tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368429842024-03-07T11:58:38.259+08:00NO PROBLEMS - JUST DRAMA[ because I say so ]SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-48873095194370774392010-04-21T10:53:00.003+08:002010-04-21T10:57:31.625+08:00Commitment<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So I checked on urbandictionary.com for a non-dictionary meaning of commitment, and here's what I found and kind of liked:</span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"><br />Commitment is what transforms the promise into reality. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">It is the words that speak boldly of your intentions. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">And the actions which speak louder than the words. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is making the time when there is none. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Coming through time after time after time, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Year after year after year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Commitment is the stuff character is made of; </div><div style="text-align: center;">The power to change the face of things. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is the daily triumph of integrity over skepticism.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div></span></span></span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-17757200193954029362010-04-12T02:52:00.000+08:002010-04-12T02:53:20.167+08:00Still from The Quest<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“Don’t try to be coherent all the time; discover the joy of being a surprise to yourself. Being coherent is having always to wear a tie that matches your socks. It means being obliged to keep tomorrow the same opinions you have today. What about the world, which is always in movement? As long as it doesn’t harm anyone, change your opinion now and again, and contradict yourself without feeling ashamed – you have a right to that! It doesn’t matter what the others may think – because they are going to think that way no matter what.”</span></span></span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-64004083508535142472010-04-12T02:40:00.000+08:002010-04-12T02:44:55.806+08:00An Excerpt from The Quest<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“God uses loneliness to teach us about living together. Sometimes he uses anger so that we can understand the infinite value of peace. At other times he uses tedium, when he wants to show us the importance of adventure and leaving things behind.<br /><br />“God uses silence to teach us about the responsibility of what we say. At times he uses fatigue so that we can understand the value of waking up. At other times he uses sickness to show us the importance of health.<br /><br />“God uses fire to teach us about water. Sometimes he uses earth so that we can understand the value of air. And at times he uses death when he wants to show us the importance of life.”</span></span></span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-86738006923516887742009-12-29T14:28:00.004+08:002009-12-29T15:17:42.795+08:00Year-Ender<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So yeah, 2009's 'bout to end and another year's coming to start. There have been some things that went on while I was gone (un-updating this blog). And for the most part, it wasn't all that nice. At the beginning of '09, I was led to believe it was going to be my year. A year for the Aquarian, as I've heard and as predicted. And maybe it really was. For the most part, it indeed was an Aquarian year. Things went on quite well for me, except for some few inevitable circumstances.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This year, I learned, again, from things I did and did not do. Just like every year, there are again things I realized. Things I thought I knew, things I thought I didn't know, things I didn't know I had in me. Last year I was sure I knew what I was all about. I knew. I was so confident then that finally, I was happy about it. But then now I came to know there are some things I just don't really know. Who am I, really? Partly, I know. Partly, I don't. Because sometimes you do things you never thought you'd be able to do. Say words you didn't know you'd be able to say. And I am surprised for things like that. The self I knew is somewhat someone I can't recognize. Am I really this person now? I used to go jumping on without any cares. I used to stay happy for the simple things. I used to want to lose myself. I used to be someone who didn't think of everything else, I just did what I felt like doing. I used to say sorry for things I didn't even do. I used to cry for unacceptable reasons. I used to not see this worth I have now for myself. But has this worth changed me entirely? Sometimes I think this self-worth overwhelmed me. For things I don't do anymore, words I don't say anymore, or thoughts I choose not to think about anymore. I feel so much for myself there's no room for anybody else. I want so much that I don't know what I really want anymore. I see myself as somebody so worthy that no one's going to be good enough. That no one's going to measure up to what I am capable of. I try to accept and let somebody else in only to destroy it myself. Open up to chance only to suddenly slam the door closed. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There are things I regret doing, primarily because I know I could have done it better. I believe I could've done what I was supposed to. That maybe if I was someone I used to be, it was all going to fall into place. But I am someone else, and the pieces won't fit. Trying to make things run smoothly is something I have to work on. Knowing the right actions, the right words, the right thoughts. Maybe now I can try and want to be alone for things to be better. Maybe I can now be cautious to avoid the past of repeating itself. Maybe I can figure out who this person I am now and start again. With a clearer vision that may sometimes turn blurry still, with a lighter heart that sometimes turns vague from all the questions, maybe somehow I can conquer.