tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336510242024-03-07T22:17:07.292+08:00Nuninu<b>One stares blindly into space - the mind completely devoid of thoughts; the eyes wander around aimlessly. Suddenly, the attention is caught by a leaf falling off a tree. Then the mind starts thinking and goes into a NUNINU mode. Then, the idea of posting a blog entry comes to mind.
Hehehe =P</b>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-12990866846174857272009-01-06T22:59:00.002+08:002009-01-06T23:03:56.929+08:00Just sharingGot this forwarded message from Shai, thanks Shai for sharing... :)<br /><br /><blockquote>God reserves something special for you... there is more to your life than you ever thought... there is more to your story than what you have read... there is more to your song than what you have sung... a good author saves the best for last... a great composer keeps his finest, for the finish... and God, the author of life, a composer of hope, has done the same for you... the best is yet to come... be there when God whispers your name.</blockquote>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-23488002418761792412008-11-15T15:55:00.007+08:002008-11-15T17:39:31.174+08:00When it rains, it pours...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq-5hNLueSD6KBuu1wwvjxWOkbj_edrJ0VY2dl_nIQLHonJZ4Qd3-J9sXYo2vj55-g-3oBmDj25YeDA0vclXsHCwW6gFRRTXyPk4zgZ2nG6NjdvMDQYZOAANNWnPQm09wPZHZ/s1600-h/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268815467006455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq-5hNLueSD6KBuu1wwvjxWOkbj_edrJ0VY2dl_nIQLHonJZ4Qd3-J9sXYo2vj55-g-3oBmDj25YeDA0vclXsHCwW6gFRRTXyPk4zgZ2nG6NjdvMDQYZOAANNWnPQm09wPZHZ/s320/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKEgeEnYp-f_Fh63eb6Pl4sy-aJ-lQQNLHbfNJ-FtNslqk8bbkbvCPTX1OG3N1OVE6oLao2vywNTVlymWMG6dKPkxdKW16e7V00m82C8RZLBCa2aZwl5WRJ3WZJJsrj6P6fpl/s1600-h/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif"></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>After a year and 13 days, I am finally updating my blog. I was not able to find time before, but now I suddenly do! Is it because I finally made time or is it because I finally found something worth blogging about? Hehehe... nuninu mode once again...<br /><br /><br />Anyways... cliche na kung cliche, but when it rains, it really does pour, doesn't it?<br /></p><br /><ol><br /><li>You keep a list of the things you need to do, but couldn't find the time to do it due to numerous meetings and issues you have to attend to. You carefully list down all activities you need to get done, but you get called in meetings. You beg off, but you are informed you have no choice in the matter anyway. Hay... there goes my day...</li><br /><br /><li>And so you look forward to working at home because you couldn't get things done in the office. As you prepare to go home to get those emails out of the way, you find out that your landline was temporarily cut off due to maintenance work. There goes my internet connectivity...</li><br /><br /><li>But before you go home, you look forward to spending time with your significant other. Have that regular dinner scheduled on a fixed day of the week, only to have it cancelled at the last minute, because like you, he had to finish a lot of stuff for work. There goes my social life... ehehe!</li><br /><br /><li>Since you have no choice but to go home a little bit early, you look forward to eating delicious home-cooked meals, only to receive a text message from your mom telling you to have dinner before going home as she chose that exact same day not to bother cooking dinner. Hay... so either McDo or Jollibee drive-thru it is.</li><br /><br /><li>Things are cool, you can still handle it. Even if internet is down, and you couldn't get work done, there are still those favorite TV programs to look forward to! It has been weeks since you last watched your favorite show. As you make your way home, you receive a text message from mom saying that the landline maintenance activity also affected your cable TV! Naku! Sino mananalo sa reward challenge ng Survivor Philippines? Charing!</li><br /><br /><li>"Oh, and btw," mom said. "If you plan to freshen up before going to bed, I suggest you get home early as there is a scheduled maintenance work from 10PM to 4AM tonight. They will temporarily cut off our water supply." </li></ol><br /><br /><p>I was actually waiting for mom to say, "anak, better stay somewhere else tonight because they're also temporarily cutting off our electricity." I was already expecting it actually, buti nalang it didn't come to that.</p><br /><p>I decided to catch up on my leisure reading nalang that night. :)</p>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-32463634117049886742007-11-02T01:30:00.000+08:002007-11-02T01:38:33.334+08:00At being successful...I'm not much of a risk taker, but somehow, i think the time has come for me to start looking at other possibilities. They say that opportunity only knocks once, and I've every intention of welcoming this one with arms open widest. =D<br /><br /><blockquote>People begin to become successful the minute they decide to be.