<?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-34112910</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:35.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everything Always Has Two Sides"</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Gale De La Cruz and I'm just sharing a part of my so-called "Life".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-5615023695518206693</id><published>2007-07-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:22:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Students' Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RqxToqyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4pqADEkp14/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537236796392338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RqxToqyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4pqADEkp14/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever felt your best at you and your schoolmate's night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this time, would be better than the last 3 students' night of my 4-year stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Honorato&lt;/span&gt; C. Perez Sr. Memorial Science High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't better. Not horrible, not fun. If you'll rate it, for me, it would be 5 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy thing is my Einstein Family. I love being with them. It's sad though, my other classmates didn't attend the Students' Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bothered that night for my Father is convincing me to go home early. I can't go home that early for me and my bandmates, the mikmiks, are going to perform at about 11 pm. My Father ended up going to my school at the said time and has seen what we had perform. He wasn't very happy of the performance - I can say - by the way he and my brother talks and opinions on our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, we -me, my father and my brother - went home. I was really tired but I hope my classmates enjoyed it better than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-5615023695518206693?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/5615023695518206693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=5615023695518206693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5615023695518206693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5615023695518206693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/07/students-night.html' title='Students&apos; Night'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RqxToqyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4pqADEkp14/s72-c/IMG_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-3206074886134335154</id><published>2007-06-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:30:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalmist Recital</title><content type='html'>Psalmist Music Center, Bringing Out Your Musical Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two long months of lessons, we finally have to report what we learned in our Recital. I was late. So, I missed the start of the Launching of the Psalmist Hymn/Jingle which I've been waiting for a long time to hear. Some lines I heard were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psalmist Music Center, the right place for you. The music and the harmony with a touch of quality. At Psalmist Music Center, Your dreams will come true. Bringing out Your Musical Best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is composed by Sir Jason Villaroman and sung by Ptr. Jan Ver Lagarejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to say that it was a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Recital, each student played or sang their pieces. The Recital has 4 Parts. It was successful. We - Me(vocals), Gian(Lead), Geus(Bass), and Goel(Drums), and of course with the participation of a friend, Mr. Ian Guillermo (Rhythm) - played the song "Magbalik" by Callalily. It was Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would like to thank to the Manager Sir/Mr. Ferdinand U. Cruz, is that the Recital is dedicated to my Brother Roger Marcus Geus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some of us committed mistakes, It was the most enjoyable Recital. It was really successful. We also sang the Traditional Song "When You Believe" accompanied by the best teachers in town! [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss the faculty and staff. Especially, Miss Paulette Isabelle Urbano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"dakilang tambay ng Psalmist"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-3206074886134335154?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/3206074886134335154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=3206074886134335154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/3206074886134335154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/3206074886134335154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/06/psalmist-recital.html' title='Psalmist Recital'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-7841875798805739726</id><published>2007-04-14T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:55:38.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKSI</title><content type='html'>Words and Music by Edgardo C. Bautista III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5IGHz-sRFM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5IGHz-sRFM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro: D Em G Em&lt;br /&gt;Verse I:&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Sana pag dating ng araw&lt;br /&gt;G Em&lt;br /&gt;Na itinakda&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Makalimot wag asahan&lt;br /&gt;G Em&lt;br /&gt;Sa isa't isa&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Sana pag ang landas nati'y&lt;br /&gt;G Em&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaiba&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Kahit nasaan pa'y laging&lt;br /&gt;G A - A&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;D A&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na, harapin na ang ating bukas&lt;br /&gt;Bm G&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit yakap pa rin&lt;br /&gt;D A&lt;br /&gt;Ang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Bm G&lt;br /&gt;[break]&lt;br /&gt;Oksi...