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who knows now if next year's going to be mine again. Most probably it won't. I can only rely on fate so much. All I know is what I know now. Maybe I'll be better, maybe I'll be worse. Maybe I'll let you in, maybe I'll drive you away. But whatever it is, if there is anything I could say I learned, there's just no escaping anything.</span></span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-40560231682585277302009-12-29T14:19:00.004+08:002009-12-29T16:54:14.213+08:00THE INNER NATIONALITY QUIZ: WHAT ARE YOU REALLY?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Sherry completed the quiz</span> "</span></span><a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatisyourtrueinnern/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1262059208&quiz_metric%5Bclicked_attribute%5D=feeds_clicked&_fb_fromhash=3931f88d18231880596c7886382f954b" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=7635383700&action_type=3&post_form_id=c96a507401d32f98428674489a81e3fe&position=14&' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">THE INNER NATIONALITY QUIZ: WHAT ARE YOU REALLY?</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">with the</span> result </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatisyourtrueinnern/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1262059208&quiz_metric%5Bclicked_attribute%5D=feeds_clicked&_fb_fromhash=3931f88d18231880596c7886382f954b" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=7635383700&action_type=3&post_form_id=c96a507401d32f98428674489a81e3fe&position=14&' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You are German.</span></span></a></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2007/056/8/e/Germany_Stamp_by_l8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 56px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2007/056/8/e/Germany_Stamp_by_l8.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You are precise yet romantic, efficient yet dreamy, friendly yet somewhat suspicious of others. You rarely smile, but when you do it's very meaningful. You like </span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it best when there is a group consensus, and yet you are easily annoyed by the slowness and/or stupidity of others. Sometimes you think that if only you could live on an island or move to some wonderful place far away, everything would be better, and if you can't realize this dream you often lose yourself in books/vacations/recipes/sports -- anything for an escape! All in all, however, you make your peace with life, and have many old friends.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just COOL, really. XD</span></span></span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="padding-top: 3px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>PS. Germany stamp from </b></span></span><a href="http://l8.deviantart.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>l8</b></span></span></a></span></span></div></span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-83190136190487680122009-09-09T22:38:00.003+08:002009-09-09T23:39:03.328+08:00It's the rain, not me.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, it's been a while. Nothing's up. Well, not really.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">From some unexpected reasons, I realized if you get surrounded by a lot of the same thing, you begin to think you want or need it too. Even when you know you are perfectly okay, still your mind wanders through that certain possibility that it's better if you had what everybody around you has. Like it invokes some kind of envy, thinking why can't you have it when they can? But I don't think I'm being envious. I just welcome the thought. There must've been a reason for it to come around in such large dose in the first place.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Blah. Blame the rain for this out-of-time rupture.</span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-83999527620105067402009-08-07T00:28:00.004+08:002009-11-23T00:49:23.910+08:00Mind Explosion<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes you say some things you don't really mean to. You say it just so you can say it. When people react to it the way they're supposed to, you wonder like it wasn't expected. Like when you tell someone a lot of things, a lot of carefully chosen words to make them understand what is going on inside your brain. You gather the courage you think you need to have them think like you do, even just for a moment just so it becomes clear to them. You spill it all over and tell them you do not wish for them to say anything in return. And so they don't. Not a word. Not even an air of sigh. Then you wish you had not said what you did. It's not regret. You wanted them to know. You just didn't expect their response to be like that. Somehow you thought, even if you said it was okay not to answer, they would still respond. Now you get what they thought you want. What could get any worse than not knowing what you want? You stand for something and later on find out you do not like what it leads to, then expect there's an easy way out? A lot of things happen. We all act, sometimes, for all the wrong reasons. I wasn't a person who held back. I wasn't a person who thought a lot before acting. I wasn't a person who questions everything first just to be so sure. I used to jump into decisions that would make for messed up situations. I used to ignore what happens after and just focus on what happens now. I used to settle for less despite the fact I knew very well I deserved more. I was and is, all for the wrong reasons. All for the wrong people. Why can't I be who I am then and be who I was now? I believe it when people say things happen for a reason. But what's the reason now? How can change be so uncomforting?</span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-58525019805578943252009-08-03T23:19:00.005+08:002009-08-03T23:58:43.912+08:00Tie A Yellow Ribbon<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNdGE_P154Yt6qlAJ6rTgUm0qXOqEVLyd5rRMMZMXjJJNSMKVBCczWcxjVRaMtmHFeGKw_q_tDFCPX-ug7ISV8faSwtgLzPggSOPZzbamYlaA7i97iYTbLdRe9fNRoV3bYLxA/s1600-h/yellow-ribbon.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758335178971794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNdGE_P154Yt6qlAJ6rTgUm0qXOqEVLyd5rRMMZMXjJJNSMKVBCczWcxjVRaMtmHFeGKw_q_tDFCPX-ug7ISV8faSwtgLzPggSOPZzbamYlaA7i97iYTbLdRe9fNRoV3bYLxA/s320/yellow-ribbon.png" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Watching the buzz yesterday was heartbreaking. I think I cried buckets of tears, together with my mother and sister, while listening to Kris Aquino.