<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494</id><updated>2011-09-12T07:30:13.743+08:00</updated><category term='My First'/><title type='text'>Donna C. Martinez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-3173308033155883767</id><published>2011-09-04T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:13:45.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook vs SQL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have been telling myself for 2 months now that it's okay, you're still in the "honeymoon" stage. It doesn't mean you're futile, they don't want to give loads when you haven't had your tranings. Just last week, I had my SQL (IT people knows this) training, I honestly didn't learn any (im sorry Jon my instructor). But the codes and syntax mix up so I got confused. Anyways, as you have mentioned we could email you for any inquiries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Im back at the office Friday, was away for more than a week and I miss my 'babies silky and sassa'. Back to reality. I asked my team mate because he has background with SQL but of course as expected I couldn't ask nor learn from him either. Luckily, he has a BOOK yey yey. Which is more useful than the manual given after the training since the codes are versatile (can be use in other database application). So I asked for his permission to bring it home because I need/have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, as I woke up I told myself, "get up, you need to practice what you have learned remember?". Okay, so I did. I had breakfast first then go to my work place. I prepared chips, H2O, speaker, cellphone and the 3 books (SQL, manual and Access manual). The SQL book seems interesting since it's user friendly (specially for first timers like me). But OMG, I'm so occupied with other things. Take some good time first girl, I opened my social network account, personal email and youtube. I have this favorite site, RedMango. They held weddings (love this site). I wish, someday my own wedding will be posted in their site. Then chat chat chat chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And now, after my breakfast I laundry my bags, shawl and pashmina. Then tsarannnnn...set up my work place again. Been up for 4 hours as indicated in my broadband connection but i haven't done anything except to chat (again!!!!!!!!!!) and youtube. I'll give myself a not deserving break and when back, I PROMISE TO DO MY WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-3173308033155883767?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3173308033155883767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=3173308033155883767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3173308033155883767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3173308033155883767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2011/09/facebook-vs-sql.html' title='Facebook vs SQL'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-6043154226676383615</id><published>2011-08-29T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:22:23.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"F I N"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can you end something which haven't started yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's been days..yet it feels like a life time already. Convincing myself that everything is okay and that it will soon be over is like not taking a pill even if the pain is unbearable. Is this really what's best for ME? Of course, my dearest friends said YES YES YES. But why does it feels like it's not, I have had relationships before and at the time I broke up with them it feels perfectly right. Then I heard a cliche, "&lt;i&gt;Follow your heart, it will lead you to your happiness&lt;/i&gt;". And so I did, but why am I miserable now? If this is the right thing to do, why am I having sleepless night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ecstasy went away so fast I didn't notice it passed by and I was left with Silky, brown bear and memories. I must admit, I miss him terribly. But this is the least I could do for myself because if I keep going, I might get trapped for eternity. Missing him is my biggest challenge now...and I hope..everything will be at their right place in God's time..please make it fast as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know Im not good at reading one's mind even yours. I'm so clueless of how you truly feels. Confused of why we ended this way when we started right, aren't we? I know you care and honestly I didn't like this either. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is sharing one self to somebody bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?", course not it will only be bad if the person cannot control herself anymore. &lt;b&gt;You may drive my world crazy&lt;/b&gt; but it is my choice. You have a lot going and don't want to be a burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We still need to "FIN" the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-6043154226676383615?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6043154226676383615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=6043154226676383615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6043154226676383615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6043154226676383615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2011/08/f-i-n.html' title='&quot;F I N&quot;'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-9182303667831434825</id><published>2010-09-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:39:46.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maggie : Do you think there's one right person for everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ike : No, but I think attraction is too often mistaken for rightness. It's very misleading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When cupid hits us, we unlearn all the lessons and start from A again  because love will never be a teacher because hearts can never be taught.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking I must have a master's degree on falling in love, but being a romantic fool that I am, I never learn and just charge it to experience instead hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bruce said, it's nice to stay in-love. Indeed. I love the rush of blood flowing in my veins when ever he's around. And I equally hate myself for acting weird in front of him. Makes me wonder, Im 28 and yet acted like a first timer teens errrr.....if I could just scold myself (wink).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im longing of having a boyfriend and Im not denying that fact, but as time passed by I've learned to enjoy being single and the company of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have 2 people whom I owe a lot and will forever be thankful. Im glad to have them in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Superman never fails to spoil me as long as time permits him. Willingly give in to all my "cravings". Constantly lend ears when Im sad, hurting or just bored. Only fool will not fall for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahal my fashion consultant. Despite having her own difficulties in life, she always extend her self just to accompany me. Cheers me up in times of misery. Never indulge in gossip. Never hear her mock a person just because he/she doesn't not look good. She deserves nothing but the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-9182303667831434825?