the sheep had to be sheared from back to front. He also tried to remember some good stories to relate as he sheared the sheep. Most of them he had read in books, but he would tell them as if they were from his personal experience. She would never know the difference, because she didn't know how to read.

Meanwhile, the old man persisted in his attempt to strike up a conversation. He said that he was tired and thirsty, and asked if he might have a sip of the boy's wine. The boy offered his bottle, hoping that the old man would leave him alone.

But the old man wanted to talk, and he asked the boy what book he was reading. The boy was tempted to be rude, and move to another bench, but his father had taught him to be respectful of the elderly. So he held out the book to the man – for two reasons: first, that he, himself, wasn't sure how to pronounce the title; and second, that if the old man didn't know how to read, he would probably feel ashamed and decide of his own accord to change benches.

"Hmm…" said the old man, looking at all sides of the book, as if it were some strange object. "This is an important book, but it's really irritating."

The boy was shocked. The old man knew how to read, and had already read the book. And if the book was irritating, as the old man had said, the boy still had time to change it for another.

"It's a book that says the same thing almost all the other books in the world say," continued the old man. "It describes people's inability to choose their own destinies. And it ends up saying that everyone believes the world's greatest lie."

"What's the world's greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised.

"It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie."

"That's never happened to me," the boy said. "They wanted me to be a priest, but I decided to become a shepherd."

"Much better," said the old man. "Because you really like to travel."

"He knew what I was thinking," the boy said to himself. The old man, meanwhile, was leafing through the book, without seeming to want to return it at all. The boy noticed that the man's clothing was strange. He looked like an Arab, which was not unusual in those parts. Africa was only a few hours from Tarifa; one had only to cross the narrow straits by boat. Arabs often appeared in the city, shopping and chanting their strange prayers several times a day.

"Where are you from?" the boy asked.

"From many places."

"No one can be from many places," the boy said. "I'm a shepherd, and I have been to many places, but I come from only one place – from a city near an ancient castle. That's where I was born."

"Well, then, we could say that I was born in Salem."

The boy didn't know where Salem was, but he didn't want to ask, fearing that he would appear ignorant. He looked at the people in the plaza for a while; they were coming and going, and all of them seemed to be very busy.

"So, what is Salem like?" he asked, trying to get some sort of clue.
"It's like it always has been."

No clue yet. But he knew that Salem wasn't in Andalusia. If it were, he would already have heard of it.

"And what do you do in Salem?" he insisted.

"What do I do in Salem?" The old man laughed. "Well, I'm the king of Salem!"
People say strange things, the boy thought. Sometimes it's better to be with the sheep, who don't say anything. And better still to be alone with one's books. They tell their incredible stories at the time when you want to hear them. But when you're talking to people, they say some things that are so strange that you don't know how to continue the conversation.

"My name is Melchizedek," said the old man. "How many sheep do you have?"
"Enough," said the boy. He could see that the old man wanted to know more about his life.

"Well, then, we've got a problem. I can't help you if you feel you've got enough sheep."

The boy was getting irritated. He wasn't asking for help. It was the old man who had asked for a drink of his wine, and had started the conversation.

"Give me my book," the boy said. "I have to go and gather my sheep and get going."

"Give me one-tenth of your sheep," said the old man, "and I'll tell you how to find the hidden treasure."

The boy remembered his dream, and suddenly everything was clear to him. The old woman hadn't charged him anything, but the old man – maybe he was her husband – was going to find a way to get much more money in exchange for information about something that didn't even exist. The old man was probably a Gypsy, too.
But before the boy could say anything, the old man leaned over, picked up a stick, and began to write in the sand of the plaza. Something bright reflected from his chest with such intensity that the boy was momentarily blinded. With a movement that was too quick for someone his age, the man covered whatever it was with his cape. When his vision returned to normal, the boy was able to read what the old man had written in the sand.

There, in the sand of the plaza of that small city, the boy read the names of his father and his mother and the name of the seminary he had attended. He read the name of the merchant's daughter, which he hadn't even known, and he read things he had never told anyone.


♥ this is an excerpt of the book....
am not doing a review....i just want to post it...Ü

Chocolate Strawberry Ice Cream Sandwiches

Description:
Use any cookie-cutter shape you like to form the sandwiches.

Disclaimer: ito po ay isang ma-OA na recipe, I just loved the stuff in it: CHOCOLATE/STRAWBERRY/ICE CREAM

Ingredients:
2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
1/2 cup cocoa powder
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
1 1/2 teaspoons homemade vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 large eggs
1 tablespoon milk
2 to 2 1/2 pints strawberry ice cream, softened


Directions:
1. In a medium bowl, sift together flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, and salt, and set aside. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream butter, vanilla, and sugar. Add eggs and milk, and mix until combined. Add reserved flour mixture, and mix on low speed until incorporated, scraping the sides of the bowl at least once. Divide the dough in half, and shape each half into a flat disk. Wrap each disk in plastic wrap, and chill until firm, about 1 hour.