</blockquote>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-24756642894045159252007-10-06T14:37:00.000+08:002007-10-06T14:42:20.064+08:00One of the things I have to put up with...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNU6KRt4rgsK9U9RQd-7GhN6o0q7vyob-XLQwQlLomn0IMkIs7JbcayRki4LqpNZkSlD6QGPVyaMObx5R2PQodsOyuBvW4dSNWKHAW0BJx06G_47sBYaaZavoyxwLsaRNfdw5D/s1600-h/galit.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNU6KRt4rgsK9U9RQd-7GhN6o0q7vyob-XLQwQlLomn0IMkIs7JbcayRki4LqpNZkSlD6QGPVyaMObx5R2PQodsOyuBvW4dSNWKHAW0BJx06G_47sBYaaZavoyxwLsaRNfdw5D/s320/galit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118110278252614146" border="0" /></a>It's been a while since my last post. So many things have happened since then, and there are so many things to do. Most of my free time is taken up by work and that's not healthy anymore.<br /><br />Just recently, I find myself making an easy decision about staffing at work. To a certain extent, I felt uneasy about the decision I had to make. I know that someone won't be happy about it, but then I thought, this person will understand. And then I get the cold shoulder treatment...<br /><br />One of the things I have to put up with lately... making a decision that I know would sacrifice the friendship I've built.<br /><br />Being in the position that I am in right now doesn't mean that I have the power to grant everybody's wishes. I just wish people would understand that.Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-72748898840188121342007-08-22T23:51:00.000+08:002007-08-23T00:12:00.634+08:00Sad stories na naman si Idj...You seek the company of that one person you most miss but there is absolutely nothing you can do to make that happen. <br /><br />And so you seek the company of friends and grab that chance to spend time with them when an invite is given.<br /><br />You simply feel that you must be with other people to take yourself away from a state of loneliness.<br /><br />I miss my baby...<br /><br />I thought we'll get to see each other again in exactly 10 days. But when I talked to him early this evening, he said that he was asked to stay on for a couple more weeks.<br /><br />It sucks to be me...Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-9881021993705101582007-08-07T00:08:00.000+08:002007-08-07T00:21:26.303+08:00My Visual DNA<embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" name="widget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-33E5AA4.jpeg&c1=&i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&c2=&i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&c3=&i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&c4=&i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&c5=&i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&c6=&i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6514DF33.jpeg&c7=&i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&c8=&i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C9D8418.jpeg&c9=&i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&c10=&i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&c11=&i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&c12=&i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&c13=&bgcolor=##000000&habitslabel=HIGH%20TIME%20ROLLER&moodlabel=EASY%20RIDER%20&funlabel=CONQUEROR&lovelabel=PART%20TIME%20LOVER&userhome=http://friends.imagini.net/@1195455-3048" align="middle" height="240" width="340"></embed> <div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(150, 150, 150); padding: 5px 0pt 0pt; text-align: center; width: 340px; height: 25px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://friends.imagini.net/@1195455-3048" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Read my VisualDNA</a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:10;" >™</span> <a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Get your own VisualDNA™</a></div><br /><br />Got this from Moja and TinaPIE and Kim P.<br /><br />Kev also gave me the link to this before...<br /><br />This makes me think... is this really me??? Hehehe...Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-14484900256523222422007-08-05T21:06:00.000+08:002007-08-05T22:17:48.317+08:00Our HK Trip - Day 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXR8O-FjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6rPmtADr6o/s1600-h/disney-kev.