&lt;br /&gt;(D A Bm G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse II:&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Lagi sanang isipin ang&lt;br /&gt;G Em&lt;br /&gt;Bawat isa&lt;br /&gt;D E&lt;br /&gt;Magandang samaha'y ingatan&lt;br /&gt;G A - A&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ting paglakbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Oras-oras sa ating buhay&lt;br /&gt;G Em&lt;br /&gt;Kung ika'y nalulumbay&lt;br /&gt;D Em&lt;br /&gt;Sariwain sa ating isip&lt;br /&gt;G A - A&lt;br /&gt;Ang ala - ala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;[one strum per chord]&lt;br /&gt;D Em G Em&lt;br /&gt;sama - sama tayo lagi...&lt;br /&gt;OKSI...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-7841875798805739726?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7841875798805739726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=7841875798805739726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/7841875798805739726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/7841875798805739726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/04/oksi.html' title='OKSI'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-5653835227655599455</id><published>2007-04-14T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:49:18.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Shots</title><content type='html'>I Found this at YouTube. Thank You Glecy for uploading this.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cNienMh-98" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-5653835227655599455?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/5653835227655599455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=5653835227655599455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5653835227655599455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5653835227655599455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/04/stolen-shots.html' title='Stolen Shots'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-142783678066175689</id><published>2007-04-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:52:55.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Heat?</title><content type='html'>Pls. watch this video trailer first, from the documentary film "the Inconvenient Truth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/twlmluj4aO0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the heat running through your skin? Can you feel the sun emanating its heat from its rays? I know it's summer but don't you sense the comparison of the HOT weather from last summer and this summer? It's only the effect of Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Girl Scout, I care for our country and the world. Global Warming is the increase of temperature as a result of the increase of Greenhouse Gases. As the temperature rises, more and more polar ice caps are gradually melting resulting to the rise of sea levels. It only means that some of the land areas of Earth will sink. Polar Bears will extinct. In Asia, there would be drought, floods and soil degradation that will likely diminish food productions in arid and tropical parts of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an ordinary normal person. We can help. Now, I'll be doing number 10. Please Conserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://environment.about.com/od/globalwarming/tp/globalwarmtips.htm"&gt;The Top 10 things we can do to Reduce Global Warming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use Less Heat and Air Conditioning&lt;br /&gt;3. Change a Light Bulb.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive Less and Drive Smart.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy Energy-Efficient products.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use Less Hot Water.&lt;br /&gt;7. Use the "off" switch.&lt;br /&gt;8. Plant a Tree.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a report card from your utility company.&lt;br /&gt;10. Encourage others to conserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all help the country we live in for the most serious problem is not terrorism, but Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;-mrgfdc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-142783678066175689?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/142783678066175689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=142783678066175689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/142783678066175689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/142783678066175689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-heat.html' title='Summer Heat?'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-5046780158835321846</id><published>2007-04-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:32:14.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxygen, Thank You! and Happy Vacation!</title><content type='html'>I remembered the day we opened the door of our room and started talking about things we've done in our summer vacation. Now that it is summer time again, I just want to thank you for all you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♣Jernih&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being such a good friend and props instructor and maker. [hihi:)] Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♣Egay&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being such a good friend and for trusting me with your secret. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♣Oscar&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend and seatmate last educational tour. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;♣Elmer&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for your jokes. [thanks for being a friend too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;♣JC&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being you and I salute you for you've changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;♣Jervis&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;♣Aaron&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for answering all my questions and thanks for being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♣Dimz&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being a friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♣Benjie&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for replying in my jokes. [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♣Elias&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend since elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♣Kuya Ace&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for understanding my side, thanks for being my friend and classmate. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;♥Katga&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;♥Alyana&lt;/span&gt;, Congratulations! thanks for being my friend. I won't forget you kuto queen. [hahahahaha:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥Katgon&lt;/span&gt;, Congratulations! thank you for being good to me and for laughing with me. The same as BALYANA, Girl Scout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥Eden&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my best friend although we've been through a horrible past. Yes, it opened up a good friendship. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥Colleen&lt;/span&gt;, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥Plarlene&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for keeping me in company whenever I have no one to speak with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥Dolly&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for combing and clipping my hair. [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥Jenna&lt;/span&gt;, I like your attitude. Thank you for being my classmate and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;♥Ate&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for making me welcome eventhough we've gone through bad memories. I'm really SORRY. ='c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥Ate April&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for listening to my problems. You're a great listener. You are one great example of a listener. Thank you for being my classmate and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥Glecy&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for your wonderful jokes and thanks for being my friend. I won't forget our GSP memories! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;♥Venus&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend and classmate. I won't forget our GSP memories! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥Katrin&lt;/span&gt;, aw-aw! thank you for the warm welcome from your group. Thanks for being my friend and classmate. Congratulations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥Rhea&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being such a kind friend and classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥Vero&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being kind and I really love it when you crack up jokes. I really laugh! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥Enna&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for being a high-pitched person, a friend and a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♥Grachelle&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for reminding me of some GSP activities, for making a program and for visiting me at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;♥Cecille&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for combing and clipping my hair. Thanks for being my classmate and one of my close friends.[the same as dolly :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;♥Pamela2&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for introducing me the Princess Hours. I love it! Thanks for being my classmate and one of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥Ma-X&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; thank you for not being mad when I tease you. Thank you for being my classmate and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥Alyzza&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my classmate and friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;♥Jemelina [yael]&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for your jokes, for lending me a pentel pen once, for being a good friend and classmate. You've got wonderful hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♥Esmelou&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being the prop-fessional and cook last encampment. Thank you for being my friend and classmate. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥Meg&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being a good adviser, a good friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Raiza&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for listening, for being a good friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥Pamela1&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;♥Alfa&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;♥Robelyn&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for keeping my secret. Thank you for being my friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;♥Dominique&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my friend and classmate. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥Barbie&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being my textmate and my playmate in MMK's guess-the-title. Thank you for being a good friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥Jehnille&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being a good classmate and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥Nice&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being a nice pearlaloo. Thank you for being a good friend and classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, thank you for keeping the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alive. We've shared a lot of memories together. Let's all treasure it. I hope you'll all have a wonderful vacation. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;-mrgfdc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-5046780158835321846?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/5046780158835321846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=5046780158835321846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5046780158835321846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5046780158835321846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/04/oxygen-thank-you-and-happy-vacation.html' title='Oxygen, Thank You! and Happy Vacation!'