<?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-8478264</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:57:18.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentiments of God's servant...</title><subtitle type='html'>"God will ask neither how successful you are but how many lives and souls that you have touched and inspired nor how many friends you have but how many have remembered and missed you when you're gone..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-1091926681788088497</id><published>2008-07-20T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:15:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Longest VL….. Vakasyon Lamyerda aka Very Labing-labing</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;‘Tol, have you ever experienced getting dumped? Hinde ‘yung parang basura na tinapon sa &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Mateo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; ha. Dumped as in busted or terminated? ‘Yung experience ko parang ganyan! Hahaha!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Butt! Este but…don’t get me wrong, ok? Hinde ako nabasted sa lovelife! Hehehe..sa ibang aspect of my life lang pero sikretong malupet na ang story behind it. Since nabasted ako, nagkaroon ako ng malupit na VL! Vakasya Lamyerda (a.k.a. Labing-labing!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you feel if you’re working for many years then *kabooooom*, bum kana bigla…? Instant pasarap sa buhay ‘di ba? Pero eventually, masakit na sa bulsa. Butas na nga ang bulsa mo, paubos na din ang laman ng iyong ATM (but not in my case kasi mayaman ako…Hahaha! Joke lang my friend, marunong lang ako mag-ipon)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I had a very meaningful VL from May to June. 2 months! Panis ka. If you were given a chance to have such “vacation”, what will you do? O cge, here’s my list noong nabakantehan ako at hinde na nagbabayad ng tax sa gobyernong magulo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nag-babysit sa aking first nephew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cleaned my room and sorted out my cabinet (syempre I      donated ‘yung mga hinde na ginagamit and I killed the snakes and other      cabinet creatures)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumulong sa mga gawaing bahay (hinde nga???)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baked a chocolate cake and made mango ref cake      (Sarap! Hello Chef sweeties!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakipaglaro sa mga bulate, ipis at daga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nagpaka-bibo sa simbahan at sa aking community (hello      YAMily!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naging artista saglit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, I looked for a job (thank God at may      tumanggap pa sa’kin =D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naligo sa pool habang may typhoon (dapat sa beach ito      nangyari eh…)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sumubok mag-underwater photoshoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nag-isaw trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nag-commute papuntang Tagaytay (sarap din pala, try      nyo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…..and lastly, I made use of the time to express my love for someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gave time to the woman I’ve been longing to call ‘mine’. In short, nagkaroon ng madaming madaming ‘ultimate bonding experience’ (UBE) with my Boss Crashy. Labing-labing kumbaga (O, walang inggitan =D). Because of this, I thank God for the opportunity that He has given me when I got a magnificent, long and remarkable VL. At least, I got to know more of my special someone and I believe because of this cherished VL, my love for her grew more and deeper. (yiheeeeeeee!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So ano pang hinihintay ninyo? Mag-VL na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-1091926681788088497?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/1091926681788088497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=1091926681788088497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/1091926681788088497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/1091926681788088497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-longest-vl-vakasyon-lamyerda-aka.html' title='My Longest VL….. Vakasyon Lamyerda aka Very Labing-labing'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-4188381333603662420</id><published>2008-01-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:47:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit Sarap Saklolo! (Bawal Magkasakit!)</title><content type='html'>First of all, ang King ng Dudap Clan ay muling nagbabalik para mag-blog at magpa-cute. (O sya, bow down na kayo sa hari…. Boooooooooow) &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ano nga ba’t nakain ko para mag-sulat uli? Sirit na kayo!? Sabi kasi ng Boss Crashy ko, since wala daw akong ginagawa dito sa bahay kasi ako’y may sakit, she suggested the following:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mag-internet      (Technically, this is what I’m doing right now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sound-trip      while writing my thoughts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magsulat      sa hangin &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subukan      ipasok ang sarili sa ref! (very sensible and possible, right guys?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since hinde ko kayang gawin ‘yun pang-huling suggestion, sinubukan ko ‘yung pangatlo. I tried so hard! But the wind kept on erasing the thoughts! Bad trip diba?! So ayun, dito na lang sa blogspot ko sinulat ‘to…walang pakialamanan kung hinde ako kasya sa REF, ok?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, let’s try to be serious na.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mahirap pala magkasakit anoh? 2 days nakong hinde pumasok dahil sa p*ny*t*ng bronchitis na toh.. Ngayon ko lang sya na-encounter kaya nakipag-bunong braso akong mabuti.. Ayun, talo! Kaya 2 days din akong bedridden. Bukas, susubukan ko nang pumasok dahil miss nako ng Crown Asia and our very kind, makulit, sometimes-irritable buyers. (peace tayo, Sirs and Mams!)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang hirap ng kalagayan ko kasi its hard to breathe, yah know…? Tapos mamaya, aatakihin ako ng ubo at sinat. Well, I prayed to Him already na sana gumaling ako agad para I could do the tasks He assigned to me and my other responsibilities; sa office, sa bahay, sa YAM and sa Badminton court. Ang Sakit!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a realization din.. When you’re sick, siguro this is the time that God wants to talk to you.. He wants you to call upon Him.. to strengthen your faith,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and to rely not only on the medicines you take but to HIM importantly. God wants to talk to you at your weakest kaya if your sick, kausapin mo lang Sya, kwentuhan mo ng buhay mo na sa kaibigan o kapitbahay mo lang tsinitsismis. God always listens.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O nga pala, Macky’s infamous (naks!) OREO REF CAKE is back to business! Pwedeng pede na kayo mag-order ngayon.. It’s creamier and more delicious! Sakto tapos na ang Pasko at kainan.. siguro ang iba sa inyo ay tumaba o bumigat ang timbang.. Bakit hinde nyo sulitin? Kumain pa ng pampataba! Jk… Teka teka, who said you’re the one to eat this? Bumili kayo at ipakain sa iba para sila ang tumaba! (Wise move?) Atleast napasaya nyo pa sila… 120 php lang po per piece. Free delivery within Pilar Village, Las Pinas only. Hahaha! Pramis… maSARAP to!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, before I end my eulogy este my blog (Akala ko kasi mamamatay nako sa sakit kong ito eh!), I’d like to greet everyone a happy, exciting new year 2008! It’s another year for us to strive hard, to welcome trials and to receive lots and lots of God-enriching blessings. 2007 has passed and we have to move on. Pwede lang natin balikan ang masasayang alala ng nakaraan.. Kalimutan ang kalungkutan at kasawian dahil ang mga eto ay makakasama lang ng iyong health! Baka magkaroon ka lang ng wrinkles, pimples, pigsa, at kung ano pang kapangitan sa katawan. Okidok?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So susunod uli na blog! Sana hinde ako tamarin. Hehehe! Kaya… save meeeeeeeeh from the sickness of katams! Katamaran… Sakloloooooooooo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-4188381333603662420?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/4188381333603662420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=4188381333603662420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/4188381333603662420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/4188381333603662420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2008/01/sakit-sarap-saklolo-bawal-magkasakit.html' title='Sakit Sarap Saklolo! (Bawal Magkasakit!)'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-114315991805441501</id><published>2006-03-24T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:25:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Requests Us..</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Wake Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And decide to have a good day and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Dress Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The best way to dress up is to put on a smile in your lips and in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart."&lt;br /&gt;I Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Shut Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Say nice things and learn to listen.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.&lt;br /&gt;"He who guards his lips guards his soul."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Stand Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything..&lt;br /&gt;"Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..."&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Look Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;To the Lord and praise Him.&lt;br /&gt;"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Reach Up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Out&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;For something higher. Reach out to your loved ones and to those who surround you.&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Lift Up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Your Prayers and all your intentions, concerns, anxieties and burdens.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-114315991805441501?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/114315991805441501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=114315991805441501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/114315991805441501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/114315991805441501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-requests-us.html' title='God Requests Us..'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-114067772842601764</id><published>2006-02-23T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:55:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang OREO CAKE ni MAKY.... *bow*</title><content type='html'>hi Guys! Valentines has just passed by and the biznez was a boom.. Daming nagorders (you can attest that by asking some people close to me and the people who witnessed and saw me making the orders.. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, hinde pa din ako pagod sa kakagawa.. kahit March na.. tuloy ang biznez! hehe.. Teka.. Did i mention March? Wow summer time! Graduation time! Tamang tama ang OREO REF CAKE sa tag-init! pedeng ipangregalo sa mga kaibigan, kapatid, pamangkin, (apo?) na magsisipagtapos ngayong March.. So why not place your orders now!? Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, may promo po tayo ngayon.. buy 3 take 1 free! Oha? Sulit yan pramis! :) (100 php each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support! God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you can reach me @ 0927-3238764 / 8053624 ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-114067772842601764?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/114067772842601764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=114067772842601764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/114067772842601764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/114067772842601764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2006/02/ang-oreo-cake-ni-maky-bow.html' title='ang OREO CAKE ni MAKY.... *bow*'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-113817357652519945</id><published>2006-01-25T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:22:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…..Maky contemplates, reminisces, reflects, and become sentimental as he absorbs the words of ALL FOR LOVE by Hillsongs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                  … “All for love the Father gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;     For only love could make a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                       All for love the heavens cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                    For love was crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                               Oh how many times have I broken Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                           But still You forgive if only I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                               And how many times have You heard me pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                        Draw near to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Everything I need is You&lt;br /&gt;My beginning, my forever&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                      Let me sing all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                    I will join the angels’ song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                   Ever holy is the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                              King of Glory, King of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                           All for a love a Savior prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                    Abba Father, have Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                            Though they know not what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                 Let the Cross draw man to You “…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lord... You gave your life for us in order to be saved and be with You… Yes, Lord... You saved us because You believed in us that we would seek and adore you in spite and despite of the burdens and pains that we are experiencing... You never get tired of bringing us back into salvation even though we hurt you so many times, betrayed you always, and sinned against you… You are our safe refuge…our peace…and our source of love…You are everything we need…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and personally…I WANNA BE WITH YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.renaissanceranch.net/images/jesus_hugging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-113817357652519945?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/113817357652519945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=113817357652519945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113817357652519945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113817357652519945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-for-love.html' title='All for Love'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-113582004499539708</id><published>2005-12-29T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:42:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw Ba Naman...</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Holidays to all of you! Potek, nabuhay na naman ako after 100 years of not putting my thoughts into writings… eh mas prefer ko into words and actions eh! Hehe! Anyways, here I am again to stir one’s mind and to refresh one’s soul. Without further ado (Naks! Kala mo asa concert or show eh noh?), ipapahayag ko na ang aking mga saloobin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dilim at Tahimik na moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bilis nga naman ng panahon, `di ba? Few days ago we had just celebrated Christmas. Some made it merrily and some…Hinde ko alam kung pano nila ito ipinagdiwang. Sa tuwing sasapit ang Pasko, hinde maalis sa ating isipan kung magiging  “malamig” o “warm” ba ang paraan to celebrate this special season. Lahat tayo may kanya kanyang paraan at dahilan kung bakit kelangang magcelebrate ng Pasko. For those who have discerning minds and deep knowledge &amp; understanding, Christmas is celebrated because it marks the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ – and we must be thankful for God gave Him to save us and guide us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta naman tayo sa “hinde medyo malalim” na dahilan kung bakit tayo dapat magdiwang ng Pasko..kung bakit dapat tayo maging masaya at huwag magpaka-Biyernesantong mukha. There are plenty and gazillions of reasons to celebrate Christmas. Hinde ko na kelangang isa-isahin pa since alam kong kayo din may kanya kanyang rason. (Eh baka kasi kontrahin nyo ako eh, mahirap na!) Pero para sa akin (dito lang sa topic na ito), masaya ang Pasko ko dahil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang maging bakante ng dalawa o higit na taon tapos sa hinde inaasahang pagkakataon…*kaboom*… I had a “warm” Christmas. In short, from single life to In-A-Relationship status na. Gets? O sige, may girlfriend na ako! Haha! But what special about it was I celebrated Noche Buena (kahit kaming dalawa lang plus special participation of her mom) with her. Sino sa inyo ang naka-experience ng ganito? Paki-taas lang ang armpit, please… FYI: first time `to for the both of us. Oha oha? Hehe! Furthermore, albeit I had few hours with her during Christmas, I was very happy and alam mo `yung feeling na sana huminto ung oras para lang makasama mo pa nang matagal ung mahal mo? (Sorry corny ako eh! Hehe!) `Yung mga can relate, give me high five. Hehe! O nga pala, minsan lang ako mag-broadcast so I’ll grab the opportunity to say…”I love you, Oyen! Hampasan tayo ng pagmamahal lage ha…” next…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang magkaroon ng community or let’s just say a family that praises God with all their hearts. (Hello YAM people!) Masarap talaga makasama ‘yung mga taong mahal din si Lord kasi mas lalong nadadagdagan ung pagmamahal mo sa Kanya sa tuwing nakakasama mo sila sa dasal, sa paglilingkod, at sa UBE (refer to next topic below). Minsan nga pinagdadasal ko na sana mas dumami pa ang makasama naming sa paglilingkod kay Lord at sana mas dumami pa lalo ang gustong matutong magmahal sa Kanya. And then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang magkaroon ng maraming kaibigan mapa-online man o hinde. I’m so thankful because I have friends who stayed for years and continuously sharing their loving friendship with me. Kahit na minsan eh sobrang inis kana sa kanila/kanya, dahil sa mahal mo sya bilang kaibigan, nakakayanan mong magpatawad, kalimutan ang away, tapos sabay recall sa joyous memories you shared together…Kilala nyo na kung sino kayo! Special mention dito `yung Cebuanofever, tropang Parkinglot/Senti/Lasalle/Dlsu, tropa ko sa block EL at CSB peeps. Dami anoh? Hehe sorry na! tapos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang biyayaan ng pamilyang walang sawang sumusuporta sayo. Despite of the shortcomings of each member, we still manage to stay bonded and united. Kahit minsan eh nakakainis na ang ugali ng isa, dahil sa pagmamahal mo sa kanya eh tinitiis mo na lang at ipagdadasal that God will touch his/her heart so he’ll change for the best. I’m so grateful that we’re still complete (kahit kasal na si kuya) and the love for one another envelopes our home and the people that surrounds us. Lastly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang may Diyos like Jesus Christ and God the Father. Tandem Silang dalawa promise! Sometimes when I’m encountering Them both, it’s an overwhelming feeling. `Yung love Nila sobra ang pag-apaw at paggalaw sa akin and because of this happening, unconsciously, I’m spreading the love to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-113582004499539708?