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Although I don't know much and didn't pay that much effort to know and really understand what happened in the past, I came to really appreciate the Philippines and the Filipinos especially. I've never been that much of a nationalistic person, but somehow I felt proud of who I am and where I'm from.<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This morning, again, we were watching from the abs-cbn and anc coverage. I didn't know what the color actually signified until Jim Paredes spoke of what it meant and where it was from. He said it was from the song "Tie A Yellow Ribbon" and that it was about Ninoy Aquino's return in the country.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I'm comin' home,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I've done my time</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>If you received my letter tellin' you I'd soon be free</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>It's been three long years</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Do you still want me?</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I'll stay on the bus</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Forget about us</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Put the blame on me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Bus driver, please look for me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I wrote and told her please</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Now the whole damn bus is cheering</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>And I can't believe I see</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>I'm comin' home</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br />It felt good to know some of the things I wouldn't have come to know if I didn't pay attention. I was glad of the many things I learned, even if it was through an inopportune time.</span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-92142996316012280672009-07-11T12:41:00.003+08:002009-07-11T12:46:14.606+08:00from Zorlone<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">0710200923072312</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Out of the ordinary days of life, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />echoes turned whispers in plain sight.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Silent thoughts grow loud when written,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />in your daily canvass, lessons not forgotten.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><BR><br />Your fickle mindedness to mundane rituals, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />reflect a new experience resounding ideals.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Every word on a page, a self proclaimed view, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />desire for drama in life, no problems, just you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /><br />I REALLY LIKED THIS.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">THANKS :)</span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-16802532154581328202009-07-10T12:28:00.004+08:002009-07-10T13:00:15.488+08:00Sino Ka?<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ako na.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">turn ko na para tumayo sa harapan ng klase para magreport.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pero bakit gano'n?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bakit maingay silang lahat?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bakit lahat ay nakikipag-usap sa katabi?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bakit hindi nila ko pinaglalaanan ng oras para pakinggan?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tsk.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">isa pa si ma'am.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hindi man lang naisip na bawalan kayo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">para bang wala siyang pakialam kahit hindi niyo pinagtutuunan ng pansin 'yung sinasabi ko.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">magsama-sama kayo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">basta ako magsasalita lang.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"values are standards for determining whether something is good and desirable, or not.."</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">teka.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nakikinig ka?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[ngiti]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nakikinig ka nga.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[ngiti ulit]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nakakatuwa ka naman.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sige, kahit wala silang pakialam, okay lang.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at least may nakikinig pala.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">parang may liwanag galing sa taas na nakatutok sa'yo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">napansin tuloy kita.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">napansin ko tuloy na may nakikinig pala.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"in this way, values act as a means of social control and pressure."</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sige lang, mag-ingay pa kayo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yes. malapit na 'kong matapos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sa wakas, tapos na.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nakatingin ka pa rin at nakangiti, habang nakikinig.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">salamat.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[ngiti]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'yung liwanag, hindi pa rin nawawala.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sino ka ba?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tapos na ang klase.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tahimik na.