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-5644442550625505022</id><published>2007-03-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:47:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgsowonhMJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJvJhGr0MAs/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047172623400775826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgsowonhMJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJvJhGr0MAs/s200/DSC02282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 28, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very first time to attend such event for I'm an awardee for the Most Outstanding Girl Scout of the year. It started with a procession followed by a simple prayer led by Mrs. Aguilar. After the prayer, the singing of the National Anthem and our school's hymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who wore this Girl Scout Uniform that causes me to become very awkward. Not only because of the uniform but most of all, I don't have my Mother/Father to accompany me on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came when I have to climb up the stairs and go on the stage. Every step felt weirder and weirder. Then Mrs. Cabual came and accompanied me from the stairs, to the stage and back to our chairs. I would like to give her my best gratitude for being my temporary parent for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the special awards, the Honor Roll from First Year to Third Year. As the name is called, more and more parents and students from the crowd are leaving the gymnasium. When the Third Year Students are called, there are over 30 persons left causes us to cheer our fellow classmates. Although few people are left, we're still very happy to celebrate our Recognition Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-5644442550625505022?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/5644442550625505022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=5644442550625505022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5644442550625505022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/5644442550625505022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/03/recognition-day.html' title='Recognition Day'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgsowonhMJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJvJhGr0MAs/s72-c/DSC02282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-501597080694709580</id><published>2007-03-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:53:34.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[the picture is warped.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfKF7Di9cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7jjC6yv0F-Q/s1600-h/warp(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046224110592652738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfKF7Di9cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7jjC6yv0F-Q/s200/warp(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfMDLDi9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mymKe8qC5RI/s1600-h/07-01-16_11-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Specially Made By: hahahawalakangpakialam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kindergartners then. I was a kid; we were kids, specifically playmates. I stared at him silently as he draw superman on his notebook. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, specifically classmates. I talked to him about our assignment while staring at his face secretly. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t control myself as he brushes up his hair whenever he plays basketball. He grew up to be a good kid, just like any other good kids do. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time. Wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, specifically seatmates. I confronted him about our new lesson in algebra and he taught me easily. I wished we will be closer. I wish I was a boy so that I could be with him all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside me. He developed into an enigmatic guy, just like any ordinary enigmatic guys which girls love to drool over with. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together till the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I. Specifically best friends. Once, I asked for his opinions about this guy who’s courting me. He just replied, “If you love him, then you should open you heart and accept him from what he is.” Then he nodded and walked away. I admit and I know I love him. I wish he loves me too, so that he will be jealous. Jealous, so that he could blabber his real feelings for me when he lose his control. I wish we’ll be together like real lovers… I once attempted to say my feelings about him, but even before I started, he said he should go because he was supposed to meet a girl. I was broken. I wish I never love him. I wish I could forget all the things about him. But the feeling in my heart shouts that I should still love him, because life will never be called life unless there is no love existing on it. I’m still wishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed and we graduated from college and we both got a job. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I was surprised and ashamed of myself when he said he was going to be married. I was more of being broken than surprised and excited. I know I have to move on and find a new guy. But how? You know, half of my life on Earth was with him, loving him… Wedding day came and he said “Wow! You’re here! Any escorts?” I smiled painfully and secretly hide the hurt in my heart. I wished we’ll end up marrying in a church. I wish he was mine, and I’m still wishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades passed and we both grow into healthy individuals. We both gained our own families. You know, every great stories ends up with someone dying on the end. In short, he died. And I’m telling you I accepted it naturally because he’s my best friend. On his interment, his younger brother brought his journal and read some parts of it… I was stunned… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“June 1, 1978. We were kindergartners then, I was a kid; we were kids, playmates, coincidentally. I stared at her silently as she brushes the hair of her doll. I wish she was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at her all the time, wishing we’ll be together when we both grow old.