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/9182303667831434825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=9182303667831434825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/9182303667831434825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/9182303667831434825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-101.html' title='Love 101'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-3281452470990854481</id><published>2010-09-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:06:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cant I be happy even for a week? Or atleast 3 days. One day Im happy  the next days Im miserable. Am I asking for too much? Can I have a  glimpse of my future so I'd know what to do now? I havent had my  birthday wish and now I know..I wanted a Time Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  dont wanna go back to my past - useless. I want to go to my future to  see what will happen ummm like 5 years from now - 2015. I will take  every precautions I needed just to have a good 2015 life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hayyyyy......I  wish Time Machine can be bought in the malls or in home TV shopping or  anywhere..as long as it exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As long as it exist :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-3281452470990854481?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3281452470990854481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=3281452470990854481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3281452470990854481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3281452470990854481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-machine.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-8940425311463988708</id><published>2010-09-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:05:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Him : can you please give me another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her : i cant say  yes because i honestly dont feel anything towards you neither will i say  no because im not in the position to tell what will happen in the  future. But please dont wait for me. You're too good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why  cant we return the favor instead of risking something you're not sure  yet? Probably because even if you only had 1% chance, you'll grab it and  hold on to something you're longing for. How i wish i could teach  myself to accept him again, to once again try if it'll work this time  but i simply cant. I could give him A+++ for effort but it still didn't  work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been half a decade but i was surprise that he  still waits for me. That despite all the bad things i said, he never  fail to support and help me every milisecond of my life even without me  asking for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am certified single but it doesn't  mean im loveless - yes I am in love but sometimes it's not only feelings  that people should consider. Do I owe him a little explanation? I mean,  shall I tell him to stop because Im in love with someone else? I  already told him not to wait for me, he's a 3 decade old and should  start thinking of settling down - with someone else. He deserve a better  girl, far better than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-8940425311463988708?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8940425311463988708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=8940425311463988708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8940425311463988708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8940425311463988708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/09/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-4640860042202509449</id><published>2009-09-25T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:34:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move ----&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : But of course.&lt;br /&gt;Girl : How much?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : More than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? Normal conversion when you’re in a relationship. People can’t help but assumed a happy ending, who wouldn’t? But what if not? What if you really have to part ways? What is the next things to do….Move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one going to move on after losing someone you have been with or someone you have been emotionally attached with even for quite some time. When you feel that your world is torn apart into pieces. You can’t neither eat nor sleep. People around would normally say,&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay you’ll find your perfect mate in time.”&lt;br /&gt;“He’s not worth your tears so don’t waste it.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s his lost not yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who have been in the same situation it’s not easy no matter what they say. No matter how hard you convince yourself he’s not worth it. I personally believe that there is no such thing as lesser pain that if you stop early it is better. If it is painful it is really is. Then arise you’re worst enemy - yourself. C’mon you know what I’m talking about. Why yourself? (1) You keep on arguing to yourself that it is already finished because you’re still hoping for reconciliation and (2) For a time (short or long period) you make yourself suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heal all wounds. Umm..i beg to disagree. Not at all times. I never befriend by ex. I just cannot easily forget how much I suffered because of them. So why give them the happiness knowing I already forgave them, sounds bitter? Im not really. When someone did something not bad I could not afford talking to the person even forever…as in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how about you’ve been emotionally attached but never had commitment? Possible? In my case, yes. Before I used to tell myself you have to hate for him so I could easily move on. But what if from the start you never had him and that he didn’t do anything except just being himself? Frustrating isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time…Im wishing..Im wishing that time passed by easily. So easy that I wouldn’t notice that I once felt it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-4640860042202509449?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4640860042202509449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=4640860042202509449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4640860042202509449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4640860042202509449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/09/move.html' title='Move ----&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-2499119858574002205</id><published>2009-09-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:33:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a curse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;“God place different people in our lives for a reason. Some to challenge, inspire, encourage and some other good reasons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get close to someone they leave me. Am I being curse? I have lots of girl friends but I am closer to my boy friend. Maybe because I get extra care and attention whenever Im with them hahaha..They tend to spoil me ^_^. That’s why I love being with them. Here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * J O H N * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;We we’re together since 5th grade. We are not classmates but we are both Legionaire (Mama Mary’s servant). My first gay friend who told me stories about gay’s life. Share some secrets. He would always joke around,&lt;br /&gt;John : Tuwang tuwa ka lagi kapag kasama mo ko?