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXR8O-FjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6rPmtADr6o/s320/disney-kev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095209386180447378" border="0" /></a>And off to HK Disneyland Resort we go. We were advised not to go there in the morning as we will be bored to death by 5pm and might not have the energy to stay until the fireworks show at 9pm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTBu-FjLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veLpoXPiCbo/s1600-h/disney-idj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTBu-FjLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veLpoXPiCbo/s320/disney-idj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095210580181355698" border="0" /></a>Zarah gave us advice on which attractions are must sees and which rides we shouldn't bother with. We also took a copy of the Magical Tips brochure to make sure that we won't miss out on the main attractions of the park.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Main Street USA<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8__h-ULHQv3jZktYjLcjPYyaWd_PyDafBBGCQMRPWXpmV-M-WEWNWNNylrcGqRpGTujEiZ5gjk6H2O6T9ikdISBi7eyzZpmxReOeD2InUfMb0pdDTnzLqlMA_xenYNP_tL-R/s1600-h/main-street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8__h-ULHQv3jZktYjLcjPYyaWd_PyDafBBGCQMRPWXpmV-M-WEWNWNNylrcGqRpGTujEiZ5gjk6H2O6T9ikdISBi7eyzZpmxReOeD2InUfMb0pdDTnzLqlMA_xenYNP_tL-R/s320/main-street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211039742856386" border="0" /></a>Shops, restaurants, museums and more shops are located along Main Street USA. This is also the best spot to watch parades. Sad to say we missed <span style="font-weight: bold;">Disney on Parade</span>. We only got to see the last car where Mickey and his friends were at.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA8LROP87CMVgRLJ7s8POGhfFmFqntmmauh_JJLDaTlfR4pX_7B3JRCBtzHMwQuO6kLdYkEWTjWRq5p30cicMWUhJMx3XVQ5xCgzM85AeHTPSllWS-GirCyLtQ7WVMtybjnZ9/s1600-h/disney-on-parade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA8LROP87CMVgRLJ7s8POGhfFmFqntmmauh_JJLDaTlfR4pX_7B3JRCBtzHMwQuO6kLdYkEWTjWRq5p30cicMWUhJMx3XVQ5xCgzM85AeHTPSllWS-GirCyLtQ7WVMtybjnZ9/s320/disney-on-parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211404815076562" border="0" /></a>Kev and I secured a great viewing spot though for Mickey's <span style="font-weight: bold;">Waterworks Parade</span>. We got wet, of course, but with the heat and being the hottest day ever in HK, we welcomed the water with open arms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyubiTQznY-D9zUH6W-cr20uP9NSD06qKhKG7zURccMUx3iFoCxuQ-c5uyWlA-4E0CSbb90odFJRdCBKHa6pVxge4AnTi1fVT2KtGaEp-EwSMLXRU6tBtDK-G9FvdZYKf-oSe/s1600-h/water2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyubiTQznY-D9zUH6W-cr20uP9NSD06qKhKG7zURccMUx3iFoCxuQ-c5uyWlA-4E0CSbb90odFJRdCBKHa6pVxge4AnTi1fVT2KtGaEp-EwSMLXRU6tBtDK-G9FvdZYKf-oSe/s320/water2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211988930628834" border="0" /></a>Come 8:45pm, Kev and I headed to Main Street USA, and tried to secure viewing spots for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Disney in the Stars Fireworks show</span>. The fireworks display was not as spectacular as others I've witnessed. However, what set it apart is how the fireworks, the animation shown on Sleeping Beauty's castle walls and the music are synchronized. It was a nice show, but it wasn't that much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UsuPtxrv8qehh0G11Srhy0TgkwiZu2k7HJGw7Hfac5DDyE5BtrOuAx3YHseJ63RPgtsUE5qKYTuGDIYLRZHM851hWvWXeiWTzHJnZ-64tA7jukbIozZgPAc2jtxZBdn6GdAU/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UsuPtxrv8qehh0G11Srhy0TgkwiZu2k7HJGw7Hfac5DDyE5BtrOuAx3YHseJ63RPgtsUE5qKYTuGDIYLRZHM851hWvWXeiWTzHJnZ-64tA7jukbIozZgPAc2jtxZBdn6GdAU/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095212706190167282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Fantasyland<br /><br /></span></span>We didn't ride the carousel, or the Mad Hatter's Tea Cup, or the other rides offered. Instead, we took time to watch <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mickey's PhilharMagic</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Golden Mickeys</span> shows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbjoD685_WyK6bgBsKC2zfEl71_BmKCKvRpxs5djm_cwMtuHUDcFiwt2MKSJ6dgPYLCzAoe1NbNZBqeQOc5W9Z1ctjcMM1pMUDjeoJYmMXKBiaZyzX1WxaQ2mv5BvDE0tEIOS/s1600-h/fantasy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbjoD685_WyK6bgBsKC2zfEl71_BmKCKvRpxs5djm_cwMtuHUDcFiwt2MKSJ6dgPYLCzAoe1NbNZBqeQOc5W9Z1ctjcMM1pMUDjeoJYmMXKBiaZyzX1WxaQ2mv5BvDE0tEIOS/s320/fantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095213423449705730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mickey's PhilharMagic</span> is a 3-D show that features memorable moments in various Disney animated movies. You'll get to smell the dessert, or be forced to duck to avoid that object being thrown at you, or experience that magic carpet ride.