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother flipped pages and began to read again. While me, I’m starting to cry. He continued…&lt;br /&gt;“June 7, 1980. Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, classmates, coincidentally. I talked to her about the previous episode of our favorite show which I missed last night. She grew up into a pretty girl, like any other pretty girls do. I couldn’t resist but stare at her silently all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never come to an end.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother started to sob and he still continued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“June 14, 1986. I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became best friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, seatmates coincidentally. I taught her about our first lesson in algebra and I know she hardly understands it but she still thanked me. I wish we will be closer. I wish I was a girl so that I could be with her all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside my whole. She developed into a talkative yet smart young lady, just like any ordinary talkative and bright young lady do. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together until the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother almost collapsed and his older sister came in and continued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“June 21, 1990. We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I, specifically and coincidentally best friends. Once, she asked me for an opinion about this guy who’s starting to court her. I was hurt. I knew I loved her ever since we were still in the sandbox playing together. I answered a very ugly and corny statement and walked away after so that I could hide the tears in my eyes. I wish we’ll be together like real loves do. I attempted to say my feelings about her but she suddenly remembered her project in English and worked on it right away. I was broken. An English Project might be better than me. I wish I never love her. I wish I could forget all the things about her. But the feelings in my heart yells that I should still love her, because life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it. I’ll continue wishing.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my husband caressing my back and telling me to be calm. His sister continued… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“June-August 1996. Years passed and we graduated from college. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I met Clarisse and I got attracted to her even if I still love my childhood friend. I know I have to move on with my own life and I will marry Clarisse even if I don’t love her. So we end up marrying each other. Wedding day came; I was more of depressed than excited. I know I have a new partner and I know I’m so lucky to have Clarisse by my side and I have to move on but HOW? Half of my life on this world was spend with her, loving her, my childhood friend… She came to our wedding day and I asked her for a gift or if she has a companion with her. She just smiled. I think she was happy for me. I wish she’ll be the one who’s wearing the most beautiful gown today. I wish she was mine. I’m still wishing…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the church was listening silently and I cried out all the pain in my heart. Her sister read the last two entries on his journal. He rarely writes on it these past few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“June 28, 2002. Today, it’s exactly six years after I got married, Clarisse and I broke up because of a major problem, she said she didn’t love me anymore and that she cannot raise two kids easily. That’s it. We had two children and both were still young. I have to tell you something no one else knows... I have a colon cancer… What should I do? God please help me… I’m only 28 years old yet I am so depressed…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years… Three days before he died, this was his last entry… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“August 1, 2004. Now I’m here in the hospital, my youngest is sitting by my side. I’m bald, you should know. I’m waiting for my time and I know I’m already prepared. Thank You God for giving me a chance to experience life, to learn how to love and be loved. I hope my childhood friend would come before You get my soul and judge it. After I die, You know I would still love her. I never fall out of love for her really; she’s the girl I used to love even from the start and I would never fall out of love for her. God, please help me to reach her with my wings... Goodbye and I love you.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people were crying for good. They all got a lesson, and they were contented with what happened. My husband accepted the fact sincerely. Before his coffin was taken down, I dropped a white rose and whispered. “I hope you could reach me with your wings… I love you…” I smiled painfully and thanked him for the 30 years we’ve shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;nakailang tissue ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfMDLDi9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mymKe8qC5RI/s1600-h/07-01-16_11-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfMDLDi9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mymKe8qC5RI/s1600-h/07-01-16_11-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfMZbDi9eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UEy6mw6fAK0/s1600-h/07-01-16_11-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046226644623357410" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfMZbDi9eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UEy6mw6fAK0/s200/07-01-16_11-13.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queckie taho and bogurt(hahahawalakangpakialam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-501597080694709580?