&lt;br /&gt;Donna : Bakit mo naman?&lt;br /&gt;John : Lalo ka kasing gumaganda kapag ako kasama mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once tease him,&lt;br /&gt;Donna : Ma, liligawan daw ako ni John ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;John : Ay Tita hindi ho kakadiri naman.&lt;br /&gt;Donna : Bakit ayawa mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;John : Hindi tayo talo noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time comes that I had to quit being a Legionaire because of conflicts with my schedule since my house is near the church he would always passed by and ask if I could go back but was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he has the most number of past foods employment certificate umm..if I remember it correctly he has more than 10 COE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s in Alberta Canada working in a hospital. His dreams are starting to form into reality. He promised that when he get married he’ll invite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you John, Im looking forward of seeing you again this December with Deano??.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * U N Y O * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Known him since high school but it was only when we finished college when we got really close. Used to hang out every Sunday after attending mass at our home or his. He knows almost everything about me. Patiently understands my tantrums. Willingly attends my request. Though, he spoiled me a lot but he’s masungit. He often gives me chocolates which I love most. My past boyfriends envy him, they feel like Im closer to him than to them. We have the same dreams and right now he’s into it unlike me :c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s in Dubai now working in a department store, never passed a week that he will not give me even a minute call which I really appreciate because he’s kuripot. He’ll just say “good morning and good bye and mahal na to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oi panget when you get back please don’t forget my balikbayan box full of chocolates.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * K E N N E T H * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;We were 7 years old when we met at SJES under Mrs San Jose. Became classmates since grade 1 to 6. Most of the time we’re seatmates because we have the same initial – M. He’s one of the few people I could say I treasure among my elementary friends besides Lani, Venus and Jeffrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, we lose communication after elementary because they transferred to other place and attend different school. After exactly 10 years, 2005, we meet because we organize our reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he’s here, he was my listener, comforter, self esteem booster….We would advise me that it’s okay to do this and that. Give tips about boys and dating. My late night txtmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him Im sad because he’s leaving but he assures me that he’ll still be there anytime.&lt;br /&gt;And so he did, even if he’s miles away, he never fails to show his care. Be it thru txt or in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss you ken so much. I still have lots of things to share and seek your opinion just that I don’t want to bother you much and I know it will cost you a lot if you keep on replying my txt. Promise, when you get back I have someone to introduce to you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * B R U C E * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;“Is there something wrong if you and I go out?” I once asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “None. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ummmm..seems like there is something. I think they put malice or something intimate” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you I eat gossip for breakfast.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said so much about him already and I wouldn’t say more for the sake of other malicious homo sapiens to have something to chat when they were having in between meals or enjoying their coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You once told me that we have a lifetime to get to know each other. If that call occurs, I might get sad but I’ll be happy just by knowing you’ll be happier. And I know you’ll still be around just like my other friends. Hope to see your name in that walk way.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-2499119858574002205?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2499119858574002205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=2499119858574002205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/2499119858574002205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/2499119858574002205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-curse.html' title='Is it a curse?'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-3356569412308176071</id><published>2009-09-25T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:31:49.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FB Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesteday (September 25, 2009), I file leave in facebook and will get back as soon as Im okay. Im an fb addict i post everything. Where am I. Who Im with. All my emotions. But this time I want to keep my feelings private because I am hurting. It may sound odd but Im broken hearted but not with a boyfriend but with a boy friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I once told him that I feel like Im being curse, because when ever I get close to someone they leave me. My first 3 close guy friend went abroad to work but the communication is still okay at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;But him, I dont know why the sudden change. It feels like Im in a dream, I can see him but I cannot touch him. We're so close and enjoying each other's company and now seems like we're just colleagues/officemates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Glad I have blog, I will utilize this to express my feelings. Though, my good friends are still around and willing to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;This will be  my temporary emotion's absorber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;^_6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-3356569412308176071?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3356569412308176071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=3356569412308176071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3356569412308176071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3356569412308176071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/09/fb-leave.html' title='FB Leave'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-4606667286992435217</id><published>2009-09-10T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:59:56.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Few days before his departure to Middle East. Im busy thinking of anything to give to this dear friend a "send off gift". And I ended my making a personal poem hahahah. This was the first time I made one so please bear with me. Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Born under the year of the Dog and a Taureans.