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuoaBqMxpSLiMifjO6-dnUNi05i5fV1UZhybW0RCMLE5ZMFaLJNsxVPiM5U64PrHV8x6hqQAaW8LAGGL9FXiuPW4JWruB49wVfc1ivIrh_m8j5KryBKktqggtJyWRSWIviwTc/s1600-h/philhar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuoaBqMxpSLiMifjO6-dnUNi05i5fV1UZhybW0RCMLE5ZMFaLJNsxVPiM5U64PrHV8x6hqQAaW8LAGGL9FXiuPW4JWruB49wVfc1ivIrh_m8j5KryBKktqggtJyWRSWIviwTc/s320/philhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095213921665912082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Golden Mickeys</span> is an awards show turned musical. Favorite Disney characters performed live. However, once the show started, dismay replaced my excitement as the host started speaking Chinese, with the screen at the right side of the stage flashing English translations. So instead of watching the stage, non-Chinese speaking audience had to crane their necks to view the translation. Good thing though that all the songs are in English...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyPZ2w-eVUxtCAfEQzlcWT4oDWa1qzinknqSJxeCGaZJFOIYZYWL4yt7HLREPmZVhKitHD-3b3vfzz1lqpIq9dbP-U04ApGK_ViVIG8uA_teLWzi43lXsBxVS-qAHbpFnHJVY/s1600-h/golden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyPZ2w-eVUxtCAfEQzlcWT4oDWa1qzinknqSJxeCGaZJFOIYZYWL4yt7HLREPmZVhKitHD-3b3vfzz1lqpIq9dbP-U04ApGK_ViVIG8uA_teLWzi43lXsBxVS-qAHbpFnHJVY/s320/golden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095214338277739810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tomorrowland</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXXPu-FjTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MEs6-NgKvsc/s1600-h/tomorrow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXXPu-FjTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MEs6-NgKvsc/s320/tomorrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095215218746035506" border="0" /></a>A la Planetarium - this is how a former colleague described the interiors of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Space Mountain</span>. What's cool about this is that it houses a roller coaster ride that doesn't give a clue which way the track goes. One just had to brace oneself for sudden dips or unexpected sharp turns; and when one looks around, only the galaxy could be seen. When the ride slows down, a flash will go off which means a picture was taken. When you step out into the light, pictures are displayed. I am happy to say that Kev and I look great in our picture! ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtL9mzrajsFt6yb7hVKd1t5Q-4MJPS9HPR_Q7xLvnq_dN3s6ZBAEY9w2hlnU3jBa4j610olSkeVfcp1kz64Vr77ch67Y1M4NU0xLDJwq6LAltK_CylscCd8OG-usG41KcwIT8/s1600-h/spae.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtL9mzrajsFt6yb7hVKd1t5Q-4MJPS9HPR_Q7xLvnq_dN3s6ZBAEY9w2hlnU3jBa4j610olSkeVfcp1kz64Vr77ch67Y1M4NU0xLDJwq6LAltK_CylscCd8OG-usG41KcwIT8/s320/spae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095216253833153858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters</span> - a fun and slow ride where riders are equipped with "laser guns" and get to shoot space aliens. With 2 people in 1 car, you'll get into a friendly competition, both striving to get the higher score and level. I beat Kev by more than 20,000 points!!! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXYeu-FjVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HpUppUECluI/s1600-h/astro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXYeu-FjVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HpUppUECluI/s320/astro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095216575955701074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Adventureland turned Pirateland</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyet9cGTH-BdQSb-zk_6tzFWJjB2qD1f6AfmSlkDbIGOC7fMrEY68gmGdgZYFmdAkvUU9ZU5BJ1kfCc_gvPaxACztEU5O0s0zFGRP4HbmM-9GlGvcmcJHvmuXO9OIroOxad004/s1600-h/jack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyet9cGTH-BdQSb-zk_6tzFWJjB2qD1f6AfmSlkDbIGOC7fMrEY68gmGdgZYFmdAkvUU9ZU5BJ1kfCc_gvPaxACztEU5O0s0zFGRP4HbmM-9GlGvcmcJHvmuXO9OIroOxad004/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095218512985951586" border="0" /></a>To quote Magical Tips brochure, "A humorous tour guide will take you along this 8-minute journey (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Jungle River Cruise</span>), taking you to see many wild animals. Be careful though - there could be some danger ahead!" Hmmm... 8-minute journey around the river - check; wild animals - check; some sort of danger - check; humorous tour guide - erm... I didn't understand a word he said because he was speaking Cantonese. Although maybe its safe to say that he is funny, because all Chinese-speaking passengers were laughing at whatever the guide was saying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_P09eAhR34keA8i8HSvgXMDHkk5nuS0ops30XUC6O20Wws3WYArdkTaBxNvsFub1oysQXTDQJ4_YZ7XWGem1Mt6cwVSi1Yk_MPAQCaG-Ca871Cpb0FghdMV1UJ2_l6NzpMBc/s1600-h/lion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_P09eAhR34keA8i8HSvgXMDHkk5nuS0ops30XUC6O20Wws3WYArdkTaBxNvsFub1oysQXTDQJ4_YZ7XWGem1Mt6cwVSi1Yk_MPAQCaG-Ca871Cpb0FghdMV1UJ2_l6NzpMBc/s320/lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095218886648106354" border="0" /></a>Compared to The Golden Mickeys, I liked the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Festival of the Lion King</span> show better. The language spoken throughout was English, and it showcased really great talents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mpRBZTosb3oiZSrmtbm4H6hNgrDc7JFVLR8hJkZAvQ8vbzEhW8T8bmcSSWi1DvdZVPJkUmc-pb86hkfDpQKzxTFYNMakU33TizwyYaofFCsldcZxUtcAtTyo7g2fwxBIR3pc/s1600-h/express.