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/113582004499539708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=113582004499539708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113582004499539708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113582004499539708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/12/ikaw-ba-naman.html' title='Ikaw Ba Naman...'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-113134418085817479</id><published>2005-11-07T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:39:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U.B.E.</title><content type='html'>“Ui pare! Good morning! Hayyy.. Sobrang bored ako.. busy kaba? UBE naman tayo kina Ate Maria..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oo nga eh.. boring talaga! Anyways, ano ‘yang UBE? Pagkain yan ah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haha pagkain ka jan..UBE stands for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ultimate Bonding Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyan nagsimula ang pagkalat ng salitang “UBE” sa aking community. Para sa iba, alien ang salitang yan.. Pero sa totoo lang, matagal na ‘yang term na ‘yan. It gives deeper meaning than the usual term of “tambay”. Mas masarap siguro pakinggan kung may magyayaya sayo at sabihin na mag”bonding” kesa sa tambay diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, napadalas ang UBE ko with my community, ang YAM (Young Adults Ministry). Nakakatuwa kasi nagustuhan nila ung term tapos syempre ung ‘bonding’ kahit na panay ang kulitan, kantahan, laro ng baraha at kainan ang aming pinaggagawa. Masaya naman eh! May theme na nga an gaming UBE eh.. “Bored? mag-UBE tayo! Bawal ang KJ!” Kaya para sa lahat ng YAM members, sumama lang kayo pag may nag-yaya ng UBE! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kahit anong grupo o samahan, pede ang UBE.. Tulad na lang sa isang kompanya, imbis na “team building”, UBE na lang.. “Everybody, we’ll have our UBE in Boracay next month.” O di kaya sa simbahan, imbis na “prayer meeting”, UBE ang maaaring ipalit. “Brother John Paul, we’ll have our UBE at Maria’s place. Don’t forget to bring your bible.” Pede din sa mag-kasintahan yan, imbis na mag-“date”, UBE na lang. “Darling, miss na kita.. UBE naman tayo mamaya sa mga isawan dun sa kanto nyo..See you ha, love u..” Ayan, ilan lang yan sa mga halimbawa na pedeng ipalit ang salitang “UBE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. ang sarap talaga mag-UBE lalo na kung kasama mo ang mga taong mahal mo, mga taong malapit sa iyong puso. Pero wala ng mas hihigit kung magkakaroon ka ng UBE with God… Panigurado araw araw mong hahanapin yun… Pusta ko, Heaven ang feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pano, uulitin ko… UBE = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ultimate Bonding Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mag-UBE na tayo! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-113134418085817479?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/113134418085817479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=113134418085817479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113134418085817479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/113134418085817479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/11/ube.html' title='U.B.E.'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112833290477991304</id><published>2005-10-03T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:48:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life means Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life lived well + wittiness = MORRIE SCHWARTZ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before, I admit, I’m really not into reading books, browsing excerpts, or even searching for life’s answers. I always tell to myself, “Nah, I’m not the nerdy type of person. I’d rather watch WWE or watch movies with my girls.” I despised doing book reports for school’s requirements or writing an essay about a certain novel or other fiction pieces. I tell you, I received a failing mark when I did a report on “Ibong Adarna”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me remained ordinary until I encountered Mitch Albom’s genuine and must-read masterpiece, Tuesday’s with Morrie. How did it happen? It’s very simple. I asked my bookworm buddies what were the good titles and where I could buy those. They advised me to consult Mr. Powerbooks. When I bought this book couple of years ago, it was on the top 10 Non-Fiction best-sellers (together with 5 People You Meet in Heaven also by Mitch Albom) of that store. I really hope it’s still in the top ten even or maybe I should deem it would be the number 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t believe how Mitch Albom loved Mr. Schwartz. And I really can’t imagine myself loving Mr. Schwartz more than Mitch. Do you think I’m exaggerating here, don’t you? I don’t think so, my friends! If you would just study the book then maybe you’ll feel me. Moreover, you would experience the greatness of impact it made in my life. The experience is like bumping into a million of stars then POOF! You’re one big brilliant planet! I bet there are lots of ‘Morrie-lover’ planets here continuously living life with importance and value.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In marketing management, there are 3 levels of product which are: actual, augmented and the core. In this book, the less significant level, also known as the actual level, defines the appearance itself. Tuesday’s with Morrie is a small book which makes it portable - you can carry it anywhere. You can keep it in your hand bag, leather case, or it can even fit in your pocket! It also consumes less space. Sound cool, right? Also, the author made used of small yet simple font making the book readable. Dangling and fancy letters were not allowed by Mitch. The augmented level or add-on/s of the book is that author provided his personal homepage (see back part of it). You can check reviews, offer suggestions, and know the author’s life by browsing &lt;a href="http://www.albom.com"&gt;www.albom.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The core level of a product is what the product could primarily give. For this book, it gives priceless information to ponder upon. This information is bannered by Morrie Schwartz’s exceptional thought, "The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in." Whenever I remember this quotation, I always hum the lyrics of Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely replacing the word “she” with “it”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yes, Tuesdays with Morrie made me learn how to love all God’s creation without asking anything in return. This book changed my perspective of life – from I-won’t-do-bad-things-but-be-steady-and-no-actions-required view to Just-do-good-things-and-reward-is-in-Heaven view. This book put my dreams together with love and forgiveness. This book made my heart see things that my eyes cannot see. It shaped me from happy-go-lucky/bad-boy character to a humble servant of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, one greatest lesson this book taught me is that life has two sides; the bright side and dull side, and it is up to us which one to choose and to love all the time. Am I hearing “Uhhh come on? Owwwws? Are you for real?!” Please, get yourself a copy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-112833290477991304?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112833290477991304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112833290477991304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112833290477991304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112833290477991304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-means-love.html' title='Life means Love'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112563936358472560</id><published>2005-09-02T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:36:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To the One that God has Prepared For Me</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I have read again this letter that was forwarded to my email last June 15, 2001. I believe that this should be the attitude while waiting for the right one, whatever we call the "one" that is shaped by God for us. Enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinkingof me, if you, like me, are wondering what is takingus so long to find each other. Many times I thought Ifinally found you only to be disillusioned by the factthat my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morninghoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be asromantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is itpossible that I have known you all my life but we haveyet to realize that we are meant for each other? Ohhow I wish you were here right now because you are theonly one who has the answers to all my questions.Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known"love". I do not have the answer to that questioneither but I believe that, more often than not, wewill never really know what love is until we find thatright person.... and since I have not found you yet,then maybe I do not really know what love is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You just don't know how often I dream of finallyknowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even atthis very moment I am imagining how you will simplysweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to youby your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how youmanage to make me laugh by your silly little ways! Idon't really know for sure but I am praying that Godwill help me recognize you when the right time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I think of all the pain that I have gone through inthe past and of how much I have cried since the day Ibegan my search. I just wanted you to know that I findmy strength in clinging onto my vision of thebeautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spendwith you. In my mind and in my heart I know that youare worth all that pain and sacrifice. After all, thetears have become a part of my life and I believe thatthey are slowly washing away my flaws so that I wouldbecome perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, butperfect --- for You. I wonder if you've gone throughso much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt somany times along the journey. But my dearest one,please don't ever give up because I am right here...patiently waiting for you. I assure you that when wefinally find each other I would slowly heal thosewounds by my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;At night, I would look out my window and stare at thebeautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are alsolooking up and wondering about me. I utter a silentprayer and send all my cries to the heavens abovethinking that in time they would reach you. And when Ifeel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe thatyou are on your way and that you are longing to see meas well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep,it is still you that I think of, for you are always inmy dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the onlyplace where I can hold on to you, long enough to tellyou how much I love you. In my dreams you would kissaway my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. Andthis, all the more, makes me want to wake up   andface the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough,you will no longer be a dream but a reality and onceagain I am assured that you are worth the wait. Andwhen that time comes, everything will fall into itsplace, just as I had imagined, just as I had thoughtand dreamed, just as I had believed it would be. Bythen, I would simply look back and smile at all that Ihave gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst thesimple joys of life --- and I would be very thankfulbecause they all led me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold onto our dream and don't even think of letting go.Believe in your heart that we will find each other nomatter what happens. God has planned the course and itis up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry,don't be afraid about getting lost, God saw to it thatall the roads, no matter which one you choose tofollow, will lead to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-112563936358472560?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112563936358472560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112563936358472560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112563936358472560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112563936358472560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/09/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared.html' title='A Letter To the One that God has Prepared For Me'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112503274696825094</id><published>2005-08-26T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:11:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Day Is A SPECIAL DAY</title><content type='html'>Here's a story that I want to share with you. Yes you! I believe that each one of us is a special child of God. Enjoy reading! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was till attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes,I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God.&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/8478264-112503274696825094?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112503274696825094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112503274696825094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112503274696825094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112503274696825094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/08/each-day-is-special-day.html' title='Each Day Is A SPECIAL DAY'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112408942269909267</id><published>2005-08-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:11:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usapang Bacon (yum..)</title><content type='html'>It's funny to realize that the phrase "blessing in disguise" happens most of the time. One of the experiences happened this morning. Everytime I come to office, there's always a breakfast already served. And I got lucky this time since my tita prepared my favorite meal..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B A C O N!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when I saw the breakfast I told myself with giggle, "Tignan mo nga naman pagsinuswerte..nakakatamad na Monday pero bacon ang almusal!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went straight to the office room and said to myself again that I'll consume everything that's left in the table when the clock strikes 9. I came here by 8 so after an hour it's time to make my tummy happy! I went out and when I finally reached the dinning table.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------After 10 mins-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:42:16 AM): hi.. bad3p ako..&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:42:28 AM): bkit po?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:06 AM): naubos ung bacon!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:09 AM): &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:15 AM): dapat kumuha nako knina pa...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:18 AM): leche talaga&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:43:28 AM): asus! akala ko pa naman kung ano&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:43:38 AM): para kang bata!&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:50 AM): baby...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:43:53 AM): bata na kung bata&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:44:04 AM): pero alam mo naman kung gano ko gusto makakain ng bacon ehhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:44:24 AM): sino ba kasi yung nag-ubos?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:44:58 AM): aba ewan...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:45:13 AM): pagtingin ko dun sa mesa ngyn, wala na&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:45:40 AM): gusto ko sana maghanap at magtanong kung meron pa, kaso ang kapal ko naman..d ko naman bahay to&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:45:58 AM): hahaha...kakatapos mo lng magbfast nyan, bumalik ka ulit sa mesa...takaw ka talga&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:46:10 AM): hahaha.. nakakatuwa ka talaga&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:46:57 AM): hinde ko natikman ung bacon ehhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:47:05 AM): &lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:47:29 AM): ha? hindi natikman? edi ba yun yung bfast mo?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:48:50 AM): inde po...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:48:57 AM): binalita ko lang sau knina na bacon ung bfast......&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:49:03 AM): dito kina uncle&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:49:08 AM): pero ung sa bahay, tuna..