need extra money?

try this site if you want to earn extra money. me and my sisters are already registered members and already started earning money. one requirement is for you to have a paypal account. so check out this site so you too can start earning.

problem with an ebay seller

it's been 3 weeks already and i haven't received an item i won and paid for at ebay. i've contacted the seller three times and he only responded once. guess i just need to report him at ebay and leave him a negative feedback.

dvd marathon

i have been watching Girls's next door for the past two days non-stop. i have watched season 1 and season 2, i can't get enough of them. their bodies are too die for. i wish i had holly's metabolism, i mean she gets to eat anything she wants without gaining any weight or i wish i was as energetic and eager to exercise like Kendra hahaha

our online store

me and my sisters just created a new online store at multiply. we are selling pre-owned signature bags like louis vuitton, prada and gucci. we also have brand new items like victoria secret make-up, toddler clothes from reebok and adidas and also toys. this is the site please visit it. www.d3sisters.multiply.com

lyrics

here is one song i would love to have in my wedding

How Did You Know
INTRO

I remember so well
The day that you came into my life
You asked for my name
You had the most beautiful smile

My life started to change
I'd wake up each day feeling alright
With you right by my side
Makes me feel things will work out just fine

CHORUS

How did you know
I needed someone like you in my life
That there was an empty space in my heart
You came at the right time in my life

I'll never forget
How you brought the sun to shine in my life
And took all the worries and fears that I had
I guess what I'm really trying to say
It's not everyday that someone like you comes my way
No words can express how much I love you

Repeat Chorus

been hooked on reading brian gorrel's blog

i saw this news on tv the other day and went straight to the computer to look for his blog. it was really interesting ..... just search it on the net and you'll find tons of juicy details about Manila's socialites and his reason on why he made that blog in the first place.

sad news

i was watching the Filipino channel awhile ago and i heard that Cory Aquino the former Philippine president was diagnosed with colon cancer. my heart goes out to her and her family. i remember when my aunt was diagnosed with cancer on the throat, my other aunt cervix cancer and my uncle who died because of cancer in the stomach. im really scared because it runs in the family, making me want to take better care of my health. when you are afflicted with these kind of illnesses all you can do is pray and try to live life to the fullest.

boracay???

i don't know why but when i was in the Philippines i never was interested in going to Boracay, but now that im here in the States, i keep on thinking on how i wished that i went there before i left the country. im sure i missed a big chance in seeing the seablue waters and white sand, im sure we don't have that in Virginia. i guess i keep on thinking about it because it is a custom that when holy week comes up most Filipinoes love going to the beach, especially to Palawan and Boracay... how i wished i went there eventhough i don't know how to swin mwahahaha

a new cell

my sister jut bought a new cell phone while waiting for her cell which i have yet to send. i couldn't believe that she was able to buy a cell phone for only $30, and take note it already has a colored screen. i always thought that the cheapest cell phone will be about $50. anyway, i think she bought a nokia 1208, it only has basic features but hey as long as she can send text messages and still make and receive calls that's fine and for that price that is such a great deal.

nordstrom online has a sale going on

just got an email from nordstrom, their having another sale online and i plan on not looking on their site hahaha i have no intentions on buying anything for a month, i plan to help myself save money by preventing myself from looking for stuff online. i'd rather spend time clesning the house,learning how to drive and learning how to cook, that's how bad i need to save my money. goodluck to me hahaha

too busy with work

haven't been able to post anything lately because i have been too busy with work. i haven't been eating and sleeping these past few days either. i don't know why but i have been wanting to go to a fortune teller. i wonder if we have any here in virginia, i know my sister who is in the Philippines also want to look for a fortune teller in their area, just wondering why she wants to look for one. i am scared and the same time excited on what the fortune teller would tell me. hahahaha as long as it is good im ok with it. it'll just tell her to only tell me the good things hahahha

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

This is really beautiful and written by a 17-year old boy.

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.


"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

cute email i got

Why Men are never depressed.
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> oh-so-true!!! :)
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> WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:
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> Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple
> creatures?
> Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take
care
> of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President.
You
> can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You
> can
> wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The
world
> is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station
restroom
> because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think
of
> whic
> h way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add
> character.
> Wedding dress $500 0. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your
chest
> when
> you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your
feet.
> One mood all the time. !
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> Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about

> tanks.
> A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your
own
> jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If
> someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
>
> Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are
more
> than
> enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are
unable to
> see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its
original
> color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only
have to
> shave your face and neck.
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> You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of
shoes --
> one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your
legs
> look.
> You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of
choice
> concerning growing a mustache.
>
> You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25
> minutes.
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>
> No wonder men are happier.
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> Send this to the women who can handle it and to the men who will
enjoy
> reading it