&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted to compassionate yet stubborn man.&lt;br /&gt;Loyal yet overprotective.&lt;br /&gt;Sociable yet attention-grabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve known him since we were 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve first met him when we’re in Grade 1 at SJES.&lt;br /&gt;Most often than not either we’re in the same row&lt;br /&gt;Or we we’re seatmates ‘cause of our surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;10 years had passed that we didn’t talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;But because of reunion, we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;He really did change a lot.&lt;br /&gt;From a plain naïve to Casanova type of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Years again passed and one day we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;This time because of Prei.&lt;br /&gt;Also a friend of mine but unaware that he’s into her.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Prei I get to meet this dear friend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;He always lend his ear whenever I needed one.&lt;br /&gt;My adviser when I do not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;My self-esteem booster when I feel like luck is turning away.&lt;br /&gt;An amazing and a Jack-Of-All-Trade man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, he’s leaving again.&lt;br /&gt;No certainty if we could see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;Though, he promise he’ll still be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’ll be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly happy because I know this is his dream,&lt;br /&gt;But sad at the same time, that I may not able talk to him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;He deserves all the good things the world can offer.&lt;br /&gt;And good luck in your quest for “Ms Right”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Go and reach for your dreams Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Make your family and friends proud of your future achievements.&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers will always be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;We will surely miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;^_6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-4606667286992435217?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4606667286992435217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=4606667286992435217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4606667286992435217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4606667286992435217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenneth.html' title='Kenneth'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-5399891945403185244</id><published>2009-09-04T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:01:02.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kamahalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;11:00 am in the office and yet doing things not related to work, I feel oblige to write because I was teasing him that since it took him sooooo long to finish his next article I will instead write about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I first saw him at Company’s Christmas party 2 years ago with my high school school-mate. First impression though I really don’t pay much attention, mayabang, presko. Heard he’s an AD from my SO origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next encounter, 2008 new set up, we were appointed to higher position. Me as IMRA and he as DTL. Ah so he’s one of the visors I’ll be dealing with. Rumors are roaming around, he should not be in the position because he’s blah…blah…blah…but because of “him/her” he was place in the line-up as well as other good-looking AD. Well, I’ll just do my job and expect them to do theirs and besides I have a good working relationship with his boss then so I feel I wouldn’t have much problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;After 18 months of working together purely business conversation, his group once invited me to go out. Ummm…Im closer to his BFF, but then I don’t entertain the idea of hanging out with them. Few invitations were turned down, then one night while watching TV in my landlady’s room, I got an invitation, worried at first of going out with him alone because of some “dirty thinking homo sapiens” around but then to hell with them and I’ve been dying to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our “first date” - Padis Point Antipolo. Nice and cozy place plus I really love the weather. Indeed a memorable one, around 12mn we bill out it was raining. He’s using his TOT “rat-rat”. We headed to Sumulong Highway, then right turn to Marcos Highway. F@&amp;amp;*, the water hit the island already and if we keep on going we might get stranded. Okay, so he made a U-turned and decided to take another route. Sumulong Highway stretch up to Marikina. Nah…there’s another swimming pool..Gosh it was already 1am. Another route for the 3rd time, go back to where we came from at Padis then straight ahead towards Ortigas Extension (2am)..wahhhhh…swimming pool again???? Fourth route, Pasig “Corinthians”. Finally, at 3am we reached my apartment. I was thinking he has a birth mark somewhere hidden hahahaha ^_^ because of the dilemma we’ve been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;“2nd date”, a group one, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;3rd – Starbucks Techno Hub in UP Diliman. This time, he has a new TOT “cherry”. I asked him since I am not sleepy yet at 12mn, to go around the metro. He brought me to his a century old school. Then went straight to The Fort and finally stop by at a 25-hours open store and had some stomach warming food. Then home at around 230 or 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Became closer I guess..I hope or I’m just assuming? Whatever. I became comfortable going out with him. One time, I really feel disappointed we were supposed to go out (with the triplets) but for some “not acceptable” reason it didn’t push through. Though, he asked me to just watch this movie he really wanted but really don’t like to go out anymore hmp hmp hmp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;4th – September 2, 2009. Get to know him deeper. He loves to talk (thanks to you) no dull moments. Though, I’ve heard some of them already the first time we go out. Divulging but discreet??? Hahahaha..he would say know what blah..blah..blah..Oh yah I answer umm then? Ummm…can’t tell it errrrrr……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;He loves to talk about his “past” love, his experiences, places he has been, people he met, some stories about his friends, jobs he had, his dream job, books he have read. I told him, we’re very opposite, Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You love talking about your ex while I hate telling mine. There’s this one hanging question in my mind, who is that “girl” and whenever I would ask him who she is he would dare me errrrrrrr…..”You were the one who told me about her and yet you can’t name her? Hmp hmp hmp”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;He said, “staying with someone you really like even if you know you can’t be together for a lot of reasons is like standing under the rain..feels good even if you know you might get sick”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-5399891945403185244?