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From the bottom of my heart..thankyou Girl!!!
Monday, December 31, 2007 11:57 PM


Just wanna say "thank you" to Tchr. Liza Castronuevo..:) for my blog.. I know that you wanted me to have a blog just like yours.. and here i have now a blog that you made for me..haha!! i really love it! especially the bakground.
Pardon me in my grammar..ahaha.. i know naman that you are... (you already know it)
For sure i will enjoy this blog..:) visit my blog and comments are open.. luv yah girl..muah!! tc...

Again, from the bottom of my heart... THANK YOU!!!

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Spendin' New Year at Home
11:20 PM


my ate preparing for the food that we will eat in New Year's Eve!!
Baked macaroni, salad, icecream, fruits and red wine are enough to celebrate New year's day!!

nothingness.. haha..i just love this pic!!

the song bird of the family
my sister have many talents..she's smart, good in cooking, creative in drawing and even good in singing..just like my mom..

my mom singing her favorite song...
i wasn't able to take a picture when my brother was singing because I'm busy dancing at that time..ahaha!!:D

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spendin' Christmas at my aunt's house
10:54 PM


my aunties together with my mom
We spend Christmas in my aunt's house at Verdana.. i took that picture for remembrance.

gotcha!! that was a stolen shot..haha!
they're always eating..i can't count how many times they go there..

aunt's house don't have a gate..just like in States

me at the garden..after eating..wanna have some pic

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A Carrot, an Egg, and a Cup of Coffee
6:04 AM


A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed that as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

n about twenty minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," the daughter replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity—boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything—they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.


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Welcome to My Online Journal
Saturday, December 29, 2007 12:30 AM



Welcome to my Online Journal! Here, you will be able to know more about me, know my experiences and learn from them.








La Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do


And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

La Da Da Da Da Da

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Kristiansand is my real name
It is a place in Norway where my father got it.
Kris, Kreezy,and Krissa are my pet names.
I am a college student taking up Bachelor of Elementary Education
I'm studying at PWU-Manila.
And planning to take up Special Education.
It's not easy to be an educator someday.
You really have a big role to portray but this is what I want
I'm happy and loud when others are happy.
I'm a loyal and trustworthy friend.
(i'll bet you.. stick with me and you'll see)
My life is incomplete without my family and friends because they are my strengths.
Sometimes I used to be alone
coz there I find peace and happiness.
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