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:49:09 AM): &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:49:15 AM): heavy heart talaga ako..&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:49:27 AM): ah akala ko, nagbfast ka din jan..&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:49:38 AM): kawawa naman talga yun baby ko...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:50:41 AM): &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:50:42 AM): hayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:51:15 AM): wag na lungkot yan.. magkikita naman tayo later eh...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:51:32 AM): uu baby masaya ako mamaya pramis..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:51:42 AM): pero ngyn sad. &lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:51:47 AM): are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:51:49 AM): sana....&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:51:57 AM): eh wag na sad&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:52:51 AM): cant help eh &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:52:58 AM): tuwang tuwa ako knina dahil may bacon&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:53:03 AM): pero pagbalik ko wala na&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:53:04 AM): &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:53:09 AM): saklap eh...&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:54:02 AM): ayyyyyyyy....do you want me to leave you alone muna? kasi sad ka eh.. wala naman akong magawa to make you feel better...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:54:33 AM): punta ka dito tapos dalhan moko&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:54:35 AM): bacon...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:54:37 AM): &lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:54:58 AM): ay ganun...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:55:52 AM): haha joke lang&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:55:54 AM): babaw ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:55:57 AM): sorry ha/.........&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:56:12 AM): mejo...&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:56:36 AM): para ngang bata...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:56:47 AM): &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:56:49 AM): hayyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:57:27 AM): cge na work ka na jan&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:58:09 AM): nagwowork ako na mejo luhaan&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:58:10 AM): ahah&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (8:58:57 AM): hmmm... cge, pagpatuloy mo la\ng yan&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (8:59:11 AM): ang alen?&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (9:01:03 AM): ung pagluluha habang nagwowork dahil sa BACON&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:01:19 AM): haha jk lang un&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:01:23 AM): so ikaw na ang naiinis nyan?&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (9:01:35 AM): mejo...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:03:25 AM): ahh ok..sorry&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (9:04:23 AM): sana nga may magbigay sayo ng bacon para ok ka na...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:04:54 AM): deh ok lang&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:04:57 AM): thank you&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (9:05:27 AM): offline na po ako...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:05:44 AM): byebye..&lt;br /&gt;oyyein (9:06:06 AM): sana makapagwork ka jan ng maayos kahit hindi ka nakakain ng bacon&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (9:06:54 AM): yes.&lt;br /&gt;-----end of conversation----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I talked to Oyen, i really can't believe that she would surprise me and buy me bacon.. She went here again in the office and brought it to me.. May kasama pang cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang mahal talaga ako nitong taong `to. Good to say that she knows that I really love surprises.. Hay.. Isn't she a blessing in disguise? It's amazing how God works. Sometimes, He shows His love to us by using an instrument. Agree? And this time, in my case, He used an instrument in the person of Oyen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-112408942269909267?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112408942269909267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112408942269909267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112408942269909267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112408942269909267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/08/usapang-bacon-yum.html' title='Usapang Bacon (yum..)'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112252225019740429</id><published>2005-07-28T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:01:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little reflection, a little heaven..</title><content type='html'>Current mood: “In high spirits”, yet a little bothered because I have a slight fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what has pushed me to blog again this time but I presume that there are some feelings, thoughts, or even crazy ideas needed to be shared. I have paused for a while and have conversed with my God, asking for healing and cleansing. I also have thanked Him for experiencing such yoke because I know that someday I would discern His sole purpose for giving me such burden - maybe to strengthen me and to increase my faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night, four of my brothers in church and I had our ‘care group’ meeting. It’s similar to a bible study since we discussed and tackled verses in the Bible. We also gave our own opinions, sharing, etc.. We merely talked about Heaven. What about Heaven? How would you get there? What does it look like? Questions like those swamped our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up things we had discussed, my care group had comprehended that in order to have a luxurious and comfortable place in Heaven, one must invest here on Earth. Invest in money? or in an excellent business? That’s a no no. We had understood that we should invest by doing God-wanted things. These thigns could be: to serve others, make sinners repent, or let a gone astray person find God once again. I hope you would agree with us as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me makes a deep sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------end of sharing--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts, thoughts, thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na tropang Lobog, sana inde nyo ako makalimutan kahit hinde nako sumasama sa inyo. Busy person, daming trabaho pramis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na din magbadminton..umalis kapa kasi, Chelo eh! Nawalan tuloy ng partner si Jeni. Para sa mga macho smashers kong kalaro, sensya na kung 1 week na akong hinde nakalaro, dami lang gawa sa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! While I’m writing this, Oyen called and asked me to get out of my office.. Then there she was outside waiting for me.. Uhhhhh… She knows I’m sick that’s why she visited me here, gave me green tea and a tablet of vitamin C.  So sweet of her! Right? Hay… “Mahal na kita, cutey” :p hehe.. Mukang nawala na sakit ko dahil sayo.. yihee! By the way, she’s also into our community, a close close close “friend” of mine. Thank you for taking good care of me! More of Oyen maybe after this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think that’s a little heaven here? *smirks and blushes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-112252225019740429?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112252225019740429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112252225019740429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112252225019740429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112252225019740429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-reflection-little-heaven.html' title='A little reflection, a little heaven..'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-112113532827922488</id><published>2005-07-12T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:29:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out Of The Dark, My Lord</title><content type='html'>..Maky speaks to the Lord in behalf of all Christians..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just what is it in me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me in your love&lt;br /&gt;Why you never let me go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, sobrang mahal Nyo talaga ako, ano? Minsan sa sobrang inis ko dahil sa ilang kababawang problema, gusto ko ng bumitaw sa Inyo.. Hinde ko maiwasang sisihin Kayo.. Pero nanjan pa din Kayo, hinde ako pinapapabayaan.. At kahit ganito ako na puno na hinanagpis at galit, patuloy Nyo pa din akong minamahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though you're in me now&lt;br /&gt;I fall and hurt you still&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, please show me how&lt;br /&gt;To know just how you feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talaga bang ganito, Lord? Akala ko minsan ay napakabuti kong tao pero hinde pala? Paano ba naman.. 'Unconsiously' nasasaktan ko kayo.. Diba pag nakasakit ako ng kapwa, nasasaktan din kayo? Minsan, sinusumpa ko pa sila.. Madalas Lord nagtatampo ako sa inyo na hinde naman dapat.. Lord, siguro binibigyan Nyo ako ng mga pagsubok, ng mga suliranin at problema kasi gusto Nyong masaktan ako at para maramdaman ko ang sakit na nararamdaman Nyo sa tuwing nabibigo ko Kayo, diba? Pero alam ko Lord meron kayong mabuting kadahilanan sa mga ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;Too many times, it seems&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm not what you might call&lt;br /&gt;A worthy Christian after all&lt;br /&gt;And though I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Temptation find its way to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tama Kayo..maraming beses ko na kayong nasaktan at maraming beses Nyo na din akong pinatawad.. Kakayanin ko kaya na magpatawad sa tuwing ako naman ang Inyong sasaktan sa pamamagitan ng mga taong nasa paligid ko? Naiinis nga ako minsan sa sarili ko eh, akala ko talagang nagbago nako nang tuluyan pero hinde pala.. Kahit anong gawin ko, hinde ko maiwasang matukso at magkasala.. Patawarin Nyo po ako.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teach me to trust in you with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;To lean not on my own understanding&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just forget&lt;br /&gt;You won't give me what I can't bear&lt;br /&gt;Take me out of the dark, my Lord&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord.. sa totoong lang, sadjang takot kami sa dilim, takot masaktan, takot mawalan ng mahal sa buhay, takot magkaproblema.. Pero alam din namin na hinde nyo kami pababayaan basta manalig at magtiwala lamang kami sa Inyo.. Subalit minsan, eto ang nawawala samin..ang Pagtitiwala..patawad po Lord.. sana hinde Kayo magsawa na paulanan kami ng biyaya upang mas lumakas ang aming pananalig..at upang mas tumibay ang aming pagmamahal sa inyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've never left my side&lt;br /&gt;You gave your hand to me &lt;br /&gt;to hold you, Oh Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I leave you there&lt;br /&gt;When I feel satisfied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko Lord nawala na kayo sa tuwing makakaranas ako ng hinanakit at gulo.. sa tuwing ako'y naiistress, iniisip ko wala na naman kayo at nagpunta kung saan saan..sa tuwing umiiyak ako, iniisip ko abala kayo sa Inyong mga gawain at ako'y nakalimutang tuluyan.. Pero hinde pala ganun, Lord.. Nariyan pala Kayo parati. At sa tuwing ako'y masaya o di kaya nakakaranas ng kaginhawaan sa buhay, nababale-wala ko Kayo. Minsan pa nga nakakalimutan kong magpasalamat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to thank you everyday&lt;br /&gt;Not only when I feel that way&lt;br /&gt;I've never known a man who'd give his life&lt;br /&gt;For sinners like me&lt;br /&gt;And yet because he loves us so&lt;br /&gt;He's promised us eternity&lt;br /&gt;And we can have that promise and be His&lt;br /&gt;If we have faith and just believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaalay ko po sa inyo ang lahat lahat.. lahat ng mayroon ako sa buhay na hinde ko naman dapat angkinin.. Inaalay ko sa inyo ang aking mga kasalanan sapagkat ang mga ito lang ang sadjang hawak ko.. Linisin at pagalingin Nyo po ako, Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan Nyo rin po akong magpasalamat sapagkat maswerte pa pala ako kumpara sa iba.. na mas mabigat ang dinadalang pasanin..ang dinadalang problema sa buhay.. Pero alam ko Lord na hinde Nyo kami bibigyan ng pabigat na hinde namin kaya.. At sa tuwing bibigay at susuko na Kami, nariyan Kayo para kami ay alalayan.. sa tuwing kami ay bumabagsak, nariyan Kayo para tulungan kaming tumayo..at nariyan Kayo para bigyan kami ng lakas at pusong nagmamahal sa aming kapwa at sa Inyo.. Salamat Lord..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-112113532827922488?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/112113532827922488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=112113532827922488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112113532827922488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/112113532827922488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-me-out-of-dark-my-lord.html' title='Take Me Out Of The Dark, My Lord'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111931909983255044</id><published>2005-06-21T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:58:19.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling Past Memories</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was very mellow, very sentimental.. I don't know why I was in that state, the feeling was so queer so I just did let it flow in me.. I remembered I was collecting thoughts and memories from the past. From the highschool kiddo days until the day I graduated from college. Whoa! Ang dami pa lang memories - the happy and sad ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recalled the joyous moments instead.. Habang iniisip ko ang mga ito, mejo napaluha ako for no reason at all.. Siguro nakakamiss, somehow I was thinking how I wanted to get back and correct some of the mistakes that I did, how I wanted to undo&lt;br /&gt;those things that shouldn't have done. Pero past is past, ryt? So ayun, sige Maky reminisce ka lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala ko nung highschool, super brat pako, napaka-ingay at napaka-korni.. Mahilig ako mang-asar, maglikot, mangulo ng buhay ng isang tao. Haha! Pero syempre I have this behave and angel side :p Korni because I wrote love letters to my crushes and all those mushy stuffs which I think ginagawa ko pa ata until now. Hehe.. :p I also recalled before how I know God superficially.. Of course, nagdadasal ako, umaatend ng retreats but that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those memories, events, happenings have molded me to the person I am right now. Kaya I am very grateful to Him kasi marami akong natutunan dun sa mga taong binigay nya sakin, dun sa mga taong naging parte ng buhay ko, at dun sa mga taong nanakit sakin. All of them have contributed to my character right now. Hinde ko sinasabing napakabuting tao ko pero dahil sa kanila mas nakilala ko ang Diyos na mabuti. I'm not saying here that I know Him best but I have formed this profound relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko narealize na lahat pala ng nakasalamuha at nakilala kong tao ay si God. Lahat ng nangyari sakin, lahat ng naexperience ko ay si God. Pero inde ko sinasabing may bad side Sya (diba parasatin may taong masama? at may mga bagay na inde maganda? hehe) but I think He gave those things to us at ung personality sa isang tao hinde para maging masama pero para turuan ang bawat isa ng lesson. We might not discern what the lesson is right now but in His own precious time I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok lang ba maging senti at mag-recall ng past memories? Syempre! Eto tip mga kapatid.. If ever you look back and remember those "bad memories", think of what happened and what these bad memories brought to you.. Siguro kung iisipin mong mabuti, these are not merely bad ones but lessons to ponder upon and lessons that made you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lord, salamat sa lahat! Dati acquaintances pa lang tayo pero ngayon tropa na.. Saludo ako sayo, Kaibigan.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this entry, I would like to share a quote, which was sent by a friend to me last night, that made me feel better and would &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuously comfort me everytime I will read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I asked God, "How do I get the best out of life?".. God answered, "Face your past without regret, handle your present with confidence, and prepare the future without fear." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111931909983255044?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111931909983255044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111931909983255044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111931909983255044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111931909983255044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/06/recalling-past-memories.html' title='Recalling Past Memories'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111707983848298000</id><published>2005-05-26T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:27:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community...</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I've been blessed last May 20,21 and 22.. The Singles Encounter #8 was held.. And here, I learned and experienced the Holy spirit..I felt God's loving presence.. May times na nafeel ko nakayakap Sya sakin.. Comforting me and my batch as we wept and took the burdens of the candidates..(pano nangyari yun? secret.. sali ka sa batch #9 for you to find out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops! hangang jan lang. Basta ang masasabi ko lang, what a weekend! Ganun pala 'yung feeling.. After a year of hardship, fund-raisings, late meetings, fun activities, there came the fruit of our labor.. kaya siguro sobrang madami yung times na nagkaiyakan.. syempre mamimis namin ang isa't isa.. But the journey didn't end there. Actually, it just started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa samin pa kung magpapaka-active pa kami.. But for me, I think I will continue my service with the Lord. Specially I had known Him better and had a divine intercession..