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mpRBZTosb3oiZSrmtbm4H6hNgrDc7JFVLR8hJkZAvQ8vbzEhW8T8bmcSSWi1DvdZVPJkUmc-pb86hkfDpQKzxTFYNMakU33TizwyYaofFCsldcZxUtcAtTyo7g2fwxBIR3pc/s320/express.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219423519018370" border="0" /></a>That's it for Day 2. Day 3 was uneventful. It was hot. We went to Central, to check-in our luggage, then back to Causeway Bay to shop a little. My feet hurt from all the walking. I bought a pair of uber comfy flip flops, then we both decided to head to the airport so that we can just make tambay while waiting to fly back home.Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-44326247035199985842007-07-31T14:25:00.000+08:002007-08-02T00:37:46.710+08:00Our HK Trip - Day 1Kev and I finally had the chance to go on that much awaited vacation. In our 6 years together, we never had been fortunate enough to go on a holiday by ourselves. And so we were super duper excited about our HK trip, especially our visit to HK Disneyland - the child in us wanted to see this resort so bad and we finally had that wish come true last weekend. More on this later...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aRZyLx77iElbbvyNsuevgDWkHblu859fHnWdHpwj0UBpBaBKY-jiXBxoB_6WOfemxuqOlX7C03PN7qXpjmjt8DDPicqajMrP0WLhO5ZHe5enX5C8x4FeAlaKa635-9hB3JmC/s1600-h/disney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aRZyLx77iElbbvyNsuevgDWkHblu859fHnWdHpwj0UBpBaBKY-jiXBxoB_6WOfemxuqOlX7C03PN7qXpjmjt8DDPicqajMrP0WLhO5ZHe5enX5C8x4FeAlaKa635-9hB3JmC/s320/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093767866306890786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >A lot of time wasted upon arrival at HKIA last Friday...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMbwY0c98LR0REcTie7Ee8GNyYlvsDJrBKSQOuJedUbC7bn_D36qnbJ-_slNsl3m0z4jYivdsgv6UBNMPRfSAzmXiyH3b9IB8TSHbyinVByqNvVe-Tv0Pm15NX4rCvjiq-_10/s1600-h/airport.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMbwY0c98LR0REcTie7Ee8GNyYlvsDJrBKSQOuJedUbC7bn_D36qnbJ-_slNsl3m0z4jYivdsgv6UBNMPRfSAzmXiyH3b9IB8TSHbyinVByqNvVe-Tv0Pm15NX4rCvjiq-_10/s320/airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093768832674532402" border="0" /></a>I was a bit absent-minded upon my arrival at HKIA. As soon as the plane stopped moving, I turned my ipod on. I was happily mouthing the words to a song, while making my way towards the immigration counter. The line to the counter was long, but then again, it was the busiest time of the day.<br /><br />I was already the 3rd person from the front when I suddenly realized that I didn't fill out an arrival card. And so I had to go all the way back to fill that out and had to fall in line again - which, by the way, is a very long line - at a different counter this time to save face... =P<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">If you want comfort, don't go stringent on your budget</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfaVa92CXtZ3Ma7v7pccJT7jumHK12CfJbLLoYoEcvAV1n6oA0Z4B72IRxJU-LOeJSZblnBuJ-mTD66zTCZ3z5Pgou_izf3UTjRNrp1tV4nttOu7frEGsiKLpS1ZA7i8t-kCH/s1600-h/hostel-room.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfaVa92CXtZ3Ma7v7pccJT7jumHK12CfJbLLoYoEcvAV1n6oA0Z4B72IRxJU-LOeJSZblnBuJ-mTD66zTCZ3z5Pgou_izf3UTjRNrp1tV4nttOu7frEGsiKLpS1ZA7i8t-kCH/s320/hostel-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093769464034724930" border="0" /></a>To cut costs, Kev and I decided to reserve a room at a hostel. You see, we only need a room to sleep in, as we expect to be spending most of our time outdoors. So the hostel we chose did not require us to pay deposit - just the confirmation number should've sufficed.<br /><br />I went to the hostel's admin office, and was expecting to be greeted by a pleasant lady, whom I've spoken on the phone with. So I was a bit surprised to be greeted in halting English by one of the Chinese staff. I explained that I was not able to print out my confirmation email but I have my reference number. But it appeared they didn't understand a word I said. This Chinese guy talked to me in Cantonese and using a calculator quoted a room rate, which is a bit more expensive than the rate confirmed to me. I had to explain several times that the rate confirmed to me was lower, but they could not seem to understand.<br /><br />I pointed my finger to the computer monitor, gestured typing motions with my fingers, as I said, "I'll show you email."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYJ_I2QbWlpx-f0telUe3zbC0b5SdXaUPYHG-KYAfq9lZKvUZGDN1CxTnNlOE_oc2PcspbEtP595kC0_0n8OsLCLl2n_kvcu5YZEvOVNTJOB4AQCPd7oH0VDoRlW5H0s7bJrX/s1600-h/hotel-room.