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/501597080694709580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=501597080694709580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/501597080694709580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/501597080694709580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-would-never-be-called-life-unless.html' title='“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/RgfKF7Di9cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7jjC6yv0F-Q/s72-c/warp(35).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-2258711442142248668</id><published>2007-03-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:00:45.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Twin Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Little_Twin_Stars.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Little_Twin_Stars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of characters was introduce to me by my Titas. They said that this was popular in their times. Haha! They are soo cute! My hanky is the only Little Twin Star product in my Closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Twin Stars is a pair of characters made by &lt;a title="Sanrio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanrio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sanrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The little brother is called Kiki while the elder sister is called Lala. Kiki has blue hair, while Lala has pink hair (sometimes, Kiki's hair is brown, while Lala's hair is blonde). Both have a birthday of December 24. They were introduced in 1975 and enjoyed popularity in the early 1980's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the mystical twins were born on the Star of Compassion, they "pass[ed] the time wondering about life on Earth, the planet they had heard so many stories about. With permission from Mother-Star and Father-Star they set out for a visit to Earth. Lala's star wand led them on their journey. Ever since they arrived they have been spreading happiness to everyone they meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters make cameo appearances in 2004 on the front cover of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomoko Kawase" Tommy February6's second album Tommy Airline and in her video for the song&lt;/span&gt; "MaGic in youR Eyes".&lt;br /&gt;Source:Wikipedia.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-2258711442142248668?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2258711442142248668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=2258711442142248668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/2258711442142248668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/2258711442142248668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-twin-stars.html' title='Little Twin Stars'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-7556903883530912650</id><published>2007-03-17T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:48:25.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxygen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/Rf9LbLDi9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNXlq6IXJpA/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043833037874460082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/Rf9LbLDi9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNXlq6IXJpA/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oxygen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We need Oxygen To Live.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We need each other to live.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We Oxygen, Love Each Other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I Love Oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, many things happened in a four-cornered room. The room of III- Oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is that some of my classmates from last year was transferred to another section and one, transferred to another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first day of my third year days. I was sad. Is being sad a good start? No. I should've been happy for at last I will celebrate another year with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;After a few months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that I won't forget is the departure of our classmate, Meg. Many students have been sad. She is a good classmate. We presented a show for her. Me and all of my classmates and some teachers, except for some Bakal Boys cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It only proves that Oxygen Loves Each Other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;The so-called mini concert of III-Oxygen. It was fun. We performed for an hour and many students and teachers of Honorato C. Perez Sr. Memorial Science High School performed. We depicted the traditions and fashion from the 60's to the Modern Times. We got a high grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Show made us bonded even well. Our relationship became stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few Months later..&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading was announced by our teacher. We insisted on one group but she wants two groups. Cheerleading would almost destroy our relationship but we didn't want that to happen. The Performance day arrived and the other group won. I can sense that there was a little disappointment from their faces. For me, whoever won the contest from oxygen would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It only says that nothing can break our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later..&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Party. Ma'am Hilado is the best adviser we ever had. She said that at first, she was proud of the past batch of oxygen but now she says, she's proud of her advisory class because we are better than them. The Christmas party was so much fun than the last two christmas parties of our highschool life. It was enjoyed by every soul of a student in oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Every soul of an oxygen student is very close and loves everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter what happens, Oxygen will continue to help, care and LOVE each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mrgfdc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-7556903883530912650?