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba talaga kung may community ka.. lots of friends, lots of encounter with God, lots of life-enriching blessings..and many more! That's why I'm glad that He called me to be a part of YAM(Young Adults Ministry).. Because of this community, I matured spiritually, grew with great faith and developed my love with others and to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo, what's your community? Kung wala pa, you are very welcome to us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/makydudap/YAMlogo.jpg" height=200 width=150&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111707983848298000?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111707983848298000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111707983848298000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111707983848298000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111707983848298000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/05/community.html' title='Community...'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111569227300328479</id><published>2005-05-10T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T10:31:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropa</title><content type='html'>Napaisip ako.. Alam ng karamihan na si Jesus ay isang normal na tao tulad natin - naglalakad, kumakain, natutulog, etc. Isang taong naghahanap ng kaibigan at makakausap. Like us, Jesus also commits sin yet asks for forgiveness. Pero bakit ang iba sobra kung katakutan sya. Hinde naman sa masama pero siguro may tamang 'treatment' for Him. Yes, Jesus is also a king, the right-hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...."eh ano ba ang point mo, Maky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para sa akin, mas mabuti siguro kung ituturing natin parang kabarkada/katropa si Jesus.  Ano sa tingin nyo? Siguro kewl yun, ano? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh pano ba gagawin un, ha?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simple lang, sa tuwing magdadasal ka, kausapin mo Sya na parang isang kaibigan.. Casual talk.. Kulitan na conversation.. 'Yung tipong lahat na ginagawa mo sa buhay ay ikukwento mo sa kanya.. Lahat ng kalokohan mo sa buhay.. Mga specific na kahilingan mo nasasabi mo din.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jesus alam lahat ng tungkol sakin, lahat ng hinanaing ko sa buhay, problema, frustrations, kasiyahan.. Name it! Alam nya lahat yan! Pati kapilyuhan ko.. "Jesus, may crush ako sa church pero hinde ko kayang sabihin kasi hinde ko sya kilala.. Isali nyo naman sya sa nalalapit na Singles Encounter #8 sa May 20,21&amp;22, 2005  kung talagang meant na maging friends kami.." Hahaha! Oh diba, nagplug pa ako. hehe.. :P Yan ang mga specific na dasal ko sa buhay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pa nga.. "Superfriend(endearment ko kay Jesus), naiinis ako kay ganito..kay ganyan..sana po ma-realize nya mali nya at sana alisin nyo tong nararamdaman kong galit para makapagusap kami ng maayos.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag naiinis naman ako kay daddy o kay mommy sa Kanya din ako nalapit.. "Jesus, alam ko may mali ako sa nangyari..patawad..pero sana malaman din nila ang kanilang pagkakamali. Kasalanan ko bang masaya ako at kumanta ako ng malakas sa buong bahay at nagising sila..? haha nakakatawa Lord pero seryoso ako.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ano sa tingin nyo? Ok naman ang ganyan diba.. hinde ganung kaseryoso pero matutuwa si Lord kung ganyan ang pakikitungo nyo sa Kanya. Pramis yan! Para sakin, parang mas genuine ung relationship kung super open ka kay Jesus..... diba, Superfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Makward! Oks yan, anak pare bro dude tsong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, kilala nyo kung cno nagsabi nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/makydudap/makyJesus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111569227300328479?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111569227300328479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111569227300328479' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111569227300328479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111569227300328479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/05/tropa.html' title='Tropa'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111380099553126578</id><published>2005-04-18T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T13:09:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, Thoughts and.. Thoughts Pa Din</title><content type='html'>"Maky, mukhang wala ka pang post nitong Abril ah.. lagyan mo naman kahit isa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kaboom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I'm back once again..I missed writing, missed sharing my thoughts, missed "blabbering" any kinds of idea. So here I am.. hehe! Iba talaga kapag buhay artista na este buhay nagtatrabaho. Busy. Para sa mga hinde nakaka-alam at hinde updated sa aking talambuhay, I'm a badminton freak already :p Pero one week na ata akong hinde naglalaro kasi nagkasakit ako :( Salbahe kayong germs at virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been reflecting a while ago, remembering the past events of my life, reminiscing, recalling all the blessings I have received from Him. Abay akalaing mong napakadami pala! hehe.. Thank God. Maybe because lately, pati sa Kanya nawalan ako ng time. I admit it. I didn't attend 2 fridays of praise and worship. But now I'm back! And I would be buried with loads of community work. Why? (Malapit na kami mag-sponsor ng Singles Encounter batch 8) Yey! We'd be recruitiong another batch of "godly", trying to be holy people, new brothers/sisters in Christ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and last saturday, I was in Laguna with employees of my uncle's companies and with family/relatives. Saya! Kahit my hika ako, langoy at videoke to the nth power. Haha! Kahit hinde ganun kaganda ang boses ko, wala ako care :p I'm just sharing my little talent to others :p haha.. (gagalit si Lord diba pag d mo shinare yung bigay nya sayo diba? So ayun.. kahit ayaw ng pamilya kong i-share ko ung talent ko. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin, I received lots and lots of life-enriching blessings from Him. I had my hard and busy times, got problems and yet I am here standing, being strong and still have my faith. Lord, salamat po ah? teka little prayer muna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me prays....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord God, please continue to use me as your instrument to spread the good news of You to others.. Please enlighten me, give me a loving, caring, understanding, patient heart so I could serve as a blessing to others. And may we praise you as one. Thank you for giving me this kind of life.  Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111380099553126578?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111380099553126578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111380099553126578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111380099553126578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111380099553126578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughts-thoughts-and-thoughts-pa-din.html' title='Thoughts, Thoughts and.. Thoughts Pa Din'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111102247787673262</id><published>2005-03-17T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:24:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ng Sablay</title><content type='html'>Oh pls.. pigilan nyo akong sumulat..hehe! Ngayon umaga, habang naghihintay ng trabaho, naisipan kong isa-alala ang mga nakaraan, mag-'reminisce' kumbaga. Sakto, pinatugtog 'yung kanta ng Sugarfree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip ako bigla, "Mac, hari ka din ba ng sablay?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminin natin, lahat tayo nagiging sablay sa iba't-ibang aspeto ng buhay. May sablay sa pag-ibig, sablay sa pag-aaral, sablay sa carreer, sablay sa pananampalataya, etc etc.. Malalim ang mensahe ng kanta, hinde po ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin, oo hari din ako ng sablay. Minsan inaakala kong perpekto nako. Pero may kasabihang "Nobody's perfect".. eh hinde nila alam ako si Nobody. (haha biro lang). Anyways, oo sablay nga ako pero naisip ko din na sa bawat pagkakamali o sablay, merong aral na napupulot. Ganun din ba sa inyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare oks lang magkamali basta sa susunod alam mo na ang dapat mong gawin. Humingi ka ng gabay sa Kanya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang linyang madalas kong sinasabi sa tuwing may lalapit sa'kin para humingi ng payo. Totoo naman eh, kung alam mong nagkamali ka, bumango ka at matuto mula dun sa pagkakamali. Kung sumablay ka ng pangalawang beses, ok lang siguro yun.. kung pangatlong beses, strike 3 and you're out! haha pero oks pa din. Basta bawat sablay, matuto ka. Dahan dahan yan, pare.. Hinde agad nakukuha sa unang sablay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mata ng Diyos, kahit ilang sablay ka pa, patuloy ka pa din Nyang papatawarin. Eh sa mata na iba, ganun din ba? Hinde siguro. Walang nabanggit na ganyan sa kanta pero meron dito sinabing 10 beses na mali, 1 lang ang tama. Maari? Oo! Eh ano naman ngayon? Atleast may tinama ka pa. Mula dun sa isa mong tama, subukan mong padamihin.. 2, 3, 4.. hangang sa maging 10/10.. Meaning kada isang sablay, meron ding isang tama. Balance lang, pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron din dito binanggit na ayaw na nyang magsorry.. Medjo mali. Bakit?  Kasi sa bawat mali natin sa buhay, dapat tayo humingi ng tawad sa Kanya (paniguradong mapapatawad ka nya as long as you are sincere..) at syempre dun sa taong naging sablay tayo. At dun sa linyang "ayaw ko ng magsisi..", tumpak! Wala ng sisihan.. Huwag mo nang sisihin sarili mo pag nagkamali, walang sisihan pag nagkamali ang isa. Tao eh, sadjang nagiging sablay paminsan. Ganun ang buhay. Madalas nagkakamali, nagkakasala, sumasablay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga taong sablay, mapa-dalas man o hinde, eto para sa inyo! *aprub*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please lang wag kang magulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung bigla akong magkalat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mula pa nung pagkabata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mistula nang tanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San-san nadadapa, san-san bumabangga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang puso kong kawawa, may pag-asa pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh, ayoko nang mag-sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sawa na ko mag sisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasensya ka na, mabilis lang ako mataranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako ang hari ng sablay, ako ang hari ng sablay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hinding-hindi makasabay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabay sa hangin ng aking buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari ng sablay, ako ang hari ng sablay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako ang hari, ako ang hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isang tama, sampung mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganyan ako pumili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di na mababawi ng puso kong sawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daig pa ang telenovela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung ako ay madrama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganyan ba talaga, guhit ng tadhana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh, ayoko nang mag-sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sawa na ko mag sisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasensya ka na, mabilis lang ako mataranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako ang hari ng sablay, ako ang hari ng sablay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hinding hindi makasabay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabay sa hangin ng aking buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari ng sablay, ako ang hari ng sablay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako ang hari, ako ang hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hari ng Sablay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, Sugarfree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111102247787673262?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111102247787673262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111102247787673262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111102247787673262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111102247787673262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/03/hari-ng-sablay.html' title='Hari Ng Sablay'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-111061840700932713</id><published>2005-03-12T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:06:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open, Honest Conversation</title><content type='html'>sweesh6 (2:17:34 PM): what was she asking?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:17:41 PM): if u wer single&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:19:34 PM): hahaha.. tell her 101% single &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:19:41 PM): but I'm attached.&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:19:54 PM): attached?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:20:00 PM): wat do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:20:16 PM): arent u seeing someone&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:20:29 PM): she told me she likes very honest person&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:20:40 PM): and she she jaz all need honesty&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:20:50 PM): hmmm yeah..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:20:58 PM): I'm seeing God. everyday.&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:21:06 PM): and I'm attached to Him &lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:11 PM): wow...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:12 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:18 PM): ill tell her bout dat&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:26 PM): i think she would like d idea...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:21:38 PM): you know what.. I'm trying to put Him above all things..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:21:47 PM): hey&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:21:49 PM): Rianne!&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:53 PM): yup?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:21:54 PM): do you really know the owner?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:21:56 PM): wat s it?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:22:01 PM): is she into Him too?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:22:02 PM): of course...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:22:11 PM): yeah.... she is&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:22:15 PM): coz u knoe wat&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:22:22 PM): shes been trough all...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:22:35 PM): it was pretty hard for her... since lasr year&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:22:46 PM): really?? &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:22:50 PM): can u tell me her story..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:22:54 PM): if that wud be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*privacy part* haha sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:30:48 PM): well we must learn from our mistakes, move on, and start anew&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:30:50 PM): ryt ryt?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:31:04 PM): i told her dat&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:31:15 PM): and i think she had changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:31:36 PM): many guys comes and ask her out&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:31:47 PM): uhuh.. and then?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:31:48 PM): but i dont think she wanna see anyone&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:32:24 PM): and...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:00 PM): and..&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:02 PM): hm.&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:33:03 PM): whats her view now with "boys" and "relationship"&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:04 PM): there!&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:23 PM): boys... dat guys arent the same...&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:33:27 PM): so do u think she dont wana see me also?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:31 PM): i mean all guys arent d same&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:33:33 PM): based on what u said..&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:33:53 PM): and relationships are to b treated well and needs a lot of thinking&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:34:18 PM): oh no...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:34:49 PM): coz mostly guys asking him out r not guys hu i think has d same intrest&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:34:56 PM): as u huv&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:01 PM): thats an excellent perspective  ganun naman talaga dapat e. inde minamadali..&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:35:13 PM): yup yup&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:16 PM): asking him? haha &lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:17 PM): &lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:35:26 PM): which is.. mostly guys r n a hurry for her&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:36 PM): oh yeah hurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part3:&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:37 PM): anyways&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:35:42 PM): can i tell a secret?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:35:49 PM): sure!&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:35:54 PM): it would b nice&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:36:08 PM): do u know whats the major ingredient of a profound and lasting relationship?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:36:30 PM): isnt it unconditional love?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:37:12 PM): trust?