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nawala ka na din kasabay nung ingay kanina.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10:33 am</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tinanghali na naman ako ng gising.</span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-26219987470555897452009-07-06T23:00:00.000+08:002009-07-06T23:03:00.705+08:00Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs<p>Do you want to recommend blogs and win $100 cash at the same time ? </p><p>Here's how: Visit the Writing Project of <a href="http://www.influentialblogger.net/2009/05/join-top-10-emerging-influential-blogs.html">Ms. Janette Toral</a> and learn more about it.</p><p>Here are my 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[at pagkatapos niyang i-dismiss ang klase, pagkalabas at pagkalabas niya sa pinto, ay sabay sabay kaming nagtilian. wahaha] tomorrow is law day. and i wonder if he'll come to class. law professors don't always come to class, i guess. it has always been that way. and even if i have to read again and study those negotiable law sections, it's okay. really. it's okay :))</span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-33839128940190816552009-07-02T00:54:00.002+08:002009-07-02T01:00:11.830+08:00Here It Goes Again!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sherry got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />... that humans learn only by trial and error, and that includes you.You've got to live life, not think about it. Step into the midst of things, try and fail and learn and stand up again. The question is not whether you will or will not make mistakes - you will. The question is do you want to learn and grow, or do you want to shrink back and be stuck? Take that step you've been avoiding. You can succeed, or you can get feedback that it didn't work, but in either case you are sure to feel alive.</span>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-37474688635174649492009-06-29T23:16:00.003+08:002009-06-29T23:57:35.059+08:00If Only<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>"If only I don't bend and break, I'll meet you on the other side. I'll meet you in the light."</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHY WOULDN'T I?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">as i once have read, when you're not ready, you just are not.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">no matter how perfect or no matter how comforting the situation,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it just wouldn't work.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">because you're not ready.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and why the hell am i not ready?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">why when after all that's happened,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">after all that's been said and done,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">the investments i made,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">we made.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">there isn't anybody else.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">no show-stopper.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">there's just you,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">now, how do i make sense of this?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>"If only I don't suffocate, I'll meet you in the morning when you wake."</em></span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-43693694199152062402009-06-24T10:28:00.003+08:002009-06-24T10:43:01.681+08:00I Hate<div align="justify">i woke up this morning feeling like wanting to throw everything into the drain. i felt like it's worth nothing of my time, my efforts, or any bit of me. i felt that same feeling when i was breaking someone else's dreams. as if it's happening again. that strong determination. the coldness. the unwavering emotion of wanting to give it all up because it feels so wrong. how can it happen that i feel such sudden wave when just few days ago i was feeling sure i want it? i was pretty sure i wanted it. how can you wake up one morning and realize you don't want what you were so into building for the last working months of your life? how do you want to want to throw it all away when you know it's everything for somebody else? tragic. i know, or maybe i know, that tomorrow, later, or few days from now, this will all again change. i'll again want it like i used to. or want it even more. but why does this have to happen? why do i have to suddenly change my mind, then wanting to turn the tables up so fast? how can i manage to be so unfair? to be so unkind. to not think of nothing or no one but myself. to just be so damn selfish.</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-74370086746093364932009-06-22T23:38:00.004+08:002009-06-23T00:16:19.840+08:00Grateful<div align="justify">sometimes you meet people who seem to know you better than you do yourself. they make you realize how you are, or who you are. apart from what you already know of yourself, they make you see something else. they figure you out. they watch close enough to just know how you react to situations or how you respond to just about anything. somewhat, they seem to be studying you. going into your smallest details. and later on, you begin to ask yourself what made them dig into you. i mean, who pays that much attention?</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">~</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">i think it's something to be thankful for when people have taken time to know you. yet it's something to be more grateful about when they've known you and have chosen to still stay close. like feeling blessed to be loved and accepted for what you are and for what you are NOT.</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-75141092811516755172009-06-21T11:59:00.002+08:002009-06-21T12:02:34.861+08:00Just How Weird Is That<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this is what i get for today's message from God. it's an app in facebook where i am subscribed to.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>"Sherry got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...<br />... that decision is only wishful thinking until you take that first irreversible step.