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7556903883530912650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=7556903883530912650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/7556903883530912650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/7556903883530912650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/03/oxygen.html' title='Oxygen'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DwDI-O4VGAs/Rf9LbLDi9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNXlq6IXJpA/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-8549341420220910076</id><published>2007-02-24T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:50:47.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chemistry for me is the study of all things like a thing’s components and structures. This study gave my own questions, answers. It made my life more clear and beautiful. This subject is honestly, one of my favorites. Even though some topics are really hard to understand, I insist on studying them because it will affect not only my grades but my life too. This “chemistry” will open the door to exceeding knowledge for it answers almost all things that you would probably ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since elementary, we’ve been studying basic chemistry in our science subjects. I still remember the atoms, electrons, protons, neutrons and the three states of matter. These are the solid, liquid, and gas that became five in our high school level. I really thought that matter has three phases! Mrs. Apolinario, our chemistry teacher, is really kind to give us such five phases of matter! These are the solid, liquid, gas, plasma and oops… I forgot the other one. Hmmm… let me remember… oh yes! The Bose-Einstein condensate! These are all the five phases of matter. With chemistry, I learned really many things. The most enjoyable thing in Chemistry is the Ice Cream! And yes! We putted many emulsifying agent that made our Ice Cream a gelatin! It is still delicious anyway. I remembered the Physics laboratory smelling milky and the tables are sticky because of the condensed milks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying chemistry is really fun! But part of chemistry is very hard to understand that made me dizzy and gave me headaches. Our teacher, Mrs. Cynthia “cute” Apolinario is fun to have in this said subject. When we can’t understand the topic, she really makes it clear and gives many examples until her students get the hang of it. A teacher like her is expensive, priceless and very hard to lose. I wish she will be safe when the time comes that she has to go with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is like a magic that gives knowledge to many people. I didn’t expect that chemistry could be so much fun because of the ice cream. I certainly learned a lot. I learned balancing and the Redox. But nothing can compare with the memorization of cat ions, anions, and well… most of all, our very kind teacher (tantananantanan.), Mrs. Apolinario. Now I can say, Chemistry and me are well-bonded together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34112910-8549341420220910076?l=galedelacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8549341420220910076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34112910&amp;postID=8549341420220910076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/8549341420220910076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34112910/posts/default/8549341420220910076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galedelacruz.blogspot.com/2007/02/chemistry-and-me.html' title='Chemistry and Me'/><author><name>gale dela cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001157201008671636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/babyangel_gale/1_240168467l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34112910.post-6068068932330884538</id><published>2007-02-24T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:03:31.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Aral sa Pag-aaral</title><content type='html'>ni Kathleen C. Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y masabi sa sulat kung ito, lahat ng ninanais nitong puso ko.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “It’s a different world”, yan ang nasasabi ko sa mga bagay ngayon, mayroong bagong paaralan, mga bagong teacher, kaibigan, at higit sa lahat mga bagong kamag-aral. Iba na talagaang atmosphere ngayon. Lahat ng ito nakakapanibago, siguro nga “time has a different definition”, may mga nagsasabi na ang oras ay masaya dahil sa humahaba ang buhay kapag sumasapit na ang panibagong oras, may iba na ayaw sumapit ang bagong oras o kaya ay ito ay matagal lalo na kapag hinihintay mo, ngunit para sa akin ang oras ay mabilis, mahirap at nakaiinis lalo na kung may quizzesssssssssss........,testsssssssssss......., seatworksssssssss........at ang walang katapusang homeworkssssssss...........parts kasi ng pag-aaral o in-short requirements sa pag-aaral. Hindi lahat ay biro ‘pag dating sa pag-aaaral, kailangan mong magtiyaga para makakuha ka ng matataas na grades at scores. May mga oras na kahit ang walang kasalanan, dahil sa init ng ulo, ay nadadamay, nasisigawan, nasasaktan at nasisisi kasi hindi ma-control ang utk at damdamin dahil sa dami ng pinag-aaralan. Kahit nga ang mga teacher natin, nasisisi natin ng tago dahil sa ibinibigay nilangnga requirements kasama ang ‘sang katutak na projects, hayyyy nakakasawa!?!...Ang pagkakaibigan din napapasali dahil naaapektuhan din ito. Bakit ba kailangang maapektuhan pa ang iba? Is it always connected to one another? Ewan ko ba. Sa mga panahong ito, makikita ang ating katatagan at control sa sarili. Okey lang para sa akin na makita ang iba na umiiyak dahil alam ko na sa paraang ito mawawala ang inis at hirapsa inyo, nailalabas ang sama ng loob at nakapagluluwag ng pakiramdam. “We need to be conservative as well as sensitive to many things”, dahil may mga bagay na hindi maganda sa paningin at kailangan din naman nating malaman ang iba’t ibang bagay. Minsan, mahirap talagang makaintindi at maintindihan, magbigay ng tiwala at pagkatiwalaan, magpakabakit at magustuhan ng iba. Hay naku, ano ba talaga, “everything has its contrast and opposite”, kailan kaya magiging well-managed ang lahat, siguro tayo ang may problema pero ano ba iyon sa totoo lang, hanga ako sa mga kaklase natin na despite ng pagsusungit