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5399891945403185244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=5399891945403185244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5399891945403185244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5399891945403185244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-kamahalan.html' title='My Kamahalan'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-3534937288448596134</id><published>2009-08-16T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:16:08.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Line of Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this from a forwarded sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your dreams come true, do not over sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best vitamin for making friends is be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 commandments are not multiple choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas wont work unless you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who lacks the courage to start has already finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle makes progress when it sticks its head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest deed is better than the grandest intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you cant recycle is wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can give and still keep is your word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-3534937288448596134?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3534937288448596134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=3534937288448596134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3534937288448596134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/3534937288448596134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/08/line-of-thinking.html' title='Line of Thinking'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-5621258486500276136</id><published>2009-08-14T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:45:32.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and Flowers</title><content type='html'>The smoke in my room woke me up at 6:30am grrrrrr…….why does some people are too insensitive about others’ situation or feelings. So for me not to be suffocated I open my window and door and get back to sleep..I wish, but I couldn’t anymore. I grab my handy phone and look for a morning message…I had two options but I opt for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let the blessings of God flow in your life like spring of living water or river that never runs dry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 group of people stored in my contact that I send my morning message/greeting. Then went straight to the bathroom after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, after I finished my morning rituals which is the DSR and while waiting for my breakfast. I  clean up my table. I hate to throw the 2 lovely flowers but I had to, because “yung mabait” is eating the flowers and is putting mess in my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 9:30am I plug mg phone in my pc to check my FB and to post one clip which I’ve been dying to do since yesterday but grrrr…”nak ng” ayaw mag connect. I’ve been wondering, does the system blocked FB account because I get to open other site like yahoo and blog but not FB but is possible if in my phone….kaasar naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since I don’t have anything to do yet and that our boss is not around, I’ll play Ranch Rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-5621258486500276136?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5621258486500276136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=5621258486500276136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5621258486500276136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5621258486500276136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/08/smoke-and-flowers.html' title='Smoke and Flowers'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-5750909867369186028</id><published>2009-08-14T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:41:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foursome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s been a long day. I get exhausted with what I did…but thank God I was able to finish it in time. We’re off at the office around 9pm, while at the gate we are arguing whether to go home or go out? But since Deann is hungry so she headed her precious “car” to Eastwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of our fave place is Starbucks at City Walk 2 infront of Coffee Bean. The only seat left vacant is at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tease them, “Pano tayo makakahanap ng boylet if nasa sulok tayo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As usual the place is jam-packed. I had venti chocolate cream chip, Maine had grande chocolate cream chip and croissant, Connie had grande dark mocha and mango darkness and Deann had chocolate dipped doughnut and fruitas for her drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Donna : Eto na naman tayo. Tayo-tayo mag kakasama. Sana soon someone new naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maine : Ano gusto mo bago? Tawagan ko na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Donna : Ewwwww...Ma’ma Maine naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change topic. Ma’am Connie brought up the topic/issue that Joy seems like not doing her job timely. That whenever we gave stuff for updating it would take a while before she updates it and the we know that she’s not busy and she’s just playing Ranch Rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maine : Okay. Connie tomorrow download mo ako. Then we’ll check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connie : Ma’am it’s not that Im being bad or anything it’s just that you’re setting deadline on us while she is just playing instead of doing what is ought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deann is quiet. Don’t know if she’s bored or upset because we are still talking about work even outside the workplace which we know she hated the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@10pm we went straight to the parking lot and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@11pm, I sent a good night message. Some replied and some perhaps are already snoring. Can’t sleep yet good thing Kiko is still awake and had chat-txt with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mmmmm….he shares his love story with the mother of her son. I told him, Im not in the position to comment because I don’t know your love story and what you and her been thru. I really just don’t indulge into something Im not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was almost 2am when he stops replying then I remembered when he said if I stop txting it means Im snoring already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Time to sleep na wala na ko kausap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-5750909867369186028?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5750909867369186028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=5750909867369186028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5750909867369186028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/5750909867369186028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/08/foursome.html' title='Foursome'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-4877692581194286414</id><published>2009-08-13T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:40:37.