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:37:49 PM): nope.&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:37:55 PM): wat then?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:37:56 PM): nope still.&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:37:58 PM): ummm&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:37:59 PM): sirit?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:38:01 PM): she needs it so badly&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:38:04 PM): can u tell me?&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:38:08 PM): sirit kana??&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:38:44 PM): &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;its God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:38:47 PM): &lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:39:02 PM): well... yeah&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:39:09 PM): shes experiencing it a lot&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:39:14 PM): i think since birth&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:39:21 PM): coz shes kinda blessed and all&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:39:33 PM): but she didnt noticed dat&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:39:48 PM): yeah.. its not that easy to find that one.&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:40:05 PM): it will take time.. more and strong faith..&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:40:17 PM): you need also blessings from others who are into Him&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:40:41 PM): its so good to talk about Him, ryt?&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:40:41 PM): yeah...&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:40:46 PM): i understand dat&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:40:51 PM): yeah!&lt;br /&gt;sweesh6 (2:40:55 PM): in romantic love, its good to put God still in between&lt;br /&gt;barrameda_rianne (2:40:41 PM): i agree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned? Search your heart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-111061840700932713?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/111061840700932713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=111061840700932713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111061840700932713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/111061840700932713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/03/open-honest-conversation.html' title='An Open, Honest Conversation'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110843695255037508</id><published>2005-02-15T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:09:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation, Honors..There so many kinds of it..</title><content type='html'>Wahoooooooo! I'm back! Sobrang namiss ko mag-blog ah.. Sensya na mga kaibigan, Maky has been very busy.. Busy sa work, sa friendster, lalo na sa myspace..(haha kinareer ko na din ito kasi naisipan kong mangtrip and to meet new different people :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay sya nga pala, nasabi ko na ba sa inyo na malapit na 'yung pinaka-aasam-asam kong araw? 'Yung araw na pinaghirapan kong makamit? Eto ang araw na may maririnig kang "Deng..te ne ne nen..te nen..te ne ne ne nen.." (Di nyo gets? haha..) Eto 'yung araw na kodakan, kasama mga kabatch, klasmeyts, profs, admin at syempre mga magulang at pamilya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam na? Last clue, eto yung araw na tatangap ka ng diploma. Ang araw na puno ng galak at tears of joy. Ang Graduation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm ready to graduate this Feb. 19, come and see me! Mark Angelo B. Cacatian.. Suma CumLaude.. Hehe pangarap lang to :p Pero hinde lang naman yan ang maaring matangap kung ikaw ay gagradweyt na. At hinde lang sa kolehiyo/unibersidad ka maaaring GRUMADWEYT. Maraming bagay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga masasamang bisyo..grumadweyt kana jan, tsong! Ang sagwa naman siguro kung makakatangap ka ng Honorable Mention in Drug-trafficking or Drug-Using, diba? o di kaya Loyalty Awardee in Beer Drinking? Pede ding Most Outstanding Chain Smoker award and makukuha mo. Oks lang kung yan ang makuha mo paggrumadweyt kana atleast you're done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa paggastos ng sobra sobra.. gusto mo bang grumadweyt na may award na Shopaholic or Insignificant Spender of the Year? haha ang cool sobra nyan pero dapat alam mo pano gastusin ang pera. Mahirap na kaya ang buhay ngayon. *calling Madam President*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa paghahanap ng boyfriend/girlfriend.. kewl siguro kung makatangap ka ng Lover of the Month pero hinde nyo ba alam na maaari ka ding mabangsagan na Most Desperate Love-Seeker? hehe.. ang love, hinde hinahanap yan. Believe in cliche that says 'Love will knock at your door the least you expect it'. Antay lang kaibigan. Mabait naman si Lord eh. Just hand Him the pen of your lovelife and I assure you that He would write it the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagrereklamo sa mga bagay.. hehe.. "Pare, balita ko grumadweyt kana daw na may honor ah, 'yung "Annoying Wincer of the Year?" gusto mo ba yan ang isasalubong sayo? Hinde malamang. Sa buhay, marami talagang trials..madaming problems and pains.. God knows the you would get thru. In the first place, He will not give a burden which He knows you can't bare, ryt? Kaya tuloy ang ligaya! Ngitian mo lang lahat yan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pano, kitakits na lang sa Feb. 19 8-11 am @ PICC Plenary Hall. Yahooooooo! Godbless and congratulations to all the graduates! *thank you thank you* hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110843695255037508?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110843695255037508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110843695255037508' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110843695255037508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110843695255037508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/02/graduation-honorsthere-so-many-kinds.html' title='Graduation, Honors..There so many kinds of it..'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110697657532778284</id><published>2005-01-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:30:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to God</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I would like to share this prayer - a solemn prayer. Actually for me it's like a casual conversation with God. :)&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this will bless you as it blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello God&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I called tonight&lt;br /&gt;To talk a little while&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend who'll listen&lt;br /&gt;To my anxiety and trial.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I can't quite make it&lt;br /&gt;Through a day just on my own...&lt;br /&gt;I need your love to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you please to keep&lt;br /&gt;My family safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill their lives with confidence&lt;br /&gt;For whatever fate they're bound.&lt;br /&gt;Give me faith, dear God, to face&lt;br /&gt;Each hour throughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;And not to worry over things&lt;br /&gt;I can't change in any way.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you God for being home&lt;br /&gt;And listening to my call,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me such good advice&lt;br /&gt;When I stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;Your number, God, is the only one&lt;br /&gt;That answers every time.&lt;br /&gt;I never get a busy signal,&lt;br /&gt;Never had to pay a dime.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, God, for listening&lt;br /&gt;To my troubles and my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, God, I love You too,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll call again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will be our walk..........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.makydudap.multiply.com/image/1/photos/8/1200x120/1.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110697657532778284?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110697657532778284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110697657532778284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110697657532778284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110697657532778284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/01/thanks-to-god.html' title='Thanks to God'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110611114703670707</id><published>2005-01-19T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:07:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viscious Cycle</title><content type='html'>Ako: "Pare, ano kaya magandang topic ang pedeng ilagay sa blog ko?&lt;br /&gt;Raf: "Work. Preschool Elementary Highschool College Work Family. Kung ganyan ba talaga ang proseso"&lt;br /&gt;Ako: "Ayan salamat pare! oks yan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawang isipin, karamihan sa aming barkada ay nagtatrabaho na. Ang bilis lumipasng panahon, anoh? Kelan lang, bulinggit pa tayo. Uso pa nun yung "Teacher! teacher,alam ko pa ang sagot!" Halos lahat tayo sabay sabay sumasagot. Ito yung panahong napaka-aga nating gumising kasi dadating na ang school bus (kasama na dito yung tantrums kasi ayaw mo pang gumising! hehe). Madalas tayong nasesermonan ng ating mga magulang kasi mas gusto natin maglaro, makipaglaro sa kapitbahay. Pero syempre, nariyan ang magulang natin para gumabay sa ating pagaaral. Gusto kasi nila puro "Excellent" at "Very Satisfactory" ang ating mga grado. Wala pa tayong iniisip ng ganitong panahon kundi Batibot, G.I. Joe, Marvel, Transformers, Sesame Street, etc. Eto ang Preschoool at Elementary days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkalipas ng ilang panahon, panibagong level na naman ng buhay. Nagkaroon ng panibagong kaibigan at nabuo ang barkada. Natuto kana din manligaw(tuli na eh! haha)&lt;br /&gt;at magpaligaw (at syempre may dalaw kana :p). Dito nangyari yung cutting classes, bumagsak o pagtanggap ng honor, mini-gimik sa mall. Natuto kana din magrebelde sa teacher at madalas asa guidance center o prefect of students office.(haha pasaway ka kasi!). Dito kahit papano, hinde mo na hinahanap ang laruan kundi pamporma at panlakwatsa. Uso na dito ang billiards, tambay sa kanto, inuman ng onti, Magic the Gathering at ang Internet. Naganap ang junior-senior prom at ang pinakabonggang graduation ball. Eto ang Highschool days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkawatak watak na kayo ng mga kabarkada mo sapagkat iba't-ibang unibersidad at&lt;br /&gt;kolehiyo ang inyong pinasukan. Nagkaroon ng new set of friends. Natuto na kayong &lt;br /&gt;uminom hangang umagahin, mas napadalas ang paglalakwatsa at pagsha-shopping. Hinde na "teacher" ang nagtuturo at nangangaral sa inyo kundi "mam" at "sir". Tinuring na&lt;br /&gt;kayong young adults. Napadalas ang puyatan dahil sa quizzes at midterm exams. Mas napadalas ang paghinge ng pera sa magulang dahil gastusing pang-"eskwelahan" kuno pero sa date ginagamit at inuman. Halos nasunog ang kilay dahil sa mga feasibility studies, final project at thesis. Dito, natuto kang magmahal at manakit. Eto ang College days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ngayong tapos kana sa pag-aaral, ano ang susunod? Syempre ang maghanap-buhay. San ka kukuha ng pang-gastos? Kay Mommy? Kay Daddy? (mahiya ka naman, pare..) Pero syempre para dun sa mayayaman, d na kelangan hanggat sila mismo ang may gusto magtrabaho. Eto na 'yung stage na magiging independent na talaga tayo 100%. Pero &lt;br /&gt;habang wala pang trabaho, maaaring humingi ka muna sa magulang mo pero huwag syempreng abusuhin. Habang walang trabaho, marami ka namang pedeng gawin tulad ng &lt;br /&gt;pagbabasa, maghanap ng business o kahit anong bagay na sa tingin mong magiging produktibo ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabilis ang takbo ng panahon, kasabay ng Work ay 'yung pagpaplano mo para magkaroon ng magandang pamilya. Ganito ang buhay.. Tuloy tuloy.. Viscious cycle kumbaga.. Si Lord ang nagplano nyang lahat. Lahat dadaan sa ganitong proseso. Lahat maghihirap at &lt;br /&gt;syempre nasa huli ang saya at tagumpay. Trabaho na! Kilos na! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110611114703670707?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110611114703670707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110611114703670707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110611114703670707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110611114703670707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/01/viscious-cycle.html' title='Viscious Cycle'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110540010968221996</id><published>2005-01-11T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:37:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Hinde Mo Subukan? (part 2)</title><content type='html'>O kay ganda na aking gising. Eh pano ba naman, maaga din kasi ako nakatulog! Thank God at hinde ako binisita ni Insomnia kagabi kaya ayun.. Mejo pupungat-pungat(parang aantok antok) pa ako habang ginagawa ko ito. "Lord maraming salamat at nagising ako at binigyan ng panibagong umaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lord talaga napakabait at minsan palabiro.. May mga pagsubok na binibigay at pag naisip mo, mangingiti o matatawa kana lang.. At sadjang mabait si Lord sapagkat mapansin mo man o hinde, nilulunod ka Nya ng "life-enriching" blessings. *mag-reflect ka muna at alamin mo ang mga biyayang ito*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tungkol san nga pala itong entry na ito? Ahh! It's all about the blessing from Him that you need to utilize to the fullest. Mga bagay na pede mong gawin habang hinde pa huli ang lahat (lalo na kung bored ka at walang magawa). Wag ka mag-alala, ginagabayan ka Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelan lang, nakipag-away ka o may naka-away/nagalit sayo. Kahit hinde mo kasalanan, bakit hinde mo subukan maunang humingi ng patawad? Kalimutan ang "pride" at magpakumbaba, diba? Hinde pa huli ang lahat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelan lang, nakabili ka ng kagamitan (damit, gadget, sapatos, etc) pero hinde mo naman ito nagagamit.. o di kaya nagsawa kana.. Bakit d mo subukang ipamigay na lang para mapakinabangan naman ng iba? O di kaya ibenta mo, diba? Siguro naman madami ka nito at for sure mabait si Lord at bibigyan ka Nya in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cd? Vcd? Dvd? nako! tambak ang ganito mo sa kwarto! Bakit hinde mo subukan pakinggan uli yung mga audio cd mo? Mag-reminisce ka paminsan, nakakagaan ng pakiradam din yun. Panoorin mo uli ung mga vcd/dvd movies mo. Pampalipas oras din yan. At sa bawat pelikula, may lesson to be learned, diba? Go! (ps: wag lang 'yung porn ha. lam mo na baka mahuli ka ni Mommy o ni Daddy..at si Lord nakatingin! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matatagal na din mula nung huling sumulat ka ng love letter o di kaya friendly letter? Kung baduy na para sayo yan ngayon, aba nagkakamali ka.. Hinde mo lang alam kung gaano ang ikasisiya ng taong makakatanggap nyan. Baka umabot pa ngiti hangang batok! haha! Sulat ha, hinde i-type sa Ms Word. hehe.. Iba pa din pag sulat kamay :) Bakit hinde mo subukan diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto since wala kang magawa.. Hinde mo ba alam na blessing din ang walis tambo/tingting at dustpan? Mas magiging blessing yan pag pinagsama mo at ginamit! Para san? syempre sa bahay. Bakit hinde mo subukan na maglinis ng kwarto o buong bahay nyo? (kung paraiso bahay nyo, aba sisihin mo magulang mo at mayaman kayo masyado..haha biro lang!) Subukan mo ngayon wag umaso sa katulong at magbanat ng buto! Ehersisyo na din yan, diba? :) Gudluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami pedeng gawin, ano? Huwag kang tamarin,pls lang.. hehe. Minsan lang yan. O nga pala, bilang panapos ko sa entry na ito. Bakit hinde mo pala subukang magmahal ng walang reklamo? Minsan lang, mahirap pero kaya. Basta hinge ka lang ng gabay kay Lord. Hinde pa huli ang lahat :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110540010968221996?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110540010968221996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110540010968221996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110540010968221996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110540010968221996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2005/01/bakit-hinde-mo-subukan-part-2.html' title='Bakit Hinde Mo Subukan? (part 2)'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110456161809003143</id><published>2005-01-01T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:44:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year *arf arf*</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! Una sa lahat, maligaya at manigong bagong taon sa inyong lahat! 2005 na! Hehe.. O kay bilis naglaho ng 2004.. pansin mo? Wala lang, madaming pangyayari at tao na naman ang ating makakasalamuha ngayong bagong taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hinde tungkol sa 2005 ang aking paksa sa entry na ito. Sirit? Mamaya na.. hehe.. kasi ganito yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing magbabagong taon, lahat tayo nagiging aktibo, lahat naghahanda - bumibili ng paputok, nagluluto ng masasarap na pagkain (oh i love lasagna! singit lang hehe), nagpapakasaya, kumakanta at kung ano ano pang gawaing pangkasiyahan.. samantalang yung iba naman ay nalulungkot, may problema, kumukunot ang noo, umiiyak.. kakalungkot anoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero habang "busy" ang aking buong pamilya, hinde ko namalayan asa labas pala ako ng bahay (hinde labas ng gate ah), nakikipaglaro sa aming aso.. tapos bigla kong naisip at naitanong ko sa sarili..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pano kayo naghahanda ang mga aso ng kanilang bagong taon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano kaya..? Eh kung mag-isa lang sila sa isang tahanan? walang kasama..siguro malungkot din sila anoh? Pano kaya sila naghahanda? Eh diba parang tao din ang aso? Hay.. Buti na lang merong amo na katulad namin ang aming alaga.. Kasi kahit hinde bagong taon, araw-araw na bagong taon ang idinidiwang na aming alaga sa aming bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko nasabi yun? Sapagkat itinuturing din namin sya bilang isang kapamilya at kapuso. (hehe corny amp) Pero totoo. Binibigyan namin ng tamang pagkain, pinapaliguan isang beses sa isang linggo. Linalaro din namin sya at pinapasyal sa labas  ng bahay. Pero hinde pasyal, hinahayaan pala namin. Haha kasi malaki na sya. :) At higit sa lahat, lagi namin syang kinakausap para hinde naman sya mabored o malungkot habang binabantayan nya kami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun din ba kayo sa inyong mga alaga? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sayo, Putots(pangalan ng aming doggie :), maligayang taon! We labyu! :D (sayang wala syang letrato..to follow na lang :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110456161809003143?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110456161809003143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110456161809003143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110456161809003143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110456161809003143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year-arf-arf.html' title='Happy New Year *arf arf*'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110421520041749787</id><published>2004-12-28T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:40:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Title (Pero May Laman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;ummm.. bigla ko na lang naisipan na gumawa ng tula.. &lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since I last wrote one.. hehe! &lt;br /&gt;Kaya pagpasensyahan nyo na kung korny..pero para sakin.. It raks! hehe ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.. this for you my star, my special frend.. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron akong nakilalang babae, Aica ang pangalan&lt;br /&gt;Akoy's napahiyaw at napa-wow, kala ko si Paraluman&lt;br /&gt;Hinde sya ordinaryo, hinde lang basta pandesal&lt;br /&gt;Kumpara sa siopao, sya ay bolabola espesyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas masarap syang panoorin kesa sa Eat Bulaga&lt;br /&gt;Habang siya a ngumingiti at napapaligaya..&lt;br /&gt;Mas masarap pakinggan ang mga tawa nya&lt;br /&gt;Kaysa sa mga patawa nina Dolphy at Long Mejia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung si Dan Brown ay nakapag-lathala ng "DaVinci Code"&lt;br /&gt;Ang isusulat ko naman ay "How To Travel Aica's Road"&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat siya'y hinde basta babae na madaling makamtam&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin siya ay Beegees' "More than a woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron ngang kantang para sa mga nalilito&lt;br /&gt;"Si Aida o si Lorno o si Fe" ang titulo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung babaguhin ko 'tong titulo ng kanta&lt;br /&gt;Mas ok siguro kung "Si Aica o si Aica o si Aica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang Mcdonald's ay nagsasabing "Love ko 'to!"&lt;br /&gt;And sigaw naman ng aking puso ay "Aica ko!"&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang Jollibee ay sadjang langhap sarap&lt;br /&gt;Si Aica naman ay syang tanging pangarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensahe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Diyos aking Panginoon ako'y patnubayan,&lt;br /&gt;Be my Rexona, pls don't let me down..&lt;br /&gt;Kung siya'y isang instrumento ninyo para ako'y turuan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag gawing Barbie and aking buhay na pedeng paglaruan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ko man sya madaan sa bango ng aking soap&lt;br /&gt;Siya pa din ang kanta ni Mandymoore, aking "Only Hope"&lt;br /&gt;Sakaling ako'y mareject, for me it's no harm done&lt;br /&gt;Siya pa din ang aking Nido, my world's number one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110421520041749787?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110421520041749787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110421520041749787' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110421520041749787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110421520041749787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/12/walang-title-pero-may-laman_27.html' title='Walang Title (Pero May Laman)'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110368762364341912</id><published>2004-12-22T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:53:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Counted Blessing</title><content type='html'>Whew! I’ve missed putting my thoughts in here. I’ve always said these to my friends and to my love ones for the past days. Well, here it goes. What would be my topic now? Hmm.. This is what I’ve been thinking about after the long time of having no posts. Sorry guys! Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve though of thanking God for all the wonderful and life-enriching blessings I received starting from December 7. Yes I remembered that date. How could I forget it when it’s really memorable. Why o why? Well, that day we passed our thesis defense. And it was really nerve-breaking incident. Our shedule was by 6:30 pm and we arrived in school by 7:30. So what we did was to ask for forgiveness and begged the panelist to allow us to take the defense. Thank God ‘cause they did allow us but we have to find another panelist…and so we did. And the person we found was one of the kindest professor in our school. One counted blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing our defense, we have to do our revisions in order to complete everything. Due date was last December 14 – a week after the defense. It’s a mandatory procedure to pass all finished revisions a week after the defense in order to complete the course. We did a lot of revisions. It included “puyatan”. Hehe! And we did complete this diminutive agony. Came with this, I have to pass my remaining subjects. Thank Him again ‘cause I went through. It’s time for me to graduate. One counted blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday passed by, and it was really special for me. Well, I just did realize minutes ago. I celebrated it in our province (Tarlac) because our family went to attend a wedding of my cousin. My day was sort of “nasapawan” kasi nga wedding un, diba? But I felt special due to many have called and texted just to greet (thank you peeps! Hehe) and I went straight to my high school barkada’s pre-Christmas party. Of course, they greeted and welcomed me so warmly even though I was late. One counted blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20 was also memorable. I’ve been with my special friend Aica for the first time, in flesh since we first met and knew each other in cyber space. Whew, it was like I saw an angel. I’m not exaggerating here. It’s totally true that’s why I’m so in high spirits albeit we spend just few hours together. And as what I told her, being happy because I was with her is an understatement. Oh yes, another one counted blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grateful to God is not enough for me to repay all those blessings he showered and I would continuously receive for the rest of my life. My faith was strengthen again. My desire to be with Him someday grew big time. What a joyous birthday I had and what a merry Christmas I would celebrate. Thank you Lord for everything. I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110368762364341912?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110368762364341912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110368762364341912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110368762364341912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110368762364341912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-counted-blessing.html' title='One Counted Blessing'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110152355743723545</id><published>2004-11-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T10:45:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give love on Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>I haven’t employed my thoughts here for couple weeks I guess and damn right I miss it. Well, I’ve been very busy in my thesis and got no time for this. Sometimes you need to charge for a long time to start anew with all enthusiasm. Also, maybe God has whispered to me to write again. Thanks to you my Bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realized that Christmas is fast approaching, blowing cool breeze little by little, shouting with care saying “Hey, time for you to prepare and be merry!” I could feel that Christmas slowly enters my heart reminding me to save my very self for others – to reach out. Oh yes, to reach is something significant for me despite having these barriers to celebrate this season with all joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God let me pass this thesis so I could be done in school. Let this my last term. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, celebrating Christmas is just not by squeezing yourself into crowded malls or bazaars just to buy gifts or just simply be merry. I commit myself to the Lord by renewing myself and reaching out to “others” – share what I have in excess, either the material things I possess or the love and time. Yes, I’m full of love and time contrary to my busy itinerary. It’s time to give you an idea about the real meaning of Christmas. Here are the things in my list for this nearing blissful season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sort cabinet; gather clothes that I don’t wear anymore and share to others&lt;br /&gt;-Clean my room; collect things that I don’t use anymore and share to others&lt;br /&gt;-Participate in outreach that is being held by our community&lt;br /&gt;-Patch things up with those whom I have offended&lt;br /&gt;-Make confession&lt;br /&gt;-Visit the garden; talk to the plants and flowers then caress them with water.&lt;br /&gt;-Bathe our wonderful bantay and take a walk outside with him.&lt;br /&gt;-Exercise a lot and have a meaningful diet.&lt;br /&gt;-Be nice or be nice&lt;br /&gt;-Decorate our home with love and laughter&lt;br /&gt;-Garnish my friends and relatives with endless affection and care.&lt;br /&gt;-Always have a breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hard and busy, right? Why don’t you try and give the real meaning of love on Christmas day to yourself, to “others” and to God? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110152355743723545?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110152355743723545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110152355743723545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110152355743723545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110152355743723545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/11/give-love-on-christmas-day.html' title='Give love on Christmas Day'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-110035251742497837</id><published>2004-11-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:32:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emil at Sol</title><content type='html'>Tagpuan: Bahay, kwarto ni Pido&lt;br /&gt;: alas - 7 ng umaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: "Pidooooooo! Gumising kana diyan, bruho ka! May pasok kapa!"&lt;br /&gt;Pido: "Ang aga-aga pa `mi!" (pupungat-pungat at may asim ang mukha)&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: ""Anong maaga pa? Tignan mo nga ang relo mo!"&lt;br /&gt;Pido: "Wala akong relo, `mi! Bili nyo ako..."&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: "Diyan ka magaling! Puro ka pabili! Ang dami na nating gastusin! Matuto kang magtipid! Bumangon kana diyan at baka makatikim ka sakin. Pede kang mamili sa kurot ko o sa sinturon ng daddy mo!"&lt;br /&gt;Pido: (bumubulong) "Walanjo naman talaga oh, tinatamad akong pumasok eh! Masarap humiga at matulog.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagpuan 2: Hapag-kainan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay: "Iho, san ka na naman ba galing kagabi? Kaya ka hinde magising-gising kasi nagpupuyat ka. Masama na `yan ha.."&lt;br /&gt;Pido: "`Di, diyan lang ho sa barkada ko. Bonding lang tapos onting inuman."&lt;br /&gt;Tatay: "Mukhang napapadalas na inuman ninyo ah. Magpahinga naman kayo! Saka hinde din maganda `yan sa katawan pagtagal."&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: "Ok lang sana `yan kung hinde lang kayo masyadong inuumaga. Eh halos maabutan mo na ang pagtilaok ng manok kung makauwi ka."&lt;br /&gt;Pido: (gustong-gusto nang dumahilan at sumagot pero minabuti na niyang tumahimik at bumulong na lang sa sarili) "Ke aga-aga, napagsabihan na naman ako! Walastik!"&lt;br /&gt;Tatay: "Anong binubulong-bulong mo diyan?"&lt;br /&gt;Pido: "Wala po. Pasensya na po at hinde na mauulit.." (may pagkayamot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago pa makaalis ng bahay si Pido, nakaranig pa siya ng 'goodbye message' sa kanyang nanay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: "Anak, tandaan mo, hinde ka namin pinapaaral para magbulakbol kundi para matuto at makata&lt;br /&gt;pos. Hinde masama ang makipag-barkada o magbulakbol basta ilagay mo lang sa lugar. Kapag pinagsasabihan ka, `wag ka lang makinig. Kapag pumasok sa isang tenga, hinde dapat lalabas sa isa na kadalasan na ginagawa ng karamihan ng kabataan kapag pinapangaralan ng magulang. Balang araw ay pasasalamatan mo din kami ng daddy mo. Balang araw ay magiging magulang ka din. Para sa'yo lahat ng ito kaya gusto namin na lumaki kang mabuting tao at magkaroon ng matiwasay na pamumuhay at kinabukasan. Ganyan ka namin kamahal, anak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiyak na lang si Pido, yumakap sa kanyang nanay at pumasok na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wakas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..malamang ang iba sa inyo ay nakaranas na ng ganitong sitwasyon - napagsabihan, nasermonan, napagalitan, nabungangaan, napangaralan. Iilan lang ang magulang na ganyan - may paki-alam. `Yung iba nga, wala ng pakialam at naging pabaya na lang. `Yung iba naman masyadong ini-'spoil' ang kanilang mga anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na din sa atin ang nainis, nagtampo, nagalit, nagreklamo, naglayas at worst naging miserable ang buhay sapagkat napagsabihan. Hep hep hep! Magisip ka muna saglit, kaibigan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang hangad ang isang magulang sa kanyang anak kundi ang magandang kinabukasan. At kung sa tingin mo ganito ang gustong mangyari sa'yo ng magulang mo, tanggapin mo ang kanyang pangaral. Isang masinsinang paguusap ang kailangan para maibahagi mo nang maayos ang iyong saloobin at 'concerns'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ako, masaya at maswerte ako sapagkat mayroon akong Emil at Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.myspace.com/00031/45/83/31763854_m.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-110035251742497837?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/110035251742497837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=110035251742497837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110035251742497837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/110035251742497837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/11/emil-at-sol.html' title='Emil at Sol'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109954109215564646</id><published>2004-11-04T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:34:39.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makisama Ka!</title><content type='html'>It’s funny to take notice that in every day of our lives we would meet different people possessing different character and attitude. Neither all their traits would suit our being, nor fit in our nerves. Some would just exasperate us badly that we rather choose to walk out instead of pretending to be nice. But what should we do then? Let’s look on the positive side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makisama ka! (tap on the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this humanitarian act, you might be surprised that this certain person would confide all of his/her problems even the deepest, darkest secrets. (E.g. how to win a lotto, how to cook the most exotic dishes, how to catch a fly with 2 fingers, etc) You might learn something from it, agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pakikisama ay isang lebel kung saan makikilala mo ng mabuti ang isang tao. “Getting-to-each-other” stage po ku&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you might win his/her heart; discover things that this particular person longingly wants to share with somebody. Well one must get rid of his pride in order to fully know what this act really mean. In addition, when you say that marunong kang makisama, you don’t have to be choosy on the person na gusto mong pakisamahan. Pwede ka sa lahat ng klaseng tao. Flexible to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinde ka makikisama kasi napilitan ka lang. Kaya mo ginagawa ito kasi ito ang naramdaman mo at sa tingin mong makakabuti. For a change, pare! Pero sa pakikisama, may ‘golden rule’ – You can’t please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109954109215564646?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109954109215564646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109954109215564646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109954109215564646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109954109215564646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/11/makisama-ka.html' title='Makisama Ka!'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109902093188808767</id><published>2004-10-29T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:35:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your "Index Cards" in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey peeps, don't you know that all things you'd done here in Earth are listed up there? Here's an excerpt from one of Joshua Harris' books. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched ," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109902093188808767?