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You can tell yourself that you have already decided, that nothing now can stop you, but if that step backwards is so much safer than step forwards, what will hold you true to your path when the going gets tough? Sometimes, the right thing to do is to take that first irreversible step, the one after which you cannot go back. And now, for you, is one of those times."</em></span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-78508432553977360632009-06-20T23:22:00.007+08:002009-06-21T00:05:36.492+08:00Cowardice<div align="center"><em>"...someone who isn't afraid to admit (he) misses you</em></div><div align="center"><em>...someone who knows you're not perfect, but treats you as if you are</em></div><div align="center"><em>...someone whose biggest fear is losing you</em></div><div align="center"><em>...someone who gives (his) heart completely</em></div><div align="center"><em>...someone who says, "I love you" and means it"</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="justify">this is quoted from a text message i received from a friend some weeks ago. while reading and you think of a specific 'someone', that should really mean something, right? like you know well enough because you pay attention. you appreciate because you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">must've</span> done something good to have that certain someone. then you actually feel lucky, realizing what you have.</div><div align="justify">though sometimes even when you are aware of what you have, you tend to not treat it the way it's supposed to be treated. it's not that you're ungrateful. sometimes you're just too aware of how great something is that you think you're undeserving. that you might just ruin its greatness along the way.</div><div align="justify">i don't exactly know how i reached this point. or maybe i do. i just don't want to accept or i just find it hard to accept it. it's unbelievably so true that it's scary. even when i know i should, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'd</span> still choose not to. thinking once i went for it, it's going to start falling apart. that my truths would prove out to be wrong. that my certainties will return to doubts. then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'd</span> start questioning what i was so sure of. some state of mind, huh? insane.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>"I had no choice but to hear you</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You stated your case time and again</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I thought about it</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You treat me like I'm a princess</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I'm not used to liking that</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You ask how my day was</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You're so much braver than I gave you credit for</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>That's not lip service</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You are the bearer of unconditional things</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You held your breath and the door for me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>Thanks for your patience</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>What took me so long?</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I've never felt this healthy before</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I've never wanted something rational</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I am aware now</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>You've already won me over in spite of me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I couldn't help it</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>It's all your fault"</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong>SOME THOUGHTS.</strong></span></div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-67068995764851545492009-06-19T10:39:00.003+08:002009-06-20T23:57:07.583+08:00Good Morning<div align="justify">it's really a good morning when you wake up with the sun on your face, holding your cellphone that reads 'Please be informed that classes in all levels and offices at AUF are suspended today, June 19, due to heavy rains'. what a treat. no supposed to be quiz today. nice.</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-49603199959368874862009-06-18T16:35:00.006+08:002009-06-20T23:57:30.767+08:00Nearly Absent<div align="justify">this is what happens when you're sick and it's raining like hell outside and the sky's too cloudy and dark and it's just the first week of classes. this is what happens: i decide i won't to go to school. but for some miraculously cool reason, i get to receive a text message from my classmate saying classes are suspended. how great is that? just when i thought i was being lazy..haha! :)) i wasn't in my element as i was taking a bath contemplating if i should go to school or not. my mind was too busy weighing the odds, trying to convince myself that it's okay to skip class today. that since none of the professors showed up last tuesday, in case they show up today, it will be the 'first day'. and it's okay to miss the first day, i guess. and adding the fact that i'm sick. okay, not really that sick. but i am sick in some considerable level. so whatever. classes are suspended anyway. it would be good if tomorrow's classes will be suspended too because my gensoc prof decided it's time for a quiz. who does that??<br />so anyway, that's about it, for now. again. be back when i'm back ;)</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-86999174051459323472009-06-18T12:51:00.004+08:002009-06-20T23:57:44.471+08:00Most Needed Update<div align="justify">this blog needs an udpade, badly. who owns a blog with a 2007 last blog post?? me. haha<br /><br />anyway, it's 2009 already. two years have passed. of course a lot have changed too. as i was reading my older (nearly ancient) posts, i started smiling to myself, reminiscing about those days when i was too young and kind of immature. oh well, it's different now. by next year i will be graduating already. well, i'm still not so sure about that. classes have just started and it's already freaking me out. i guess a college diploma won't come easy.