<?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-1370701129563817101</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:34:43.735+08:00</updated><category term='mall'/><category term='inspiring message'/><category term='nothingness'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='differences'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Living Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily life stories :]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370701129563817101.post-3322506969068991518</id><published>2009-04-13T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:51:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Card Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't attend card giving today because I was too lazy - and I probably won't attend the honors' assembly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/1b38f9e2.gif" alt=":sigh:" title=":sigh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited to see my report card and the results of the diagnostic test. I was really nervous because I know I didn't do well in Biology. Anyway, here are the results of the Report Card. They got a little higher :].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Living 89 84 92 94&lt;br /&gt;English 86 87 86 87&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 88 89 87 90&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies 86 87 84 89&lt;br /&gt;Science 84 83 86 86&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 89 89 88 89&lt;br /&gt;TLE 88 88 88 85&lt;br /&gt;Computer 89 91 93 91&lt;br /&gt;PEHM 94 91 92 91&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom 90 90 92 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Average : 87.52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My average finally reached 88 &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/54bd3bbb.gif" alt=":inis:" title=":inis:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; (for the 4th Quarter). Yes, this is the worse school year for me (in terms of academics of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare them to my grades in 1st year high school. I got a ranking of 2 in the class and 66 overall. I was doing fine before. I don't understand why I didn't do very well last school year :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Living 91 91 92 91&lt;br /&gt;English 88 89 89 88&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 92 92 90 89&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies 88 86 84 87&lt;br /&gt;Science 92 94 93 90&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 93 91 96 93&lt;br /&gt;TLE 85 88 86 85&lt;br /&gt;Computer 86 92 91 89&lt;br /&gt;PEHM 90 85 87 91&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom 89 86 88 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Average : 90.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my grades really dropped. Mostly in major subjects. My general average dropped more than 2 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187097-%E5%B4%A9%E6%BD%B0.gif" alt=":ayokona:" title=":ayokona:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; I hope I'll get a higher grade in my 3rd year high school :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Diagnostic Test was not that bad but not that good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of my English test was not that good. I got 81 percentile in School and Norm but I only got Above Average. Last year, I got superior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Biology test was the worst. I only got a 62 percentile in School and 78 in Norm with an  above average quality index. I don't know why but I got an 86 in Biology. It was weird because my quizzes were low! Maybe because of our Investigatory Project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Math result was really astonishing &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187116-%E9%A9%9A.gif" alt=":galit:" title=":galit:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; I got a 99 percentile in school and 98 in Norm? What the? It's not even possible because I had a hard time on it because the Variation items!I know that the "mathletes" had already discussed that topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Diagnostic Test is a fraud. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187085-%E7%8B%82%E6%9A%B4.gif" alt=":sobrakana:" title=":sobrakana:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm not bragging or anything. As you can see, they're not that high, I don't think I'm even in the top 100 anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the bright side, I'm still a consistent achiever! I got a pretty good score in the Diagnostic test and got a 94 in CL and a 95 in Homeroom! They also said that they got bored because they just got their card and practiced. I don't know my rank so I won't attend the honors' assembly. Looking forward for next week! I'll tell you why in my next post :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370701129563817101-3322506969068991518?l=i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3322506969068991518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/card-giving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/3322506969068991518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/3322506969068991518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/card-giving.html' title='Card Giving'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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-1370701129563817101.post-65013973843505040</id><published>2009-04-12T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:20:22.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This day was really WASTED! I hate this day. Let me tell you what happened. It all started with waking up and realizing it was only 7:15 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what an achievement &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/70bff581.gif" alt=":ahaha:" title=":ahaha:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;I also realized that it was Easter Sunday (Happy Easter Sunday!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a robot, I :&lt;br /&gt;Ate Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Brushed My Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Took A Bath&lt;br /&gt;Dressed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took off at about 8:50 AM, 10 minutes before the mass starts. While we were in our way, we got stuck in a traffic jam. It was caused by the "Road Improvement" Project. It didn't really stalled us, but it was really annoying because the roads were fine. Then, after a few minutes, we got stuck in another traffic. Not really sure what caused it but we got stuck there for at least 30 minutes. So to cut the story short, we arrived there at 9:45 AM. It's only a ten minute ride from home to church. "Luckily," it was still Homily (the Priest got late too!). The mass ended at about 10:30 AM because it was Easter Sunday. After that, we went to Robinsons and just ate lunch then left. I was really disappointed because I really wanted to watch T2, a horror movie by Chito Ro&lt;em&gt;ñ&lt;/em&gt;o. But my dad has to go somewhere so he drove us home. After changing clothes, I just watched TV and then got bored so I turned on my laptop. After about 2 hours, I really got bored so I turned it off and ate Sopas.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, I'm a sloth &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I slept and woke up at 6:30 PM! (Oh no, I'll have a difficult time in sleeping) Then I ate dinner and brushed my teeth. So there goes another day. I don't think I can survive with this kind of summer. I just hope I'll cheer up when I see my Card Tomorrow! Haha.. I just hope I can wake up early (by early, I mean before 9 o'clock ).