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“Love is like a rosary because it’s full of mysteries”, this is what I used to write in a slum book during my high school days when I doesn’t have a boyfriend yet (wink wink).  But what does love really means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just this morning, while having breakfast with colleagues we’re chatting about relationship thing someone said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Girl 1 : “Love is blind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Girl 2 : “No. Lovers are blind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yah right, lovers are indeed blind. Some say there is no perfect human being. But in the eyes of someone in-love there is. We are too blind to see our partner’s flaws. Too blind that even we are being hurt we ignore the feeling and still understand why they hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For me love is magic. It is the most wonderful feeling one could ever feel. The fundamental of all things around us, be it love for our beloved creator, yourself, family, friends, opposite sex, wealth, power blah…blah…blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As time passed by, so many things happened, I’ve met new people, been to other places.  I have my own share of falling in and out of love – ummmm… it happened countless time =).  Though, they all didn’t work out obviously but I will never get tired of falling in love. You could perhaps think I am hopeless romantic, so what? this is me and there’s nothing wrong with it I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-4877692581194286414?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4877692581194286414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=4877692581194286414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4877692581194286414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4877692581194286414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-love_13.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-1968292673999452045</id><published>2009-08-12T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:32:03.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoINYonUbbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DTZFXSEYUrw/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368868422649408946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoINYonUbbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DTZFXSEYUrw/s200/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days ago, I celebrated my 27th birthday a memorable celebration after 9 years. I’ve received lots of food and gift, I wish to celebrate my birthday daily hahahaha ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my twenty seven years of existence I could name a lot of people who inspired me. Who made me angry sometime. Who made me fall in and out of love. People who made me who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jesus Christ – for allowing me to exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama Mary – I may not be a legionnaire anymore but I always keep my faith and belief.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nida Martinez – the most caring and patient person ever. She has given and sacrifices a lot for our family. The person who has a lot of understanding for her prodigal daughter (sadly its me). Patience for her “sometimes” conceited husband. Support for her 2 other dependent children who are already in their 20s. I am also very thankful for her beautiful genes ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;4. Leodegario Martinez – provider and protector. Where I got my fair skin.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jerico Martinez – my human encyclopedia because of his being a wide reader. I could ask him so many things and will patiently explain in such a way that I could easily understand it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Andrea Martinez – my “baby”. The youngest in our family. My fashion critics. Though, she’s slimmer than me&lt;br /&gt;7. Jocelyn dela Paz – my sweetest auntie. Sister of my father.&lt;br /&gt;8. Domeng Cruz – my boy best-friend. We’ve known each other since high school. He knows what I’ve been thru all these years. So sad that he’s miles away but he never forget to keep in touch and shows his care in the least way he can.&lt;br /&gt;9. Yana Mapua – my very cute and huggable niece who always brought laughter and joy to our family.&lt;br /&gt;10. Elena Laude Aguilar – my second mother. So sweet and caring and also a cupid hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;11. Jhem Manic – he/she whatever, the person who keeps on reminding me to attend Legion of Mary when he’s still here. Who patiently wait for me when I took UPCAT. Never get tired of telling stories even if he knows that I strongly disagree with his relationship.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hercie Joy Cabel-Beltran – a very dear friend. My sister Laine and Edna called her “Inah” because she always acts like a mother to us.&lt;br /&gt;13. Laine Gadiano – my sister. Like me, she has been thru a lot. She may not know or notice I but whenever she gets hurt I also feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;14. Edna Lumanglas – my jolly sister.&lt;br /&gt;15. Zendy Gruella – I consider her as “little Donna”. My younger version. Beautiful, independent and loving daughter and sibling. She knows a lot about me, all my “kamalditahan” and “…”.&lt;br /&gt;16. Marco Angelo Mejia – “idol”.&lt;br /&gt;17. Mark June Almosara – my forever suitor.&lt;br /&gt;18. HRD – the Human Resources Department people namely Anne Balde, Au Firmalo, Nards Salazar, Elsa Gayrama and Henry Rivera. Who were so nice and patient with me. Specially Ms Au, for if not for her I wouldn’t be in Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;19. Gel Feliciano – my father in Coke. I may have done things he didn’t like in the past but I know he still cares for me. I haven’t apologize because Im too shy to say sorry. But somehow, I wish he has forgiven me.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tin Marcelo – my “long lost” older sibling. If given a wish to have an older sibling I will definitely picked her. I’ve learned a lot from her. A quiet and simple type of gal but when she speaks all you need to do is stare and just listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;21. Maine Kinney – the most patient and understanding person I’ve met in Coca Cola. No matter how angry I am, whenever I talked to her, she would explain things nicely which would make me feel better afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;22. Deann Sabando – my bf-gf. We sounds like bf-gf whenever we fight over petty things, whenever we we’re apart she would call me every now and then, we love hanging out and just keep on chatting over things or about someone, she would nag at me whenever I’m wearing daring clothes hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;23. Connie Solidarios – Donna and Deann’s mediator/referee.&lt;br /&gt;24. Ma Jean Nabong – the funniest person I've met in Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;25. Diego Domanais – I could consider him as my number one fan. He often adds adjective to my name which boosts my self confidence (thank you Diego). Loves to ask me hypothetical questions which I don’t pay attention much.&lt;br /&gt;26. Bruce Tolentino – I never knew I could get to know him deeply. And that what you see from the outside is just a façade of what he truly feels. I wish him all the best which he truly deserves. Nice to know you Bruce.