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109902093188808767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109902093188808767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109902093188808767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109902093188808767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-index-cards-in-heaven.html' title='Your &quot;Index Cards&quot; in Heaven'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109808578101436699</id><published>2004-10-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:37:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Christmas</title><content type='html'>Another weekend has gone by.. *whew* iba talaga ang feeling na after tedious and tiring weekdays of school/office work, may weekend ka for friends and family.. Agree? Kaya dapat sulitin mo na ang weekend! Hehe.. Right now, wala pang work na&lt;br /&gt;in-a-assign ang aking mga boss. So I have time for reflection. (super holy ba? hinde naman..if you're with me or the same with my perspective of having a Godly life, then you'll feel this way also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to come up with a nice blog today so I just let my fingers and thoughts do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko, lapit na pala mag-Pasko ano.. Hmmm.. Panahon na naman para mag-isip ng mga taong reregaluhan..mga dapat bilhin..regalo sa sarili.. Hay bat panay regalo na lang. Pero sabagay wala namang masama sa pagreregalo eh..Ika nga, "its better to give than to receive.." Pero hinde lang "regaluhan" ang thema ng Pasko diba? Para sakin, simpleng kainan kasama ang minamahal.. mag-kape sa Starbuxs kasama ang kaibigan o kasintahan.. Pumasyal sa isang magandang tanawin.. Magtampisaw at humiga sa buhangin habang nakatingin sa langit na puno ng bituin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to sum up what we simply want for Xmas is this song by Jose Mari Chan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My idea of a perfect Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is to spend it with you&lt;br /&gt;In a party or dinner for two&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere would do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Celebrating the yuletide season&lt;br /&gt;Always lights up our lives&lt;br /&gt;Simple pleasures are made special too&lt;br /&gt;When their shared with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through some old photographs&lt;br /&gt;Faces of friends we'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;Watching busy shoppers rushing about&lt;br /&gt;In the cool breeze of December&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling lights all over town&lt;br /&gt;Children's carols in the air&lt;br /&gt;By the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;A shower of stardust on your hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of a better Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Than my wish coming true&lt;br /&gt;And my wish is you'd let me spend my whole life with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it simple yet sweet? Hehe.. wala lang. Another senti but nevertheless happy thought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109808578101436699?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109808578101436699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109808578101436699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109808578101436699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109808578101436699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/perfect-christmas.html' title='Perfect Christmas'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109780658507680882</id><published>2004-10-15T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:16:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is None Like You</title><content type='html'>Hay napapasenti na naman ako pero take note, senti in a peaceful way.. Maybe it's because I am overwhelmed by God's grace. Napaisip ako na, "wow, I'm so lucky kasi I have this kind of life compared to others..Siguro wala nakong hihilingin pa." My point is that we shouldn't whince at things which we cannot have, things that do not really belong or meant for us. Just be thankful because we have more blessings than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa kaiisip ko, naalala ko 'yung song na narinig ko sa simbahan. And this I would like to share it with you.. If you want, find this song at baka-"senti" din kayo tulad ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy flows like a river wide&lt;br /&gt;And healing comes from&lt;br /&gt;Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Suffering childer are safe in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do&lt;br /&gt;I could search for all eternity long and find&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics pa lang yan, paano pa kaya kung marinig mo? For me, the song says it all what i really feel about Him.. "Hay thank God 'cause your always there even i can't see you yet I feel you.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109780658507680882?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109780658507680882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109780658507680882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109780658507680882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109780658507680882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/there-is-none-like-you.html' title='There Is None Like You'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109754713906132719</id><published>2004-10-12T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:12:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamusta Ka Na?</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. Eto na naman ako.. Nababaliw.. Kung ano-ano ang iniisip.. Hinde na naman mapakali.. Ikaw na naman ang iniisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta kana ba..Mukang masyado kang abala sa pag-aaral ah. Masyado ka ng nagsusunog ng kilay. Bakit panay libro, reviewers, hand-outs ang hawak mo? Tignan mo nga ichura mo, lalim na eyebugs mo, hagard na hard kana.. Hinde ko sinasabing mag-aral ka ng mabuti pero sana'y wag mokong kalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala mo pa ba nung panahong lagi mo akong inaayusan? Madalas mo akong pinagmamalaki kasi super presentable ako! Eh ba't ngayon tila napabayaan mo na ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta kana ba..Paguwi mo ng bahay, trabaho pa din? Hinde ba dapat sa opisina lang ginagawa ang mga yan? Kaya nga "office work" ang tawag eh at hinde "home work". Bakit panay 'business' ang nasa utak mo? Panay pagpapayaman? Tama ba ako? Balikan mo naman ako! Miss na kita eh. Dahil sayo, feel ko stress na stress na ichura ko. Kelangan ko ng stress tabs, pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala mo pa ba noong nag-aaral kapa? Panay ang ayos mo sakin. Minu-minuto mo akong pinopormahan. Palibasa may panahon ka pa sa'kin! Tapos ayaw mo akong mapahiya sa mga kaibigan mo. Kasi gusto mo lagi akong mahalimuyak tulad ng isang bulaklak kaya panay pabango mo sakin, gusto mo wala akong pimple. Gusto mo sexy pa din ako.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta kana ba..Aba nga naman, mukang busy kana sa minamahal mo ah! Wala kana bang panahon sakin? Ngayon naman, siya na ang kinakareer mo. Eh pano nako? Sige ka, hinde ka nya magugustuhan kung kakalimutan moko! Sensya na ang drama ko ah.. Miss na kasi kita eh. Mabuti sana kung pati ako inaalagaan mo, eh hinde na eh, sa kanya kana lang palagi.. Pano na ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nakukulitan kana sakin noh? Oo paminsan demanding ako, minsan nakakairita. Kelangan ko din na panahon mo eh. Masyado kang abala sa ibang bagay at nababale-wala mo na ako. Sige ka! Ikaw din ang magsisise sa huli. Baka mabaliw ka nyan! Haha.. Mukha na ba akong tanga? O sige, paalam muna ah. Wag mo sana akong kalimutan. Paalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ay teka! Nakalimutan ko pala sabihin sa'yo pangalan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarili Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109754713906132719?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109754713906132719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109754713906132719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109754713906132719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109754713906132719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/kamusta-ka-na.html' title='Kamusta Ka Na?'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109719948004711569</id><published>2004-10-08T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:59:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple or Orange..or Buko? (part 2)</title><content type='html'>so sabihin nating nakapili kana.. pinili mo si "apple".. naging close kayo, araw araw na usap, walang kamatayang text, holding hands dito at doon (pssp).. nakilala mo ibang friends nya.. nakilala mo din family nya.. ang saya `di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa hinde inaasahang pangyayari, sa isang lugar na hinde mo akalaing makakasalubong ang iyong "ex".. sabihin nating nagkita nga kayo, may kasama syang iba (hinde nya ito kamag-anak, kaibigan, ka-opisina, kaklase.. alam na?) at pinakilala nya ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ui *pangalan mo*! kamusta kana?! O nga pala, meet my GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND, *name ng kasama*.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kaboom! Sudden rush of past feelings..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So napa-smile kana lang..at medjo kumirot ang iyong puso.. mahal mo pa ATA sya.. Masakit hinde ba? At ngayon, ikaw ay nasa dilemma.. Sino kaya naman ang iyong pipiliin ngayon pagkatapos mong mapili si "apple" kesa kay "orange"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa'kin si "buko"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.nl/katutubo/images/phil/buko.JPG" height=250 width=200&gt;&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/8478264-109719948004711569?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109719948004711569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109719948004711569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109719948004711569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109719948004711569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/apple-or-orangeor-buko-part-2.html' title='Apple or Orange..or Buko? (part 2)'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109704311170387187</id><published>2004-10-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:11:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is C-O-U-R-T-S-H-I-P?</title><content type='html'>Just a thought I would like to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It's &lt;span&gt;a dating &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;friendship plus possibility&lt;/span&gt;.. It's &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;romance chaperoned by wisdom&lt;/span&gt;. It's not without risk, it's simply &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a way to be careful with the other person's heart&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;opening up our lives together to God's joyful best&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from the book "&lt;em&gt;Boy Meets Girl&lt;/em&gt;" by Joshua Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, live with that thought. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109704311170387187?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109704311170387187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109704311170387187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109704311170387187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109704311170387187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-is-c-o-u-r-t-s-h-i-p.html' title='What is C-O-U-R-T-S-H-I-P?'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109702710489051552</id><published>2004-10-06T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:51:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Hinde Mo Subukan?</title><content type='html'>Hayyy nakakabato na naman.. Kain tulog trabaho kain tulog aral at sa huli Bored. Siguro nararanasan mo din ang ganyang pakiramdam.. At minsan eh maiinis ka na lang at parang gusto mong mawala. *..Biglang nauntog* Kaboom! "Sakit nun ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may biglang bumulong sakin.."Marami ka pang pedeng gawin, hinde lang tumunganga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namulat ako sa katotohanan..at ito ang aking natuklasan..Mga bagay na pedeng gawin kung ikaw ay nababato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang makipaglaro sa iyong nakababatang kapatid? Siguro kelangan nya ng kalinga mo paminsan minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo din subukang makipag-"reconcile" sa childhood friends mo na matagal mo ng hinde nakakausap o nakaka-"bonding"? Siguro naman miss ka na din nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang gumimik o mamasyal kasama ang iyong kamag-anak, ang iyong mga pinsan o di kaya ang iyong lolo't lola? Siguro naman hinihintay ka lang na ikaw ang maunang magyaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang magbasa ng mga libro? "Knowledge is Power" ika nga ni Ernie Barong. (Subukan mong bumisita sa Powerbooks para malaman mo kung ano ang latest at bestsellers ngayon.) Siguro naman may mapupulot kang aral sa mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang maghanap ng uod, tutubi, cocoon, paru-paro o kahit ano pang garden insects? Mejo weird nga lang pero there's a thrill doing these. Siguro naman mas ok to kesa sa mabato ka o maghanap ng sakit sa katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo din subukang kumain ng exotic foods tulad ng isaw, kwek-kwek, bopis? Sa tingin mo kadiri lang at madumi pero sana madami ng nagkasakit sa mga ganito diba? (choose the place pala where you should buy these) Siguro maaaring maadict ka din dito. It's never too late to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang mag-extreme games, mag-rapelling, surfing, bunjee jumping, sky-diving, wall-climbing, trouble-shooting(nye? Hehe!)? For sure you wouldn't want to miss these in your life. Siguro naman mas ok 'to paminsan kesa sa badminton at basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hinde mo subukang magkipagkaibigan, makipagkilala, or simply be with a group of true, real friends where you could be contented because of their affection? Siguro naman with them,somehow you might forget for a while your problems and anxieties in life. Maybe they would also cure all of these for a while or maybe totally and be happy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's never too late..Bakit hinde mo subukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109702710489051552?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109702710489051552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109702710489051552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109702710489051552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109702710489051552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/bakit-hinde-mo-subukan.html' title='Bakit Hinde Mo Subukan?'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109685800342253876</id><published>2004-10-04T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:14:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Alam Mo Lang: A Conversation with Jesus</title><content type='html'>Sa araw-araw nating pamumuhay, marami tayong nararanasang kakaiba. Magkahalong masaya at malungkot. Magkahalong ginhawa at hirap. Magkahalong ligaya at problema. Tuwing nakakaranas tayo ng saya, bakit ganun, halos makalimutan na natin SYA. At sa tuwing makakaramdam at makakasulong natin si "problema", lagi tayong nagrereklamo, ang sise ay lagi sa Kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, bakit ganun? Ang dami-dami kong naibigay sa kanya, ang dami dami kong inalay at ibinahagi..pero bakit ni isa wala man lang akong matanggap sa kanya? at kung meron man, bakit ang konti?? At kadalasan, ni-'thank you' wala??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"My son, people may not reward or thank you for your actions, but if I am your reason for loving and giving, you will receive an even greater blessing in return.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Papa Jesus, bat sa tuwing nalulungkot ako, may kaibigan akong nandyan para pasiyahin ako, anjan para i-comfort ako..pero hinde pa din ako masaya..d pa din ako kuntento..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"If you just turn to me, I have my own way of making you smile and happy especially at times when you want to give up and lose hope. Certain surprises will come your way that would make you rise and keep on going."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh bakit po lagi nyo akong binibigyan ng problema? Bakit laging may pagsubok??.. Nahihirapan na po kasi ako, Lord.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"My son, trials are not the reason for you to give up, but a challenge to improve yourself.. Failures are not an excuse to back out but an inspiration to move on.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh bakit po lagi na lang may bagay o mahal sa buhay na dapat kong i-sakripisyo? Bakit po pag may bagay na meron ako, madalas nawawala?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Dont worry, I will never leave you empty, I will replace everything you will lose. If I ask you to put something down, it's because I want you to pick something better and greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"And lastly my son, if you never felt pain, then how would you know I'm a healer? If you never felt sadness, how would you know I'm a comforter? If life is perfect, will you still know me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this contemplation with Him, I felt relieved. Bakit hinde mo subukang kausapin Sya sa tuwing nakakaranas ka ng kalungkutan o problema? Bakit hinde mo subukang ibahagi sa kanya ang iyong kasiyahan at ang iyong pighati? Paniguradong handa Syang makinig sayo at paniguradong magkakaroon ka din ng kapayapaan sa sarili..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109685800342253876?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109685800342253876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109685800342253876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109685800342253876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109685800342253876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/kung-alam-mo-lang-conversa_109685800342253876.html' title='Kung Alam Mo Lang: &lt;i&gt;A Conversation with Jesus&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109661916857324157</id><published>2004-10-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:44:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saludo ako sa Cebuanofever...Kahit na..