&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm a consistent achiever&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193306-silly.gif" alt=":please:" title=":please:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also hope I can get a good night rest for tomorrow. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187084-%E5%A5%BD%E5%A4%A2.gif" alt=":sleep:" title=":sleep:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; *Sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370701129563817101-65013973843505040?l=i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/65013973843505040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/65013973843505040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/65013973843505040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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-1370701129563817101.post-1318783466453739729</id><published>2009-04-11T09:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:45:05.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa Aking Pagtanda&lt;br /&gt;By Rev.Fr. Ariel F. Robles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my last "dramatic" post. Real stuff about me will be next week. :] It's only my respect for the holy week. My teacher read us this story and I liked it so I searched it online. Use the &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/"&gt;google translator&lt;/a&gt; if you don't understand it. It's in Filipino by the way. It's not accurate so just look for the english version in the net. I do not OWN this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako&lt;br /&gt;at pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala ng&lt;br /&gt;kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng&lt;br /&gt;pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag&lt;br /&gt;kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan.&lt;br /&gt;Maramdamin ang isang matanda.&lt;br /&gt;Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sisigawan&lt;br /&gt;mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng&lt;br /&gt;“binge!” paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo&lt;br /&gt;o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na,&lt;br /&gt;anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na tuhod ko,&lt;br /&gt;pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang&lt;br /&gt;tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako&lt;br /&gt;man ay nagiging makulit at paulit ulit&lt;br /&gt;na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan&lt;br /&gt;mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit-ulit mo&lt;br /&gt;‘yong sasabihin, maghapon kang&lt;br /&gt;mangungulit hangga’t hindi mo nakukuha&lt;br /&gt;ang gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang&lt;br /&gt;kakulitan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang&lt;br /&gt;aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling&lt;br /&gt;magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo&lt;br /&gt;sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo&lt;br /&gt;noong bata ka pa? Pinatyagaan kitang&lt;br /&gt;habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw&lt;br /&gt;mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung&lt;br /&gt;madalas, ako’y masungit, dala na marahil&lt;br /&gt;ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,&lt;br /&gt;maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon,&lt;br /&gt;magkwentohan naman tayo, kahit sandali&lt;br /&gt;lang. inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong&lt;br /&gt;nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy&lt;br /&gt;ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman&lt;br /&gt;mo na sabik na sabik na akong&lt;br /&gt;makakwentohan ka, kahit alam kong hindi&lt;br /&gt;ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at&lt;br /&gt;intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento&lt;br /&gt;tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na&lt;br /&gt;ako’y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig&lt;br /&gt;ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;pagsawaan alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na&lt;br /&gt;sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa&lt;br /&gt;higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan&lt;br /&gt;sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking&lt;br /&gt;pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking&lt;br /&gt;kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob&lt;br /&gt;na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag&lt;br /&gt;kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,&lt;br /&gt;ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka&lt;br /&gt;sana … dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa&lt;br /&gt;iyong ama’t ina…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Of course I haven't experienced this yet for my parents are only in their mid 40's. But I already feel guilt because I have been bad to them. I don't know when will God take them away from me. My mom has Mayoma and my dad is a bit obese. So I'll pray that my parents will stay longer in this world so that I can do good things to them. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370701129563817101-1318783466453739729?l=i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1318783466453739729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-last-post-about-drama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/1318783466453739729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/1318783466453739729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-last-post-about-drama.html' title='Old Age'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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-1370701129563817101.post-2820056590445912845</id><published>2009-04-10T16:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:45:00.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring message'/><title type='text'>Embrace Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Secret to a Lasting Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;Embrace Imperfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Deb Graham :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this story last 2007 from my computer teacher. The message is really touching so I decided to post it here. As I've said, I only got this story from an email and I do not claim this.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner&lt;br /&gt;every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had&lt;br /&gt;made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and&lt;br /&gt;extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if&lt;br /&gt;anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my&lt;br /&gt;mom, and ask me how my day was at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching&lt;br /&gt;him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!  When I got&lt;br /&gt;up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to&lt;br /&gt;my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I love burned toast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he&lt;br /&gt;really liked his toast burned.  He wrapped me in his arms and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Debbie, your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real&lt;br /&gt;tired.  And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner and the kindness&lt;br /&gt;my daddy showed my mom.  To this day, it's a cherished memory from my&lt;br /&gt;childhood that I'll never forget. And it's one that came to mind just&lt;br /&gt;recently when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had arrived home late as usual and decided we would have breakfast&lt;br /&gt;food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to&lt;br /&gt;cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast.  Thinking I had things&lt;br /&gt;under control, I glanced through the mail for the day.  