2. Preheat the oven to 350°. Roll dough out on a floured surface, sliding an offset spatula under the dough to release it every few turns of the rolling pin. Roll dough to 1/8 inch thick. Cut dough using a variety of heart-shape cookie cutters 2 1/2 to 3 inches in diameter, making sure each cookie has a match to make a sandwich. Place hearts on a parchment-lined baking sheet; chill until firm, about 30 minutes. Remove from refrigerator; use a fork to prick the cookies all over with holes. Bake until just firm, 12 to 15 minutes. Let cool on baking sheet; transfer to a wire rack.

3. With the underside of half the cookies face up, spoon softened strawberry ice cream about 1/2 inch thick to cover one side. Place matching cookie on top of ice cream, top side facing out. Transfer immediately to freezer to harden; repeat with remaining cookies and ice cream. Serve directly from the freezer. Sandwiches can be kept stored in an airtight container in the freezer for 3 to 4 days.

Crayon Hearts

If the sun seems to peer right into your window, give it something pretty to look at—and through. These translucent hanging hearts are easy to make from waxed paper and crayons. In return, sunbeams will color your room with cheer. Begin with a 12-by-16-inch sheet of waxed paper. Fold it in half along its length; unfold. Deposit wax-crayon shavings (made with a handheld pencil sharpener) evenly but not thickly across one half of the paper. Fold the clean half of the paper over the shavings. Crimp the three open edges with a 1/2-inch fold to hold the shavings. Protect your ironing surface with kraft paper. Place the waxed paper on the kraft paper, and cover it with another sheet of kraft paper. Iron lightly on medium heat, checking after every few passes. Stop when all the shavings have melted; let cool. Next, trace and cut out hearts of various sizes. String each heart with a silk thread for hanging.

Mga Bloopers sa People Support Cebu

favorite line #1: "thank you for calling so much" (so much jud, daghan na kaayong thank you na bai.)
favorite line #2: "thank you so much for calling to you" (bwahahhaah!)
favorite line #3: "i'm breaking up on you,too" ( uuuuy! boyfriend-girlfriend mo?)
favorite line #4: well first, can i have your first and last name first?...ok for that one...you first have to save an itinerary first... ( this guy's favorite word must be "first')
favorite line #5: "the passenger has to die first before you will get a refund" (hihihi ayus!)
favorite line #6: "for this one you have to sign up first before you have to be signed up,ok?"(obviously kana ang meaning intawon!)
favorite line #7: "i can see that this is an unreserved reservation"
favorite line #8: "the sign up process is very free " you mean there are sign-up processes that are slightly free or half-free?"
favorite line #9: "how age is your son?"(hahahahaha! hala sigi paningkamut ug maayo!)
favorite line #10: "do you have a pen and a ballpen?" ( how about a pencil? do i need to have it,too? )
favorite line #11: "please bring a government photo issued id" (laluma sa english uy!)
favorite line #12: "could you repeat that again,please?"
favorite line #13:" because actually you need to actually sign up for an account first"( murag artista ba..actually..)
favorite line #14: "that is eastern pacific time" (buot buot kag time zone doh!)
favorite line #15: "can i have your sine in and location pless..."(asa na ang american accent training?)
favorite line #16: "i see here that this is just a reserved reservation" ( uhuh! that's what a reservation is supposed to be!)
favorite line #17: (for an opening line..) "thank you so much for that information... "(yeah right! the caller hasn't even said anything yet!)
favorite line #18: ( a call during Christmas day,an agent had this for a closing remark! ) "Thank you for calling and happy halloween!" (YIKES! i don't think Santa is gonna give you presents for this: )
favorite line #19: "have a...have a...have a... have a happy holiday!"
favorite line #20: "have a...have a...have a...have a happy day!" (trying to find for a better adjective for a day,huh?)
favorite line #22: "would you like to reserve this for january nine or january tane?" (uhuh! american accent training!)
favorite line #23: "well,it defends..." (i repeat! american accent training!)
favorite line #24: (new dead air verbiage!)" if i don't hear from you within 5 minutes, i'm afraid i will have to release this call..."(you're willing to wait that long?)
favorite line #25: "i'm sorry i can't seem to access your account. are you sure you're already a passenger of expedia.com?" (the passenger is calling to purchase a flight meaning he is not yet a passenger!!!! for heaven's sake!)
favorite line #26:" i'm sorry but my supervisor is having a conversation right now..."( conversation jud? )
favorite line #27: "ok you will be leaving 9am in the morning" ( wait lang! karon pa ko! is there a 9pm in the morning? )
favorite line #28: "would you want to add 1 children for this itinerary?" ( 1 children?! )
favorite line #29:" thank you for calling, Mr. coupon" (pwede diay ta makabunyag og passenger?)
favorite line #30: "how many passengers will be staying in the room?" ( uy! flying hotel room? )
favorite line #31: "i'll just tell him nalang!" ( karon pa ko! international language na diay ang tagalog!)
favorite line #32: "ok for that one let me verify with my computer...according to my computer..."( i would love to get that computer...what brand?)
favorite line #33: "if i don't see you within 5 seconds, i'm afraid...".( my goodness! we are in the philippines. how on earth can the caller be here for you to see him in 5 seconds?!)
favorite line #34: (passenger shouting on the other line) "sige..sige...sige..."
favorite line #35: "would you like to add and attractions and services for this one? "( asa dapita sa purchase path ang "and attractions and services'? wa lagi ko kita ani?)
favorite line #36: "what i can offer you is a one times courtesy void "( naay two times? )
favorite line #37: "let me just walk you to the set-up "( mura man walk you to the door...kimpang ang caller? asa na dapita ang set-up?)
favorite line #38: "i'm sorry but there is something wrong with the airplane..."( passenger: what? my flight will still be in two months!)
favorite line #39:" i need to verify this one so let me just hold you for a while,ok?" (uy! very sweet na agent!)
favorite line #40: "i'm sorry but because of the queue that we are having, i'm afraid my supervisor is taking a call right now.. "(passenger asks how many calls are waiting?) "we are actually having 59 calls on queue..." (sus! giduka na gali ang uban kay walay calls!)