</title><content type='html'>Andito ako ngayon sa aking "workstation" at syempre wala akong ginagawa kaya naisipan kong magsulat na naman, ipamahagi sa inyo ang aking nararamdaman kasabay ng aking pagkabugnot sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tanong ako sa inyo. Hinde ba't masaya magkaroon ng maraming kaibigan? Pagtungtong mo sa kolehiyo, malamang mas dumami lalo ang kaibigan mo, maraming kang nakilala, iba't ibang pananaw sa buhay, iba't-ibang ugali. Pero syempre, tinanggap mo silang ganun kasi &lt;b&gt;kaibigan&lt;/b&gt; mo sila. Nagtapos ka ng kolehiyo, nag-apply sa isang magandang korporasyon o di kaya nagtayo ka ng business, syempre hinde mo maiiwasang magkaroon ng bagong kakilala, bagong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero may mas malupet pa'kong tanong sa inyo. Hinde ba't walang papantay sa mga kaibigan mo na kasama mo sa paglaki? O di kaya sila ang mga kaibigan mo noong hayskul pa kayo. Sapagkat kilala nyo ng ang bawat isa, alaskahin ka man o magkatampuhan pa kayo, ok lang kasi natutunan mo na silang mahalin at higit sa lahat, tanggap mo na sila dati pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa aking blog, ikukwento ko sa inyo ang mga taong parte ng aking buhay na hinding-hinde ko makakalimutan hanggang sa pagtanda. Ang aking mga kaibigan mula pa noong hayskul at tinatawag namin ang aming grupo na &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cebuanofever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeni&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; The best magsalita ng English, fashionista. grade2 pa lang, kilala ko na yang si Jeni. Tinatawag ko tong "mama" hinde dahil sa mother-figure sya pero kakaiba sya kung magbigay ng payo. (grade 2 memories? hehe) Kahit bihira na akong kamustahin ngayon, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rochelle&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Kikay at head-turner yan, bihira naming makasama sapagkat malayo ang tirihan. Isa sa mga tinukso sakin. (hehe!) kahit hinde kami masyadong naguusap nyan tapos biglang nagkatagpo sa YM, hinde yan nakakalimot mangamusta. Kahit madaming "beshie" yan, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelo&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Fil-Am girl ng tropa, maagang lumipad sa ibang bansa. Isa sa mga taong hinde nakakalimot at updated sa nangyayari dito sa Pinas. Hinde ko na sya masyadong nakakausap pero marunong bumawi. Kahit sya ang unang taong nagsabing "sensitive" ako, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosini&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Bechin ko, soon-to-be-nurse. Shopping partner ko. Si Bing ang pinaka-updated sa aking buhay. Sa sobrang close ko sa taong 'to, wala nakong masabi. At kahit busy sya sa pasyente at sa "order-in-the-court", mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Mugen boy, rich kid, tahimik. Si Alex ang isa sa mga hinahangaan ng tropa, at kahit tahimik yan, kakaiba humirit yan. Sya ang host lagi kung may pagtitipon kami. At kahit maselan si Lex at dugong bughaw, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Unang graduate sa tropa, unang nagkatrabaho pero hinde mayabang. Si Ed ang isa sa mga paborito ko sa tropa pag nagkakahiritan, derecho, swak. Isa sa mga taong hinahangaan ko dahil maganda ang pananaw sa buhay. At kahit hinde ako masyadong kinakausap, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Dakilang cebuano, maraming alam, kapwa-Mahogany boy. Si Ray ang taong super kulit kahit mukang tahimik. Hinde pikon at madaling mapatawa. Kung humirit tong si Ray, salbahe man ang dating, hinde nya ito sineseryoso. Kahit hinde ako ang first option para puntahan kahit malapit lang samin, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolo&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Ang dramatiko ng tropa, master tomador. Madalas inaasar pero cool pa din kahit mejo napipikon paminsan. Si Nic ang hinde masyadong makwento pero once na nagkwento, tuloy-tuloy. The driver of Rochelle. (biro lang pogee!). At kahit bihira kong makasama, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roy&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Para sakin, leader ng tropa. Loyal sa kanyang better half. Unang nagmature at malakas pa din mang-alaska. Si Roy ang tipong masarap kasama lalo na sa kulitan. Kapitbahay at dakilang business man. Kahit madalas akong inaasar nang pabalang, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Idol ko pagdating sa studies. Henyo at magaling magbasketball (healthy boy to). Si Alvin yung tipong marunong magbalanse ng oras sa studies, sa luvlife, sa pamilya at sa mga kaibigan. Ka-tropa within a tropa. A kahit sinasabi nyang mas bestpren nya ako kesa kay Raf(kahit hinde totoo), mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raf&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; Small but terrible ika nga. Para sa akin, si Raf ang pinaka-kaya kong sabihan ng problema kahit sya ang man with few words yet one of the best listeners. Kakaiba magmahal yang si Raf. Kahit wala na masyadong oras sakin para makipagkwentuhan, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferdie&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; My better-half pagdating sa kalokohan. Si Perdee ang masarap kakulitan kasi hinde pikon at malupit mang-asar (hinde ka mapipikon). Lover-boy yan ng tropa. Hanga ako dito dahil sa sipag at tiyaga nya mag-aral para lang maging doktor balang araw. At kahit hinde ako masyadong kinakamusta sa ngayon, mahal ko pa din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para as Cebuanofever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na kayo kung hinde ko na kayo masyadong nakakasama. Pasensya din kung para sa inyo "nagdadrama" ako paminsan at madalas tahimik kung kasama nyo. Siguro hinde ko na kailangang magpaliwanag kung bakit. Basta dapat nyong malaman na kahit ano pa ang mangyari, andito ako para sa inyong lahat. Para sakin, walang iwanan! At kahit ganito ang mga nangyayari, kayo parin ang number 1 sakin. Mahal ko kayo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109661916857324157?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109661916857324157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109661916857324157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109661916857324157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109661916857324157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/10/saludo-ako-sa-cebuanofeverkahit-na.html' title='Saludo ako sa Cebuanofever...Kahit na..'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109650854229556203</id><published>2004-09-30T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T09:42:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Araw-araw Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sa ating buhay, marami tayong nararanasan at patuloy na mararanasan na paghihirap. Madaming problema na dadating at hinde natin ito maiiwasan kasi "inevitable" sya. Ganyan din ang &lt;b&gt;death&lt;/b&gt;. Hinde sa sinasabing kong malapit ka ng mamatay kundi, sooner or later you have to go on the next stage of life. Life after death is just the beginning of everything para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon kay God, all that we are experiencing here on Earth are given to make us "holy" and in order for us to be prepared for the next stage. So these trials would include sorrows, problems, betrayals and the like. Pero! Dapat ninyong tandaan na lahat ng 'yan ay may dahilan. Kasi 'yung iba kung ano anong sumpa at paninisi sa Diyos kung bakit nagkakaganito sila, bat masyado silang pinapahirapan, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tsong at tsang! Eto lang ang maipapayo ko, maiksi lang ang buhay at tulad ng lumang kasabihan, "Make the most out of your life". Kumbaga, enjoy lang mga kapatid. Sang-ayon kaba sa linya ng kanta ng Southborder na Rainbow 'yung "..there's a rainbow always after the rain.."? Dapat lang kasi yan ay isang katotohanan. Ngitian o mas mabuti tawanan mo lang ang problema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha isa ka lang problema! At kayang-kaya kitang talunin! Mas malakas ata ako sayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ganyan ang magiging perspective nyo sa buhay.. aba, hinde malayo na araw araw ay happy birthday sa inyo.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109650854229556203?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109650854229556203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109650854229556203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109650854229556203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109650854229556203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/araw-araw-happy-birthday.html' title='Araw-araw Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109644669716481466</id><published>2004-09-29T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:27:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OJT Na Ako!</title><content type='html'>Grabe, hinde ko akalaing ganito kabilis lumipas ang araw. Yesterday, i was just a young student wondering how my life would be in the "professional world". And now, naka-business attire nako?! Haha.. Kakaiba talaga ang feeling. It's queer and at the same time exciting. Eh pano, halos lahat ng nakakasalubong ko mukang tao. Hehe biro lang! Siguro dahil naka-corporate attire karamihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa aking first day of work, mejo may pagka-clerical ang pinagawa sakin. Pero exciting sya at dapat gumamit ng analysis. So a little of clerical work lang. I'm like an alien here tapos mejo o.p. (out of place) ako kasi wala akong kilala. Datapwat mababait ang kanilang mukha pero I'm like a new-born baby since super professional na ang karamihan here. Panay tingin nga nila sakin eh, feel ko tuloy may dumi ako sa buong katawan ko. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nakakatamad at nakaka-challenge din pala to summarize my first stay. Balang araw, magiging permanente na ako sa work if and another if they would absorb me after nitong OJT ko. And I know I have so many adjustments to do in order for me to be adapted in this kind of environment. Kayo din, balang araw you'll feel and experience this also. Magmumukang tao at magiging karespe-respeto kayo. You'll look like sophisticated and mature-looking someday! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nga pala, here's the place where I'm taking my OJT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Magnus Phils. Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;32/flr Citibank Towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8741 Paseo de Roxas St, Makati City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109644669716481466?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109644669716481466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109644669716481466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109644669716481466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109644669716481466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/ojt-na-ako.html' title='OJT Na Ako!'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109630631354250809</id><published>2004-09-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T01:31:53.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>i got this from a friend..i think it's really nice..hope you guys enjoy it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..&lt;br /&gt;Lady: You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ok ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became a vegetable. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..&lt;br /&gt;Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you..&lt;br /&gt;Now can you smile? Now can you move? No, therefore I cannot love you&lt;br /&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Does love need a reason? No!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;And love doesn't need a reason.&lt;br /&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from&lt;br /&gt;where.I love you&lt;br /&gt;straightforwardly, without complexities or&lt;br /&gt;pride;so&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I&lt;br /&gt;know no other way than this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109630631354250809?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109630631354250809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109630631354250809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109630631354250809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109630631354250809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109629771911203512</id><published>2004-09-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:08:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple or Orange?</title><content type='html'>Alam nyo ba 'yung kantang "Torn Between Two Lovers"?&lt;br /&gt;Natamaan kaba? Kung ikaw kaya ang nasa sitwasyon ng kantang yan, ano ang iyong mararamdaman?&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ang hirap noh? Ayon sa aking nalalaman ba-se sa mga naranasan ng aking mga kakilala, parang gusto nilang maglaho na parang bula. May ibang nagsasabing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare, sana dalawa na lang ang puso ko.." o di kaya, "Pede bang dalawa na lang sila?".. Iisa lang ang ibig sabihin nyan. Syempre, isa lang dapat ang piliin `diba? Kasi kung dalawa, mababansagan kang 2-timer! Kumbaga, &lt;i&gt;stick to one&lt;/i&gt; ka dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa sobrang naguguluhan, kadalasang nangyayari ay walang pinipili tapos magsisise sa huli. Kasi sya din ang nawalan. Tapos bigla nyang mari-realize na dapat pumili sya. Pero ang tanong ay kung ano ba talaga ang batayan sa pagpili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang, i-kumpara mo sila hinde sa pisikal na aspeto kundi dun sa panloob. Kung sino ang higit na makakapagpaligaya at makakapagpataba ng iyong puso. Siya ba 'yung tipong na masasabi mong "She/He makes my heart melt!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you already know the answer? Si "one" o si "two"?&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin ay si.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109629771911203512?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109629771911203512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109629771911203512' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109629771911203512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109629771911203512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/apple-or-orange.html' title='Apple or Orange?'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109625758982798708</id><published>2004-09-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:03:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveless </title><content type='html'>this is for those who are stuggling waiting for the right "one".. This is made by a special friend of mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love is an undescribable feeling&lt;br /&gt;youll juz see yourself in one side sitting&lt;br /&gt;you dont know wut to do&lt;br /&gt;scared,that ur feelings might be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot live widout luv&lt;br /&gt;bcoz this is wut u hav&lt;br /&gt;you cannot deny it&lt;br /&gt;be true to urself and dont cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love causes us pain&lt;br /&gt;but the memories do remain&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things left behind&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u lyk to recall and rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts wen u luv no one&lt;br /&gt;knowing that sumone is claiming to be the one&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to be numb&lt;br /&gt;bcoz ur pretending and actin so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u luv, u must not expect luv in return&lt;br /&gt;u must teach urself and learn&lt;br /&gt;dont u ever try to regret&lt;br /&gt;instead be thankful u met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ever think youre alone&lt;br /&gt;becoz there is sum1 hu is unknown&lt;br /&gt;maybe its not yet time&lt;br /&gt;and still keeping herself a mime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be in a rush&lt;br /&gt;it will only put u in trash&lt;br /&gt;time can wait&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being loveless doesnt min u hav none&lt;br /&gt;doesnt min ur feelings are gone&lt;br /&gt;it only makes ur heart rest&lt;br /&gt;so wen its time, u can give out wut is best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109625758982798708?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109625758982798708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109625758982798708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109625758982798708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109625758982798708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/loveless.html' title='Loveless '/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109620926563887017</id><published>2004-09-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:34:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalake = Pagkain</title><content type='html'>Hinde nyo ba alam na ang kasabihang "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach" ay sadjang sakto para saming mga lalake? Siguro ang iba samin, may ibang kinahihiligan pero banggitin mong bigla na "Kain tayo!" sa isang kaibigang lalake o sweetheart mo, iba ang magiging reaksyon nya at nagkakaroon ng kakaibang kislap sa mata (pati sa tiyan! haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mga girls, pakitandaan ang ganyang kasabihan at kung wala ka ng maireregalo pa sa minamahal mo o sa iyong kaibigan, pagkain ang iyong ibahagi sa kanya at paniguradong magagalak sya. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109620926563887017?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109620926563887017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109620926563887017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109620926563887017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109620926563887017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/lalake-pagkain.html' title='Lalake = Pagkain'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478264.post-109618321282883554</id><published>2004-09-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:04:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purpose-Driven Life Statement</title><content type='html'>I believe that I am a beloved son of the Father.&lt;br /&gt;I will not let every opportunity in spreading His good news pass by.&lt;br /&gt;In order to fulfill my mission in life, I must possess a Christ-like character&lt;br /&gt;that could enable me to act as a role model to others.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed by God to serve and to reach out for others&lt;br /&gt;And to bless them as well.&lt;br /&gt;I will always put God in the core of everything in order for me to convey His message for my fellow brothers and sisters. Finally, in order to accomplish my mission, I must live in God’s name.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crossway.com.my/books/01%20Purpose%20Driven%20Life.jpg" width=200 height=250&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478264-109618321282883554?l=makydudap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/feeds/109618321282883554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478264&amp;postID=109618321282883554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109618321282883554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478264/posts/default/109618321282883554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makydudap.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-purpose-driven-life-statement.html' title='My Purpose-Driven Life Statement'/><author><name>Maky Dudap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164525658964339371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