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYJ_I2QbWlpx-f0telUe3zbC0b5SdXaUPYHG-KYAfq9lZKvUZGDN1CxTnNlOE_oc2PcspbEtP595kC0_0n8OsLCLl2n_kvcu5YZEvOVNTJOB4AQCPd7oH0VDoRlW5H0s7bJrX/s320/hotel-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093770400337595474" border="0" /></a>I opened my inbox, showed them the confirmation email I received from them, before they finally agreed to the rate I was insisting and the room type that I booked. I checked the facilities as soon as I was showed the room, and the flush to the toilet is not working!!! No biggie, I'll insist with Kev that we spend the night at his hotel room instead, where he is confirmed for check-out on Saturday. But how are we supposed to survive on Saturday and Sunday with a toilet that won't flush? We ended up using the common facilities at the hostel, which is right across the hallway from our room.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />I got lost in Causeway Bay<br /><br /></span></span>It has been a while since my last HK trip. I know my way around Central very much, but the only time I ventured Causeway Bay on my own, I got lost. And then last Friday, I got lost again...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHpkt-fUGaEECsSAU2fjBP0pHeS82q4RTaMMhjkUrFy6RKiWpg69wCQiLOEzqUCnefpQComuTrJ10Lf4m1zFiFmZbme4n9Xa1oK6oB_IM79dq2LmffNq6VCehhccVKxdgxjDr/s1600-h/causeway-bay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHpkt-fUGaEECsSAU2fjBP0pHeS82q4RTaMMhjkUrFy6RKiWpg69wCQiLOEzqUCnefpQComuTrJ10Lf4m1zFiFmZbme4n9Xa1oK6oB_IM79dq2LmffNq6VCehhccVKxdgxjDr/s320/causeway-bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093771456899550306" border="0" /></a><br />I never had a problem reading maps before, but for some reason, I couldn't navigate my way around Causeway Bay that day. I was on my mobile talking to Kev as I was supposed to be going to his hotel. He ended up telling me to stay put and to identify the nearest landmarks and he'll go to me instead. Hahaha... talk about bloopers in HK man!!!<br /><br />We planned to go shopping before meeting up with old colleagues for dinner - but it was not meant to be. Kev and I finally met at around 7pm, and we only had 30 minutes left before we had to meet up with them. And so, we quickly made our way back to his hotel to meet with the group.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dinner was so expensive!!!</span></span><br /><br />Erm...okay...<br /><br />So we met with former colleagues, and not everyone had that much money to spare. We didn't have a say as to what food should be ordered, none of us even had a look at the menu, ergo, none of us had any idea how much the food cost at that resto.<br /><br />But food was great, so who am I to complain?<br /><br />So finally it was time to pay the bill, and we all had to pay HK$ 170 each!!! Converted to Peso, that would be about PHP1020!!! And I didn't even get to eat that much!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My slight adventure with HK street food</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlRs3lvMV01tx0Aw5ly-bOXZygtRiFWNXgU_0YtduxwP-1nrzcGXgfR28S2UX2_b3uMTbAb5FZO2wDQCQI3Ry_J2mXj0LL9PLFYWCK1Fs3fCkd_pSvmOPyY8u-GShqipLSoYj/s1600-h/hk-streetfood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlRs3lvMV01tx0Aw5ly-bOXZygtRiFWNXgU_0YtduxwP-1nrzcGXgfR28S2UX2_b3uMTbAb5FZO2wDQCQI3Ry_J2mXj0LL9PLFYWCK1Fs3fCkd_pSvmOPyY8u-GShqipLSoYj/s320/hk-streetfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093772015245298802" border="0" /></a>The last time I saw Zarah was in Greenbelt early this year... and so I was very much looking forward to seeing her in HK again. Since she was also a former colleague, she was invited to join us for dinner. But when she finally arrived, all the food are gone. So we decided to walk around the city and go shopping while some of the shops are still open.<br /><br />But in the midst of our shopping, this girl made me eat HK isaw!!! HK fish balls, that is way better than pinas fish balls, and HK ox tripes, smothered with mustard a la wasabi... weird combination, but it was very good!Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-58483766439576130452007-07-08T18:47:00.000+08:002007-07-08T18:55:45.807+08:00I have a new pet ;-)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UsIfGfeVj-NGoYfYSJZAebhs3IUvy5DMmnCjYEx5jFcTGLPpOesLpQS4NZb9IkMphIsghC8FfmY_mXNAdgTkZJQXfX1YD9GCBnpg24PVqv917Zisq5jN0hum86g_xOpxLpZp/s1600-h/CIMG0450.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084776717814329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UsIfGfeVj-NGoYfYSJZAebhs3IUvy5DMmnCjYEx5jFcTGLPpOesLpQS4NZb9IkMphIsghC8FfmY_mXNAdgTkZJQXfX1YD9GCBnpg24PVqv917Zisq5jN0hum86g_xOpxLpZp/s320/CIMG0450.png" border="0" /></a> Isn't it cute? =D</div>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-66979269879589388542007-07-01T15:45:00.000+08:002007-07-01T16:29:35.627+08:00Transformers is KEWL!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqJTkL1Tka__yQvxLIcutmqveeA99qEz4md6lZLgDr3T5WCFWMmiAsibBPlSS46zXvqOj44M5N7nPYhcdqWIy0pZG-LtIn0l1v8qIr5qEtSdEmRYHRcK13fr1k3B3KxB2bRU1/s1600-h/transformers.