&lt;br /&gt;27. April Huit – hay……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-1968292673999452045?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/1968292673999452045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=1968292673999452045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/1968292673999452045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/1968292673999452045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-seven.html' title='Twenty Seven'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoINYonUbbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DTZFXSEYUrw/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-6306105010170944032</id><published>2009-03-13T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:18:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>Someone said...."Destiny is something we have invented. Because we cannot stand the fact that everything that happened is the result of the choices we've made".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 6pm while me together with my friends is like having a procession at South Luzon Express way due to traffic. We came from Batangas to attend the christening of Lance Maala.&lt;br /&gt;One topic pop out - "Do you believe in destiny?" asked Ms Maine, i immediately said NO, because based from my experienced, i always have choices to choose though at times it did't ended nice but still i have no one to blame but myself because that's my decision and besides i've never ask anyone to decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return the question to her:: "kaw ma'am maine do you believe in destiny?", she said half yes. I asked why? She replied it happened when she and her husband (Mr Marlo Kinney) we're not yet married then. They had a huge fight that they didn't talk for quite a while, one day after both of them attended a meeting but still ignoring each other. She went to the mall alone, had a walk around and think. She said to herself probably we're not meant for each other but of course her heart didn't mean it and that she wishes everything would still be okay, she even wish of a "sign", girls like us always request for a "sign".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already late when she decided to go home. As she enter the bus, the 1st person she saw was sir marlo and with out any word she sit beside him who lucky is still vacant. Then she added, "i had a choice then but....". That's why she believes that life is half destiny and the other half is the choices we've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they've been mr &amp;amp; mrs marlo kinney for 3 yrs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-6306105010170944032?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6306105010170944032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=6306105010170944032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6306105010170944032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6306105010170944032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/03/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-8297851913809000604</id><published>2009-01-25T19:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:06:18.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did the Cullen Family became immortal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXxdMijZZcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yHtzLfOv78g/s1600-h/cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295209731895944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXxdMijZZcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yHtzLfOv78g/s200/cullen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This clip is dedicated to ABRIL&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carlisle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was born in London, in the sixteen-forties. He was the only son of an Anglican pastor. His mother ied giving birth to him. His father was an intolerant man. As the Protestants came into power, he was enthusiastic in his persecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. He strongly believed in the reality of evil. He led hunts for witches, werewolves… and vampires. When the pastor grew old, he placed his obedient son in charge of the raids. At first Carlisle was a disappointment; he was not quick to accuse, to see demons where they did not exist. But he was persistent, and cleverer than his father. He actually discovered a coven of true vampires that lived hidden in the sewers of the city, only coming out by night to hunt. The people gathered their pitchforks and torches — and waited where Carlisle had seen the monsters exit into the street. Eventually one emerged. His voice was very quiet; Carlisle strained to catch the words. He must have been ancient, and weak with hunger. Carlisle heard him call out in Latin to the others when he caught the scent of the mob. He ran through the streets, and Carlisle who was twenty-three and very fast — was in the lead of the pursuit. The creature could have easily outrun them, but Carlisle thinks he was too hungry, so he turned and attacked. He fell on Carlisle first, but the others were close behind, and he turned to defend himself. He killed two men, and made off with a third, leaving Carlisle bleeding in the street.  Few days after he became a vampire (story was cited in Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;jumped off the cliff when her son died few days after he was born. People taught she’s dead already so they brought her straight to hospital morgue. Her heart was still beating the funeral home and when Carlisle examined her and found out that her heart was still beating  he made her a vampire and his wife (story was cited in Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emmett &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was found by Rosalie while she was hunting.  She found a bear who was about to finish Emmett  and save him.  She carried him back to Carlisle and asked him to make him one of them. Since then they’ve been together (story was cited in Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;used to live in Houston, Texas. He was only almost seventeen years old when he joined the Confederate Army in 1861. During the Galveston battle, he was placed in charge of evacuating the women and children from the city when the Union’s mortar boats reached the harbor.  When they reached the city after dark, he stayed only long enough to make sure the entire party was safely situated. As soon as that was done, he got himself a fresh horse, and headed back to Galveston. Just a mile outside the city, he found three women on foot. He assumed they were stragglers and dismounted at once to offer them his aid. But, when he see their faces in the dim light of the moon, he was stunned into silence. They were, without question, the three most beautiful women he had ever seen. One of them was Maria who made him a vampire (story was cited in Eclipse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;used to work at the asylum in nineteen-twenties.  She has a vampire friend (name was never mentioned) and when James (a tracker vampire cited in Twilight) hunt Alice her friend stole her from her workplace and made her. Soon after, she'd been stuck in that black hole of a cell for so long. When she opened her eyes, strong with her fresh youth, it was like she'd never seen the sun before. Alice doesn't remember her human life at all (story was cited in Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rosalie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was born in Rochester in 1915.  