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Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
My Facebook Friends Are Addicted With Pet Society
Pet Society is a game application in Facebook, powered and created by Playfish Social Games. Pet Society lets you create online interactive pets, capable of connecting and interacting with other pets of your Facebook friends who are using the application. With its styling features, you may customize your pets through provided body color, face, hair, and head styles you can choose from.
Among other features include:
Pets must earn money in order to purchase items for their home, including living room items, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom items, and outfit items. These items are bought from different shops elsewhere in the neighborhood.
Pet Society is known for its Paw Points, which represent the level to which your pet has advanced into. By the time your pet reaches higher paw point levels like levels 35 to 47, the built of your pet's house also changes, so does the number of rooms inside the house.
These cuddly little pets are not only great virtual companions, but they are also fun to be playing with. I could just remember my first emotion when I played ball with my pet Fififishie (I was happy). She's really cute and bubbly.
And here she is,
Pet Society has many features you would want to dig on, invite your friends and visit their pets. Its so much fun. yay! You might consider checking Pet Society Blog and see what's new in the neighborhood.
Thinking About Oral Defense No More!
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[/caption]Earlier we had our final oral defense for our study on Social Capital in relation to a college student's Adjustment to the college life. I am speaking on behalf of my colleagues (Ayl, and Peji) how glad we were to hear from our dear panelists that a re-oral defense is not at all necessary after giving them a very informative and concise discussion on our study, our problems, the results, and conclusions. Though we lack a lot of important details in our book, we were advised to revise our chapter 2 within a week. That's what I am greatful about today. God I'm so grateful.
Couch of the Unfathomable
situated at the corner of the darkened room
is the couch of the unfathomable, where the angel sat
she looked at the darkness that is miserly black
the dim light from the sooty sky illuminated her
while the bottomless pit of the abyss made her sober
the nightingales of the night sang their discant songs
and her sluggish, melancholy spirit devoured them all
her lifeless black torn wings is all that she has
never had she realized that she's one beautiful lass
she felt her heart beating for something
through the absence of awareness she knew there was one thing
but that one thing was left unsaid, dormant and forgotten
the words of the angel kept in silence deep within
the violence of the darkness of the earth she loathed
that made her fall on the ground, and she lost it
her life on earth was wasted, she thought
not realizing that she flew into the sky, where she could
to fly as beautiful as she could in the human world
and help others in their search for the Word
as he angel sat on the couch of the unfathomable
her lifeles black torn wings is healing
until she could finally soar up high into the sky
and sing her melodious and harmonious songs
so that the world will hear again
the sweet air of the angel that once have fallen
on the earth's vicious and violent ground
© 2007 | jeelchristine poems
This poem offers hope after pain. I remembered Daniella and I decided on writing something positive on a papyrus, and this poem was written, as a summary confrontation for all our heartbreaks and painful experiences. It's a time to let go and finally step on the next path our lives.
Friends Vs. Leeches
photo taken from Angelspit
Sometimes, you cannot trust people around you. So make sure who your real friends are and cut all the leeches out.
I was still on my first year in the Psychology program where I experienced being betrayed by a friend, not just any friend but a close friend. It was then that I learned my lesson, that I cant trust anyone. I have lots of friends, but I know too well who my real friends are.
"Bring not every man into thine house: for the deceitful man hath many trains. Like as a partridge taken [and kept] in a cage, so is the heart of the proud; and like as a spy, watcheth he for thy fall: For he lieth in wait, and turneth good into evil, and in things worthy praise will lay blame upon thee. Of a spark of fire a heap of coals is kindled: and a sinful man layeth wait for blood. Take heed of a mischievous man, for he worketh wickedness; lest he bring upon thee a perpetual blot. Receive a stranger into thine house, and he will disturb thee, and turn thee out of thine own."
(Apocrypha: Sirach 11:29-34: Careful In choosing Friends.)
The Verdict
Reading between the lines tenders a sound judgment of ruddiness and inappropriate discernment to the circle which I consider my own other than just a simple organization with a vision, mission principles and goals. The overly un-potentially dangerous lines of the jurist who's approximation to justice with little understanding and too much scape-goating injures me for the most part. However, this brass that I consider more than just a brass but a family the jurist see as a syndicate, a fake brotherhood and sisterhood of sort who's vision they refused to comprehend and they denied to empathize. Little did they know that the people belonging to the circle have moved me in so many ways. They helped me find more hope and trust even to the vehement crimsom nails that lay on the grounds to the rotten grapes of the once purple sky that runs into the veins of mortality. Yes indeed, I see the rain now as merely a friend rather than an enemy. The hidden treasures were found and still on the course of venturing the pieces of gold, silver, diamonds and both beautiful and hazardous gems of no other than the objective person or form of the I. I saw justice and self-acceptance to the once self-denying food that I devoured, producing a consuming pain that blocks personal advancement. Though I haven't reached full actualization, which only a few individual or perhaps no one except the saints and holy Lord Jesus Christ have, my conquest for the truth continues. The long while I ran from the darkest forests to the wildest domain of the wilderness, to the smoothest green pastures of Eden, the long while I discovered truth, honestly, pain, happiness and love. I found how transient they are, even hunger and thirst will soon depart and satisfaction will be palpated and falovoured. The being within me is a permanent resident. Emotions and thoughts are fleeting guests. Bodily impulses, desires and impressions will last. Only the constant, pure and true all powerful Holy Spirit the dwells within my flesh and will never stray and die even if my body will.
I owe a lot from FC, even if the panels of jurists around me declares the most unpeakable verdict ever made, I am ready to submit. Before I acted on a particular execution, I was aware of the possible consequences and I'm ready to face whatever torment is fixed to come upon me, as long as no one from my loved ones will anguish. So be it.
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