tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172573981311233982011-07-07T18:44:33.045-07:00In the years of my life, I have faced adversity, gone through hardship, enjoyed bright moments. But the truth is that, what's gone is gone. I have to look forward, keep building on my dreams, and accept reality as it goes by. I accepted my fate, strive to write the script of my own destiny. After biting the dust too often, i will now stand up, and fight to build up my will. It's all about survival, and after that... happiness.Millehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190298277719205015noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117257398131123398.post-45511287244601657352010-07-26T20:59:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:00:20.485-07:00Testing.. Testing.. 1 2 3.. hehe..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117257398131123398-4551128724460165735?l=petrozza73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Millehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190298277719205015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117257398131123398.post-29625313255939094432008-07-28T21:20:00.000-07:002008-07-28T21:24:09.609-07:00I got an sms this morning informing me that i have passed a screening test to get involved in a program for franchise business. Naturally, i feel very happy about it. But then somebody from the agency called me and informed me that there is an error and i have in fact failed the test.<br /><br />I feel gutted!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117257398131123398-2962531325593909443?l=petrozza73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Millehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190298277719205015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117257398131123398.post-42453264568127785472008-07-20T10:29:00.000-07:002008-07-20T10:33:22.705-07:00A lot had happened recently. I would be hard pressed to tell all of it here. But I met my old friend, back during my varsity years (nearly 7 years ago).<br /><br />I was surprised that someone actually still remembered me. Wanted to be friends again, after I tore myself from all of them all these years...<br /><br />It feels good to be remembered, and it feels better to be loved and cherished. Times are changing, I can feel it in the air...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117257398131123398-4245326456812778547?l=petrozza73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Millehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190298277719205015noreply@blogger.com1