<?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-13362010</id><updated>2011-11-27T13:51:17.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms.A</title><subtitle type='html'>Little thoughts that bothers or inspires me from time to time.  Sharing it with you might bother or inspire you as well.  Still, I'd like to share it with you.  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Ang tagal nainis ako.  Then last Monday, I got a call from Gina and asked me to visit their office today and so I went around 10am.  Got interviewed around 1030am by the HR manager.  Pumasa naman ako dahil she endorsed me to the COO of the company.  I waited for about 30 minutes for the COO to arrive.  Then here comes the COO, he looks young, pogi sya ha (hihihi) at expat-Indian (pero inde siya mabaho).  Someone escorted me inside his office.  We got on the usual interview session for another 30 minutes.  Nagulat na lang ako, he said, welcome aboard.  Nye, tanggap na daw ako.  Syempre, nagulat at natuwa naman ako.  Especially when they told me about the compensation package.  Ang bilis ng hiring nila and there, so basically, I will be starting on August 8 na and I will be one of the pioneering batch of this new call center.  I'm sure there will be lots of promotion coming through soon.  The COO also told me that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, job hunting is no easy tasks.  Kakapagod sagutin yung mga questions nila like tell me something about yourself, why should we hire you,  what are your three best qualities.  Pero that's how it is.  In the end, choose the best offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you na rin itaas because he gave me another opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-112183959924212292?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/112183959924212292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=112183959924212292&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112183959924212292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112183959924212292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/07/nalilito.html' title='Nalilito'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-112064902692875599</id><published>2005-07-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:23:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Interview</title><content type='html'>I was called in for the final interview today.  This is the company I've been waiting for the longest time.  I've been totally ignoring other calls from other companies because I know, this company will call me and they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview started at 530pm with a lady named, Nice.  Hmmn...  Nice name.  I think this is going to be a good interview.  She called me in and introduced herself.  We talked for about 30 minutes.  Na-practice ng husto ang English ko.  Kelangan eh.  I'm applying in a call center so kelangan, fluent in English.  I have to impress her, ha ha ha!  I actually worked with this company before but I got an irrestible offer so I left.  Now, I'm coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me why I am coming back to the company?  Well, first, the company's reputation is very recommendable.  Second, the pay is above average.  Third, the culture, you can appproach anybody without hesitation.  Except siguro yung big boss.  You can wear anything pa.  Tsaka marraming ng perks before but now, lalo pa daw dumami.  Ang saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice said that I might be strating work on July 18 tentative date.  They are still finalising my papers.  They should be calling me before that date.  I feel good today.  At last, inde na ako bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horray!  Punta kayo sa house, I will cook pancit palabok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-112064902692875599?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/112064902692875599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=112064902692875599&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112064902692875599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112064902692875599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/07/final-interview.html' title='Final Interview'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-112038430263204637</id><published>2005-07-03T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:51:42.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of Ukay-ukay</title><content type='html'>This is the day for ukay-ukay!  I woke up my hubby at 530am and told him that we are going to my favorite place to shop.  Ang walang kamatayang ukay ukay.  Aba, sabi yata ng sales lady eh today me bago silang stocks.  Kelangang makauna para magaganda pa yung mapili mo.  So yun, alis ng bahay, naka-tsinelas lang ako, fit na pants, sando, cap at malaking bag.  Ayan, ready na ko.  Destination today Ukay in Cubao, susuyurin ko ang place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, dun sa tapsilog, kain muna para madaming energy walking around.  First store, naku naka-tatlong blouse ako for P20 each.  Sabi ng asawa ko, inde ka namimili kung ano daw yung una kong nakita, bili agad.  Oh well, ok na yun ayoko na kasing bumalik pa rito maya-maya.  Dami pa stores na pupuntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second store, aba nakabili ang asawa ko ng isang shorts at isang t-shirt.  Bumili ako ng para sa anak ko, two shirts.  Medyo mahal ang store na ito, naka P350 ako for just 4 items.  Hmmnn...  Pero in fairness, maganda yung items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third store, me nakita akong handwoven na floor rugs for only P20 each.  Makabili nga ng limang piraso.  Tawa ng tawa ang hubby ko, sabi pati ba naman yan?  He, he, he.  Ikot pa sa store, me nakita naman ang hubby ko ng Nike na jacket, binili niya agad for P120.  Me nakita akong rack na ang nakalagay ay 3 for P100.  Attack agad ako, check there, hila dito, hila dun.  