verlaine's bloggies

http://fyrestarter.blogspot.com/
musings of a deranged mind...kidding...love you girl

anvi's page

http://avsy.blogspot.com/

nemil's webpage

http://geocities.com/nemilpaulerwinbillypetelito/
this link is my sister's boyf's page...wa ragud....

john mayer's site

http://johnmayer.com/launchpad.html
this site would repeatedly play "daughters"
so i fell in love with john mayer.........

ai oi, whenever i browse thru his site, it's like staring at dave lu...odd no?

the alchemist

"When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true."


"The greatest lie in the world is that at some point we lose the ability to control our lives
and become the pawns of fate."

" I am afraid that great disappointment awaits me, and so I prefer to dream".
(the crystal seller)


"Every happy person carries God within him. However, only few people choose to follow the road that has been made for them, and find God while searching for their destiny, and their mission on earth."

more of the lil prince

"To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ." ­

­ "Only the children know what they are looking for," said the little prince. "They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry . . ."

"You are beautiful, but you are empty, one could not die for you."

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams . . .

"What makes the desert beautiful, is that somewhere it hides a well . . ."

"But I was too young to know how to love (her) . . ."

"And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens . . . they will all be your friends."

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--"

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night . . . You--only you--will have stars that can laugh!"

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."



raen
cebu was beautiful when i met you/ the world was turnd wrong-side up
whenver i am wd you..i am braver and at the same time
vulnerable when we are together... i will marry you in a heartbeat if you
ask me to, ive nver doubted for a moment whether i cared for you cuz i
do...i loved you to the very core of my crazy-insecured-naiive-heaped-up heart,
that is why i cud never take the fact that you cud nver do the same to me...w/c is love me back...

from the lil prince........

♥ "You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . ."

♥ It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

♥ The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words.

♥ "Of course I love you, it is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you--you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy . . ."

♥ "Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies."

♥ "So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."

♥ When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth.

♥ All grown-ups were once children--although few of them remember it.

♥ "If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers . . ."

♥ "But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart . . ."

♥ I breathed easily. At sunrise the sand is the color of honey. And that honey color was making me happy, too. What brought me, then, this sense of grief?

♥ And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams . . .

♥ "What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well . . ."





Rain

If you love a flower that lives on a star,
It is sweet to look at the stars at night.
All the stars are a-bloom with flowers...

random pictures

peoplesupport soccer/futsal

am just uploading these pix, a sissy like me has no business on the fields....but, for the sake of being the best h2o gurl there is, ni-tunga ko!

1/3+1/3+1/3=3/3

the hugest loves of my life

nesting

Start:	Feb 14, '05 6:00a
End:	Feb 18, '05

will start taking calls.........with mentors and the trainers......hugely scared, needing prayers

butterflies and a kiss

http://www.livejournal.com/users/marchraenmaker/
my attempt to keep track of the mediocracy of my so-called LIFE......... Ü