<br />i noticed how my previous blog entries mostly (if not all) talked about my really young love life. haha. i guess most of us pass through that certain phase in our lives when all we can think about are crushes, puppy loves, and tons of wishful thinking. i'm not saying i don't entertain imaginings anymore. it's just that when you get older and reach a certain point in your life, you begin to let go of childish dreams and start holding on to what really matters. it's that time when you inject a healthy dose of discipline into your system so you won't go off track. but i still do, go off track, once in a while. hihi<br /><br />enough of that, for now. wonder if i'd really have time to give this blog the update it needs ;)</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-92178421344930100142007-03-24T18:25:00.003+08:002009-06-21T00:34:21.770+08:00day wastedmy back hurts. i lack hours of sleep. i'm wasted. haha. the school year's about to end so i have a lot to do. ayan na naman ang practice set! hmp. i was up with my classmates from 11pm last night to 6am this morning just doing accounting stuff and yet, it still is not done. why does it have to be that everytime this comes, we never finish? frustrating. but i think we'll do better this sem compared to that of last sem's. whatever! frustrating still, BIG TIME.<br />i came to realize how i am willing to exert all those efforts just to finish that work. i'm on the edge of failing my 6-unit major subject yet i don't feel i'm doing enough. ugh. it's oh so sad to imagine, my first year in college- a failure. i don't want to spend a month of my summer vacation in school! finals na this thursday, do or die. hayyy!SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-44092363161243583092007-02-16T14:35:00.002+08:002009-06-21T00:35:23.516+08:00eighteen.so, i just turned eighteen. that was about, uhm, two days ago. i wonder how it's gonna be like. so far, nothing's changed. the world still turns like it did for the last seventeen years of my life. questions just keep coming back in my head. what will happen now? or, is something really gonna happen? looking back, i don't think i've done much. so i say i can't die now. because if i will, i'll die unfulfilled. and that would really suck. it's my first year in college now, so how the hell would i be able to say it's fine to die like this? wait, why am i talking about death? erase. maybe it just comes with thinking about my life. it's disturbing to realize i've walked the earth for already eighteen years now yet it seems to me i've only lived for some short time. i can't say i have done nothing 'cause that would be completely stupid. i surpassed highschool, that's kinda good enough. college is nice. my family is great as always. my friends are the best. and my dear God loves me still. not bad having those things and people for eighteen years, right? this writing-down-my-thoughts idea gets me to see how much i have grown. aside for the fact i'm eighteen. the way i see the world. my beliefs. my feelings. the thoughts. memories. they keep me alive. i remember that one part of my life, i think it's one of the major causes for the changes in my existence. it's amazing how all the hurt, the pain, could actually bring something so good. change is good, as they say. i can agree. i've changed since that last instance. growing up, growing old. i am growing. life is a game. i can't be too old to play, but i have to be old enough to be in the game.SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-59161516139050931942007-01-21T15:33:00.002+08:002009-06-21T00:34:05.628+08:00why do they hate you?i can't believe i'm liking someone who seems to be hated by everyone else. what's wrong with me? i was thinking about that lately. i am fully aware of what they see in you. and i see that too. but still i manage to like you. you please me in some mysteriously weird way, i guess.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"you give me something that makes me scared, alright."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left">i have no idea how it's gonna be months from now. well, i just like you. and it's been for just some days, or weeks? i might wake up tomorrow hating you like everyone else does, for all i care. i don't know. there's just something about you. we haven't talked. but i know your name, silly me. and i bet you know mine too. i see you, you see me. then? i look at you, you look at me. why won't you talk to me? my imagination says you are asking me same questions. hahaha.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">blogs are nice. they bear with my intolerable thoughts of nonsense! :)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">i wonder if you'll ever come across this and think i am talking to you...</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36842984.post-22288170195101393492007-01-21T14:32:00.003+08:002009-06-21T00:32:57.089+08:00something new!<div align="center"><em>"oh, this is the start of something new. don't you agree? i haven't felt like this in so many moons. you know what i mean?"</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">i think part of what this year brings is change. as they say, change is the only thing that doesn't change. did i catch that right? there is nothing more inevitable than change. and as far as it goes now in my life, i'm liking it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">i've been waiting for this time for quite a long time. it's this time when i'll always think of myself before God knows who. i'm not being selfish, you got it wrong if that's what you think. you know that sense of freedom? free from the worries that someone else might bring you. free from heartaches. the rainy days. the i-want-to-be-alone's.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">moving on is something we learn to do in one way or another in this life. nothing's permanent. we must mold ourselves into maximum flexibilities. it's natural to be weak, but it's better if we are able to go beyond. we must always go on since the world won't stop even for one second just to be one with us. i am not saying that we should always keep it running. few stops along the way is healthy too.</div>SHERRY PINEDAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947238469303077921noreply@blogger.com0