Kilatis kito, kilatis dun.  I end up buying 6 blouses for me worth only P200 and 6 shirts for my son worth P200 din.  Yung asawa ko, ganun din, 6 shirts for P200.  Ayos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth store, ito yung me bagong dating.  I expect mahal pa ng konti pero ok na rin kasi ikaw ang unang makakapamili.  Me nakita akong jogging pants.  I bought 3 for P120 each.  Yung hubby ko naman isa lang for P120 rin.  Syempre, me binili rin ako for my son, isang jogging pants din worth P85.  Pagod na ko pero sige pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth store, ikot ako ng ikot, walang maganda.  Sabi ko sa asawa ko, labas na tayo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth store, ayun me nakita akong slacks na white worth P80,binili ko agad.  Yung asawa ko gutom na naman.  Sabi ko, just go and eat then balikan mo ako dito.  Lumbas na siya ng store, eto na ko, pili ng pili pa rin.  Me nakita akong shoes at ang ganda.  Leather, Italian made, hmmm...  sukat ko nga.  Swak!  Binili ko, P350 siya.  Maganda din tong store na ito, ok ang mga items, nakabili din ako ng curtains, 2 sets worth P800.  Maya lang, bumalik na yung hubby ko at me dalang water for me.  Sabi ko, lipat tayo ng store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh store, grabe ngalay na ngalay na yung mga paa ko.  Pagod na ko sobra.  Sabi ng asawa ko dapat kumain daw ako uli.  Anyway, sabi ko last store na ito.  Ikot na naman ako.  Yung hubby ko, surrender na.  Umupo dun sa chair.  Then there it was, the ultimate item for the day, a backpack,Jansport for only P200.  Eto yung gusto kong pack, see through siya.  Yellow ang kulay.  Siyempre, binayaran ko agad.  Baka maunahan pa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated everything na napamili namin, P3225.  Ok na sa dami ng dala ng asawa ko, he he he.  Mukha na siyang kargador.  So there goes my ukay shopping for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mura ang ukay shopping and second hand man siya, signature naman ang clothes mo.  He, he, he.  Actually, inde naman ako after sa signature ng clothes eh. Ang sa akin lang, yung mura, maganda tingnan at siyempre ang kalidad.  Sabi ng minsan ng boss kong Canadian, "Hey, Annalyn, I like your blouse.  Where did you buy it?"  My answer was, "I bought it in UK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-112038430263204637?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/112038430263204637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=112038430263204637&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112038430263204637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112038430263204637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-midst-of-ukay-ukay.html' title='In the midst of Ukay-ukay'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-112020806921087381</id><published>2005-07-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:54:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>Ang tagal kong hindi nag-post.   One of the reason is tamad ako.  Also I don't know what to write.  Tsaka feeling bum talaga ako.  Walang masyadong ginawa sa buhay kundi manood ng DVD at alagaan anak ko, pets ko.  Inde ko na nga inaalagaan ang asawa ko.  Malaki na siya no, alam na niya ang gagawin niya sa buhay, he he he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applying online lang lahat kasi tinatamad akong lumabas.  Me mga nag reply naman pero I end up canceling the interviews.  Kasi ayun, tamad ako.  Sabi nga ng asawa ko, iba-blacklist na daw ako ng mga employers.  Hay, I'm waiting for one company to call me for final interview pero ang tagal nilang mag-reply.  Pero I like that company and I think I'll wait for them to contact me.  I know they will.  Ang lakas ng vibes ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naman ang sa plan ko going to NZ next year to study.  I'm still waiting for the money.  Wala pa rin sa mga magagandang kamay ko.   Hopefully, ok na this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-112020806921087381?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/112020806921087381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=112020806921087381&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112020806921087381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/112020806921087381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/07/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111878858196706354</id><published>2005-06-15T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T06:36:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Mahilig talaga ako sa pets.  We have fishes, birds, cats and dogs sa house.  Inde naman ganun kalaki house namin still I keep on acquiring pets. Ganito na ako since I was a child,  I used to bring home abandoned kittens I saw along the way.  The largest number of cats we've had was 16.  Can you imagine that.  But that's the way I am.  Now we have two new pups, minipins.  Cute little thing.  Malaki pa ang pusa.  One time, naisip ko what if i-breed ko ang minipin at dalmatian?  Ha ha ha, na-i-imagine mo ba ang kalalabasan?  Isipin mo, ulo niya minipin, then yung katawan naman is dalmatian.  Its a freakshow.  Of course, inde ko naman gagawin yung no.  Isipin mo na rin pano gagawin ng minipin at dalmatian yun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111878858196706354?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111878858196706354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111878858196706354&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111878858196706354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111878858196706354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111870023129103173</id><published>2005-06-14T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:03:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unang Araw</title><content type='html'>Unang araw sa school ng anak ko ngayon.  