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqJTkL1Tka__yQvxLIcutmqveeA99qEz4md6lZLgDr3T5WCFWMmiAsibBPlSS46zXvqOj44M5N7nPYhcdqWIy0pZG-LtIn0l1v8qIr5qEtSdEmRYHRcK13fr1k3B3KxB2bRU1/s200/transformers.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082139294361972546" border="0" /></a>No spoilers here... I promise!!! ;-)<br /><br />Kev and I watched The Transformers last Friday. I wasn't expecting to enjoy the movie. I thought it was going to be 2 hours and 10 minutes of continuous action that only boys would enjoy.<br /><br />I wasn't a follower of the Transformers when I was a kid. Occasionally, I would catch an episode on tv, just because kuya is watching, and he wouldn't allow me to switch channels. The only character I recognize is Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, both protagonists in the story. The only lines in the theme song I can recall is "The transformers, more than meets the eye." That was about the extent of my Transformers knowledge, of course in addition to the fact that they transform from robots to jets, choppers, guns, trucks, cars, etc. and vice versa.<br /><br />The minute I saw the galaxy on the screen, I was hooked. Halfway through the movie, I wanted to visit the lady's room, but I couldn't get off my seat. Hehehe... Uhm... I wanted to share what scenes in the movie I like best, but I know that some of you haven't seen the movie yet. I don't want to post anything that would spoil anyone's fun.<br /><br />So there... I just wanted to say TRANSFORMERS IS KEWL!!! I want to watch it again! For those of you who haven't seen it, go to the nearest movie house and watch it - NOW!!! Hehehe... I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did.Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-2567114822551911912007-07-01T15:03:00.000+08:002007-07-01T15:38:22.959+08:00Just another ordinary day - or so I thoughtLast Friday, I hit the big 3-0. Just a few minutes before 12 midnight, my mom came barging in my room, singing happy birthday at the top of her lungs - that was so cute! Hehehe... Kuya started arguing that it wasn't even 12 yet so it wasn't my birthday yet. My sister soon joined in, saying that my birthday is several minutes yet to come and that the clock in my mom's room is advanced, so she better hold her horses. Nonetheless, my mom gave me a kiss and a big hug. Soon after, text messages from friends and loved ones started coming in.<br /><br />Just like any ordinary day, I planned to come to work extra early this day. As usual, I hit the snooze button as soon as my alarm clock went off. Its a good thing that a couple of my colleagues, who are on the same trip together with their loved ones decided to ring me at 7:30am. Otherwise, I would have been late coming to work that day.<br /><br />Just like any ordinary day, my sister was running late, and so she was singing her favorite tune, "Hurry up ate and let's share a cab to work. I'm running late." Ever the giving ate as I always am, I hurried dressing up and finished preparing in record time. When we were about to leave, we teasingly asked kuya to bring us to work, since its my birthday and all. He agreed! So we got a free ride to work that day! I wish everyday is natal day...<br /><br />Just like any ordinary day, I was on budget mode. I wasn't planning to treat anyone for lunch or merienda for that matter, because I didn't want to leave anyone out. To save the day, Leigh arrived with a big birthday cake that was meant to be shared by all my friends in the office. Instant birthday party! Instant celebration! So thanks Zimmies for sharing it with me. Thanks to my portfolio team for printing out a personalized birthday card, and having people sign it. I was touched by the message - "wag ka na sad ha!" I assure you dear teammates, I am not sad anymore. That was just a real bad case of birthday blues.<br /><br />Just like any other birthday celebration, I was on my way home to have dinner with my family. However, my sister asked if we could celebrate both our birthdays this weekend instead. So unlike other birthdays I celebrated, Kev and I had a nice dinner somewhere and watched a kewl movie after. The movie was great! <br /><br />All in all, I'd say my day has been perfect - ordinary somewhat, and yet not so much! :)Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-52128604136266316002007-06-25T12:53:00.000+08:002007-07-01T16:28:24.573+08:00My blog has got a new lookKev took the time to revamp my blog template. Doesn't it look kewl?<br /><br />Thanks By! With a template like this, I'd be more inclined to post new entries. I just wish I'll have the time though...<br /><br />You're probably asking, what's with the logo? Bakit dahon? Erm... actually, i don't know. Hehehe... Kev doesn't know either. Let's try to make a story out of it. Shall we?