In 1933 she was raped by her fiancé together with his friends and left her in the street dying. Carlisle, Esme and Edward found her and took her into their place.  Since she’s dying already Carlisle decided to make her one of them (story was cited in Eclipse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-8297851913809000604?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8297851913809000604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=8297851913809000604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8297851913809000604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8297851913809000604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-did-cullen-family-became-immortal.html' title='How did the Cullen Family became immortal?'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXxdMijZZcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yHtzLfOv78g/s72-c/cullen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-8398401226735654126</id><published>2009-01-23T15:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:56:18.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T W I L I G H T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXwo7h0AkuI/AAAAAAAAADI/XcxsElqpmoY/s1600-h/dangerously-in-love%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295152265034765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXwo7h0AkuI/AAAAAAAAADI/XcxsElqpmoY/s200/dangerously-in-love%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A romantic story by category. Though it’s the usual boy-girl relationship, the only difference is that it’s a human-vampire love story. The main characters are Edward Cullen (vampire) and Isabella Swan (human) and it all happened in Forks Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabella Swan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXtFHGBOKEI/AAAAAAAAACA/rOeRolgM3QA/s1600-h/bella.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Bella used to live in Phoenix Arizona and at 17 years old when she decided to live with her father Charlie who is the Chief of Police in Forks because she wanted her mother Renee to spend more time with her new husband Phil who is a baseball player &amp;amp; coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXvcpjF8xhI/AAAAAAAAADA/J0WbvbIEUR0/s1600-h/2985514959_7fec96c175%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ard Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Edward was born June 20, 1901 in Chicago and was baptized as Edward Anthony Masen by his parents Elizabeth and Edward Sr. It was summer of 1918 when Carlisle Cullen found him in a hospital dying of the Spanish influenza at 17. His father was already dead of the same disease. His mother who was also dying of the same disease begged Carlisle to do anything to make his son alive…and so Carlisle decided of making him a vampire and eventually adopted him as his son. His poster parents now are Carlisle and Esme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a '&lt;em&gt;love at first sight'&lt;/em&gt; when they first laid eyes on each other in Forks University where both of them are a junior student. Since then they became inseparable. Bella from the starts keeps bugging Edward that she wanted to love and spend eternity with him and it will only be possible if she is a vampire. Edward gave a condition that marrying him is the only way he'll approve of her request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After finishing high school, when Bella is already 18 and of course Edward is still 17 (he'll forever be 17), they walk down the aisle. Less than a month of being Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Cullen, Bella unexpectedly got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle existence for almost four centuries never heard any similar tale or legend of a human who got pregnant by a vampire. Though, he strongly believes that the baby’s existence will risk Bella’s life and so it should be removed. To their surprise, Bella not even once from the very first time she knew of her condition think of sacrificing the baby for her self. Instead, she thinks the other way around. She loves the baby as much as she loves Edward and that she’ll do anything just to deliver the baby as safe as she could possibly can. When the time has come to deliver the baby which was name Renesmee by Bella (named after Renee and Esme), the same time that Bella was transformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-8398401226735654126?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8398401226735654126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=8398401226735654126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8398401226735654126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/8398401226735654126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-w-i-l-i-g-h-t.html' title='T W I L I G H T'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SXwo7h0AkuI/AAAAAAAAADI/XcxsElqpmoY/s72-c/dangerously-in-love%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-6332025343613927869</id><published>2009-01-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:00:00.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Holding Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were hard at work building an elaborate sand castle by the water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal pasages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized that they had taught me an important lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spent so much time and energy creating, are build on sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only our relationship to other people endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- by Rabbi Harold Kushner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-6332025343613927869?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6332025343613927869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=6332025343613927869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6332025343613927869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/6332025343613927869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-holding-hands.html' title='The Power of Holding Hands'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095119700961654494.post-4722462711771383043</id><published>2008-12-29T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:21:13.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First'/><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i don't have anything to say, i'll just welcome my self into the blogger world (opps..apologies if it's not the proper term) &gt;&gt;&gt; MY FIRST (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095119700961654494-4722462711771383043?l=donnacmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4722462711771383043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095119700961654494&amp;postID=4722462711771383043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4722462711771383043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095119700961654494/posts/default/4722462711771383043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnacmartinez.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first.html' title='My First'/><author><name>Lady Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvnGClRdsmo/SoDTF70w5tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CTheYPwcZkA/S220/3111790722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