His class starts at 7:30am pero 5:30 palang ginigising ko na.  Sabi tuloy ng asawa ko,excited daw ako masyado.  Kaya eto, makapag-post nga muna.  Actually, me sakit pa rin ako.  Pero konti na lang parang aso na lang akong kumakahol.  Wala na masyado lagnat, ubo't sipon naman.  Hay, this is what happens pag bago-bago na ang panahon.  Kulang yata ako sa vitamin C.  Uminom naman ako daily.  &lt;em&gt;AO &lt;/em&gt;nga ako pagdting sa vitamins.  I have 4 different kinds of pills that I take daily.  Pati anak ko ganun din.  Anyway, handa na ang damit ng anak ko for his first day of school.  Handa na rin ang baon niya.  Blessing in disguise na rin ng wala akong work kasi I can take care of his needs.  Ganun pal yun, wala notebook pag nursery.  Nung kapanahunan ko kasi, walang nursery.  I mean meron pero inde requirement.  Unlike now, kelangan dumaan sa nursery, prep, kinder 1 &amp; 2.  Pero sabi nga nila, pwede daw kumuha ng test ang bata after nursery to jump into kinder 2.  Sana nga kaya ng anak ko.  Ang haba naman kasi ng pre-school requirement na to.  Now, member na ako ng PTA.  I can not imagine.  Parang kelan lang, I was asking my Dad to attend a PTA meeting at school.  Now, I'm the one attending for my son.  Time really flies.  Kaya nga gusto ko ng mag-migrate kami para sa NZ na mag-aaral anak ko.  I promised this to myself, no matter what, ang anak ko sa abroad magha-high school.  Ha  ha ha!  I got lots of time but I don't want to waste it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111870023129103173?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111870023129103173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111870023129103173&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111870023129103173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111870023129103173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/unang-araw.html' title='Unang Araw'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111859993678478575</id><published>2005-06-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:12:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Just another day that I got nothing to do.  I mean, there are house chores but I was not able to do anything about it.  I'm sick.  I got fever.  So I'm bored totally.  I must go and rest now.  Happy Independence Day everyone.  I'm a day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111859993678478575?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111859993678478575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111859993678478575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111859993678478575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111859993678478575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111820997548604746</id><published>2005-06-08T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:52:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I resigned</title><content type='html'>Yes!!!  Today I resigned.  I'm happy but not really.  I said in my previous post that my job is like a dream.  But I have mentioned the downside too.  Now, I want to have my life back, ha ha ha!  This is how it happened, I asked my boss if we are doing fine as  a company and I know the company did not.  So tells me that we lost 3 projects and its affecting the company.  So I decided right there and then, I will resign.  Not that I want to leave my company in its grief, my resignation will save the company some dollars.  Since I have no impending tasks coming up, so I'm leaving.  My boss was saddened by this but he had it coming.  In fact, I already resigned last April due to same reasons.  Still he asked me to consider it for a few days.  But in my heart, I really need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to go and look for a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111820997548604746?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111820997548604746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111820997548604746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111820997548604746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111820997548604746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-i-resigned.html' title='Today, I resigned'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111816734770933055</id><published>2005-06-08T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:02:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaya</title><content type='html'>This is about my son's yaya.  About a month ago, we hired a yaya for my son since he will start school this month.  We need someone to attend to him since my husband and I work.  So I interviewed this girl from Isabela but she's been in Manila for more than 10 years already.  Anyway, I hired her.  We offered her P1,500 since she goes home every weekend and her main tasks is just to look after my son when I'm sleeping during the day.  In fact, she does nothing when I'm asleep, ha ha ha.  My sons plays on his own or goes to her ninang who just lives nearby.  One day, almost a month after we hired her, she left us without giving me reasons why.  I should have asked but knowing me, I won't do that.  I just told her that if that what she wants, that's fine with me.  I gave her her last pay ( we pay her weekly).  Lately, I knew the reason she left.  She and her lover got back together and its time for her to leave my family.  Oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111816734770933055?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111816734770933055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111816734770933055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111816734770933055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111816734770933055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/yaya.html' title='Yaya'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111796006108933629</id><published>2005-06-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:27:41.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday!  