at mga tambak na mga assignments, nakukuha pa nilang maspasensiya, tumahimik (dahil pagod na) at maging mabait. Ang hindi lang puwedeng gawin ay maglibot, maglaro, gumawa ng mga household chores, at kahit nga manood ng T.V. pero higit sa lahat ay yung hindi ka na makatulog kahit five hours dahil sa hindi ma-reach na gawaing pampaaralan. Dati ang tulog natin umaabot ng 8 to 12 hours pero ngayon maximum na yata 6 hrs, nakakagulat ‘di ba? Kapa naman natulog ka nang maaga para kang bulateng hindi mapakali dahil sa paggising mo matanda pa sayo ang bilang ng gagawin mo o kaya naman nag-aapura ka sa paggayak dahil ‘pag dating mo sa school, walang mulat na sulat at kopya ang gagawin mo. Kopya?, ‘yan ang madalas na ginagawa pag walang assignment, am I right? Kung magpalit naman tayo ng pen halos linggo-linggo o kahit araw-araw kasi ang isusulat isang talaksan at makapal pa yata sa “encyclopedia” ‘pag pinagsama-sama. Ang mga notebooks at papel halos quarter-quarter nagpapalit o kahit buwan-buwan nga eh. Wala yatang bagay na tatagal pagdating sa pag-aaral. Mga lecture na isang tambak, assignments na di mo mabibilang, projects, seatworks araw-araw at mga karagdagang.......sa dami hindi ko na maalala. Kapag may performance naman, ang mga lider, halos maputol na ang litid at ugat kahihiyaw at pagpapasunod sa mga members na “pasaway”, iyan ang hira  ng isang lider,”You need to be a good model to your members”, kaya kahit na makakasakal ka na kailangan mong magpasensiya at intindihin sila, minsan nga hindi ka na makatitiis at lalayasan mo sila o kaya naman maiiyak ka na lang. alam kong ang iba hindi na lang kumikibo pero deep inside nasasaktan sila, mahirap talagang itago ang feelings ma. Kapag naman weekends, wala ka na ring time to rest dahil may naka-schedule na practice at group projects na gagawin, ni hindi ka na makapagpahinga ng walang ginagawa, magsulat, mag-drawing o mag-review. Sa mga tests naman, para tayong mga itik na lisawan ng lisawan at parang mga tindera sa palengke (bili na...bili na kayo ng puto)o bubuyog sa kabubulong at pagme-memorize ng mga dates numbers definition at mga arrangements ng words. Pero kapag ang mga ito ay natapos na (kailan kaya), walang kapantay na kasiyahan ang ating madarama (mga 100 meters lang naman). Sa mga panahong ding ito, makikita at lumalabas ang iba’t ibang katangian ng ating mga kaklase. Nandyan na si mabait, masungit, maarte, mayabang, maangas, sipsip sa straw, no comment, no expression, moody, okey lang, masipag, matiyaga, dinadaan na lang sa tawa, nasisiraan na yata, inaantok at natutulog na lang, nahihilo, hindi mapakali (parang kiti-kiti), lakad-takbo o nagiging runner, at syempre mga tinamaan ng typhoid o kaya naman ay in-born na nilang taglay un...at may mga mababansagan din tulad ng cyclopes, habagat, epal, conflagration, amihan at syempre ang dakilang Einstein of  I-Venus. Kahit sa mga teacher may iba’t ibang pagkakakilanlan at alyas. Ako, syempre na minsan may sumpong, pang-iinis, maingay at masayahin. “We need to ride with each steps of our life and the movement of the life inthis world”(ano yan Joy Ride?!?! SAMA KA NA!!!). isa sa mga bagay na natutuhan ko ay yung “It’s better to work hard than to be content of what you had in yourself” (yah d 2lad nung 1 bata jan inaasa na lang sa ------- ung kanyang-----Guess hu). There will be a time that we can say, “Thank God, I came and learned from that school” (HCPSMSHS) (ung mga li2pat kau poh ang pinata2maan nyan). It will become easy for us to do many things if we start to work better and right. Maraming mga aral na makukuha natin dito, angiba’y tama, meron din namang mga biro. (kaya sa lahat po ng tinamaan sa salaysay na ito humihingi po kami ng pacensya kasi poh may kasunod pah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tamang aral na makukuha sa pag-aaral:&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Put God in the Center and everything will come Together.&lt;br /&gt;Trust and believe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Remember others and their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Do what is right and good.&lt;br /&gt;Be confident.&lt;br /&gt;Walk straight in the right path.&lt;br /&gt;There’s another day for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Things happened together for a purpose and cause.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself without hurting anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Be responsible, disciplined, industrious, obedient, manage your time properly, very patient.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge anyone without thinking and analyzing that you are good than him.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has its own rights.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be tired.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that anybody has its feelings which can be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Understand to be understand, recognized to be recognized, loved to be loved and trust to be trust.&lt;br /&gt;Do what is right and which can make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga biro sa pag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok ng maaga para makapangopya.&lt;br /&gt;Utuin ang kaklase.&lt;br /&gt;Magpaxerox ng marami at idikit sa notebook (pampakapal ng lecture).&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer ng isa reviewer ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Assignment ng isa kinokopya ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Nakaaantok kung hindi alam ang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mapakali parang bulati.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi maiangat ang ulo na stroke.&lt;br /&gt;May umiiyak sa galak.&lt;br /&gt;‘Pag ang lider nagalit nakakapanginig.&lt;br /&gt;Kasalanan ng isa kasalanan ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;Ang ayaw maglinis, magwalis, matitiris.&lt;br /&gt;Ang may sumpong bulong ng bulong.&lt;br /&gt;Pag hindi alam ang sagot patay lagot.&lt;br /&gt;Ang tumahimik akala may sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap utuin ang taong uto rin.&lt;br /&gt;Sikreto ng lahat, madaling kumakalat alam ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itutuloy sa susunod na series………&lt;br /&gt;Watch for d’s season winter. 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