It was only a&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the&lt;br /&gt;toast out of the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, had it been any other day -- and had we had more than two pieces of&lt;br /&gt;bread in the entire house -- I would have started all over. But it had&lt;br /&gt;been one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of&lt;br /&gt;bread. So burnt toast it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about&lt;br /&gt;the toast.  But all I got was a "Thank you!" I watched as he ate bite by&lt;br /&gt;bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But&lt;br /&gt;instead, all Jack said was, "Babe, this is great.  Thanks for cooking&lt;br /&gt;tonight. I know you had a hard day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom&lt;br /&gt;and dad how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them.  And I&lt;br /&gt;quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a&lt;br /&gt;deal-breaker either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not&lt;br /&gt;the best housekeeper or cook.  And you might be surprised to find out&lt;br /&gt;that Jack isn't the perfect husband!  He likes to play his music too&lt;br /&gt;loud, he will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far&lt;br /&gt;too many sports.  Believe it or not, watching " Golf Academy " is not my&lt;br /&gt;idea of a great night at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the&lt;br /&gt;imperfections in each other.  Over time, we have stopped trying to make&lt;br /&gt;each other in our own mold and have learned to celebrate our&lt;br /&gt;differences.  You might say that we've learned to love each other for&lt;br /&gt;who we really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I like to take my time, I'm a perfectionist, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;even-tempered. I tend to work too much and sleep too little. Jack, on&lt;br /&gt;the other hand, is disciplined, studious, an early riser, and is a&lt;br /&gt;marketer's dream consumer.  I count pennies and Jack could care less!&lt;br /&gt;Where he is strong, I am weak, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you might say that Jack and I are opposites, we're also very&lt;br /&gt;much alike.  I can look at him and tell you what he's thinking.  I can&lt;br /&gt;predict his actions before he finalizes his plans. On the other hand, he&lt;br /&gt;knows whether I'm troubled or not the moment I enter a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best&lt;br /&gt;friends.  We've traveled through many valleys and enjoyed many&lt;br /&gt;mountaintops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, at the same time, Jack and I must work every minute of every&lt;br /&gt;day to make this thing called "marriage" work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others&lt;br /&gt;faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is the one&lt;br /&gt;of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting&lt;br /&gt;marriage relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today.  That you will learn to take the&lt;br /&gt;good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at&lt;br /&gt;the feet of GOD.  Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able&lt;br /&gt;to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't it touching? haha. I'm not really into love stories or anything but I must say, their relationship is very strong. I think their differences is the key/secret to their lasting marriage. Differences balance each other. Like in magnets, positive attracts negative. They understand and love each other for who they really are. And I think that's all that really matters :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370701129563817101-2820056590445912845?l=i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2820056590445912845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-this-story-last-2007-from-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/2820056590445912845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/2820056590445912845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-this-story-last-2007-from-my.html' title='Embrace Imperfection'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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-1370701129563817101.post-3265072063971246500</id><published>2009-04-09T16:55:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:13:25.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring message'/><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was deleting files in my laptop, I stumbled upon a sad message that i got from an email years ago. i just want to share this to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you were 8 years&lt;br /&gt;old, your mom handed you an ice&lt;br /&gt;cream. You thanked her by dripping it&lt;br /&gt;all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;br /&gt;piano lessons. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove&lt;br /&gt;you all day, from soccer to football&lt;br /&gt;to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the&lt;br /&gt;car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took&lt;br /&gt;you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a&lt;br /&gt;different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned&lt;br /&gt;you not to watch certain TV shows. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by waiting until she left&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a&lt;br /&gt;haircut that was becoming. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away at summer camp. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W hen you were 15, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work, looking for a hug. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W hen you were 16, she taught you how&lt;br /&gt;to drive her car. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting&lt;br /&gt;an important call. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your&lt;br /&gt;high school graduation . You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your&lt;br /&gt;college tuition, drove you to campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;saying good-bye outside the dorm so you&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay&lt;br /&gt;for your wedding, and she cried and&lt;br /&gt;told you how deeply she loved you. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by moving halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and&lt;br /&gt;needed you to take care of her. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by reading about the&lt;br /&gt;burden parents become to their&lt;br /&gt;children.And then, one day,&lt;br /&gt;she quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came&lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR&lt;br /&gt;HEART..&lt;/blockquote&gt;Did you feel guilt? I did. This message shows how we ignore the good things that our family, especially our parents, does for us. This also shows the things we usually do to them, in return. We do not control time. We do not know what will happen. It's not to late to appreciate the good things they did for you :]. Now go hug your parents or give them a call if they're OFW's.&lt;br /&gt;Won't that feel good? &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193309-wong.gif" alt=":puppyeyes:" title=":puppyeyes:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370701129563817101-3265072063971246500?l=i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3265072063971246500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/3265072063971246500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370701129563817101/posts/default/3265072063971246500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-nimiel.blogspot.com/2009/04/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Nimiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05913694877967223381</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></feed>