I'm here now at home doing a lot of things.  From cleaning and arranging the house to attending all the pets we have.   But the most enjoyable part of all is being with my son and the latest addition to my family, two mini-pinschers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just 3 days old when I bought these cute little pups.  Their mom does not have milk so they sold the pups since they can't take care of them.  Mind you, you have to feed them like infants.  So you have to get up all the night just to feed and defecate them.  But now, the pups are 1 month and 2 weeks old.  Both are healthy and doing very well.  Makukulit na because that's how mini-pinschers are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I was able to acquire these two little darlings.  They gave so much joy to the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son naman is starting school next week.  We are excited!!!  We started teaching him some letters, colors, numbers, animals and etc to him since he was 2 1/2 years old.  Still, we fell a little hesitant and nervous about letting him go to school.  But that's how it is.  As parents, we have to learn how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111796006108933629?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111796006108933629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111796006108933629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111796006108933629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111796006108933629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362010.post-111781559074940479</id><published>2005-06-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:19:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>This is really hilarious.  I got lost looking for the link to create another post for my blog.  It took me around 30 minutes to see where it was.  How &lt;em&gt;tange &lt;/em&gt;of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I really feel like going out for a walk but I can't.  I love to walk when there's not much people around.  It's 12:05am here in the Philippines and its just the start of my work.  I work graveyard for a US company doing customer support.  This is one job that many of my friends envy.  Imagine, working from home, being paid in dollars, DSL paid by the company and you get to spend more time with your family.  Well, yes this is a dream job for Moms like me.  I get to work and at the same time, still have time with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I mean BUT, there is also a downside in this so called dream job.  You will not be able to get your salaries on time.  Sometimes, it could be delayed for at least two months.  This is really hard for people like me with all the obligations you have.  Good thing, my husband is also one hard-working man and provides accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm thinking of resigning soon since the company is unstable.  I'd like to go back to my old call center job.  The salaries in call centers are good.  But I'm getting more that what they are offering me.  So where to now?  I don't know.  I will make up my mind in the next couple of weeks.  Consider some offers and then make my decision.  Hopefully, I make a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111781559074940479?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111781559074940479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111781559074940479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111781559074940479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111781559074940479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</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-13362010.post-111772479868743293</id><published>2005-06-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:06:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog ever</title><content type='html'>Now what can I say?  This is my first blog ever.  After reading other people's blog, I finally made up my mind to have my own too.  I was kind of hesitant at first since I'm really not good at writing.  Not good in expressing my feelings.  In fact what will I say?  Will people read it?  Will I be the only one to read my posts?  Ha ha ha...  As my friend, Allen, said try blogging.  It will release so much of your tensions in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so to relieve this so called tensions, pressures and whatsoever that keeps you on your feet, I'm going to try this.  I don't know if I'm going to do this all the way or just to satisfy my curiousity on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me, I'm married with a 4 year old son, Mac.  My husband is Rey and he works with the Armed Forces of the Philippines.  We have 4 dogs, 2 cats (one of them pregnant), we have lots of small fishes in the aquarium and 4 birds (make that 3 birds cause one of them died, waaah).  I'm working with an e-learning company.  The work is home based which suits me well since tamad akong lumabas.  In other words, I'm kinda boring person.  Wait till you meet me.  Pero sabi naman ng mga friends ko, masayahin akong tao.  Pero I find myself real boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, I don't even know how to end this blog.  So it ends right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362010-111772479868743293?l=helltrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111772479868743293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362010&amp;postID=111772479868743293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111772479868743293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362010/posts/default/111772479868743293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helltrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='My first blog ever'/><author><name>Helltracker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361600855353816271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