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsUICnDQXhRo59qEkltS6mTcN096XvGDL9WpjNAe_q5I5aBjtLHVutyGenH-88yHkt6iqpgS_WsqdPiNXV3CuqS6O6cPLufoMWXRccJQSh0mXQ8fi0uX0ztGhPgAg49WS1l4t/s1600-h/nuninulogomm2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsUICnDQXhRo59qEkltS6mTcN096XvGDL9WpjNAe_q5I5aBjtLHVutyGenH-88yHkt6iqpgS_WsqdPiNXV3CuqS6O6cPLufoMWXRccJQSh0mXQ8fi0uX0ztGhPgAg49WS1l4t/s320/nuninulogomm2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079869168415874882" border="0" /></a>One is staring blindly into space - the mind completely devoid of thoughts; the eyes wandering around aimlessly. Suddenly, the attention is caught by a leaf falling off a tree. Then the mind gets to start thinking. It goes into a Nuninu mode. Then, the idea of posting a blog entry comes to mind.<br /><br />How's that for justification? =PIdjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-5968656671159493802007-06-24T13:08:00.000+08:002007-06-24T13:14:50.509+08:00My Playlist for Today<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am one of those people who can't concentrate without some sort of noise in the background. I don't care what chaos goes on around me - as long as it is not quiet, then I'm good. So I set my ipod to randomly play songs as I do some operational stuff this weekend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First song on the list - </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Bad Day</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. What is it with this song that every time I hear it, i feel like my world is about to end? All of a sudden, my insecurities rise up to the surface - then I start to pity myself; my problems require immediate attention - then I get frustrated by not knowing how to deal with it right away; all my issues need resolution ASAP - like hell I could think of something just like that!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I move on to the next song - </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Message In a Bottle</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. "Just a castaway, an island lost at sea... another lonely day with no one here but me... more loneliness than any man could bear... rescue me before I fall into despair...I'll send an SOS to the world... I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle... sending out an SOS..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Next song please - </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Run</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. "Yeah, I run, have I got a long way to run..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kill me now, I guess... Hehehe... </span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-70992994485801639112007-06-22T00:42:00.000+08:002007-06-22T00:53:05.427+08:00Tagged by Moja<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!</span><br /><ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>I am a middle child - proud to say i'm not the black sheep of the family... I think...</li><li>I am a frustrated ballerina - that's why I love those ballet movies and novels. But I'm only familiar with Swan Lake. Hehehe...</li><li>I enjoy spontaneity</li><li>I work best under pressure - i think</li><li>I am so frustrated by the demands of my job and I do wonder how long I'll last - but I love what I do :)</li><li>I find it hard thinking of random things about myself when I'm asked. But when I'm not forced to think about my attributes, its very easy to make a list.</li><li>In a few days, I'll be turning 30. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >OMG!!! I AM OLD!!!</span></li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So there Moja! I made time for this... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am tagging Tina (she never does memes), Carlo, Ed, Mimon (this guy doesn't do surveys either), Weena, Noel and Kim P.</span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-76148894344006902192007-06-17T22:50:00.000+08:002007-06-17T23:58:59.142+08:00She's Leaving Us!!!<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeAHXa_tBUQ0XhPAThFRpeSGF39vvdzQzhmEtKP0ilPxz2eme6PsZsZyo0HZ-nrXwUGIn8qnofuW9raGq26qTGzUAMiTHaaKc5IygqtnynUwa9ZAycyk_nipBJbyqVsz4n0ne/s1600-h/missie.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeAHXa_tBUQ0XhPAThFRpeSGF39vvdzQzhmEtKP0ilPxz2eme6PsZsZyo0HZ-nrXwUGIn8qnofuW9raGq26qTGzUAMiTHaaKc5IygqtnynUwa9ZAycyk_nipBJbyqVsz4n0ne/s320/missie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077049415011868354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">No more crazy pictorials...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gdB5x37A7QhzYAX4OBO5lXkLqPD2JhFJ90Tgj_dNAZ-2PY6KyaPouIiPwLU3CakxtzV6-xzfvibbrr1cx7StaCZaKjV_HfoybnkzZizdHSrKHbpx9UnqrFUhJHuMD1ywJKYg/s1600-h/outing.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gdB5x37A7QhzYAX4OBO5lXkLqPD2JhFJ90Tgj_dNAZ-2PY6KyaPouIiPwLU3CakxtzV6-xzfvibbrr1cx7StaCZaKjV_HfoybnkzZizdHSrKHbpx9UnqrFUhJHuMD1ywJKYg/s320/outing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077053907547659986" border="0" /></a><br />No one to bug me anymore while I'm working and she's not...<br />No more head hanging upside down as she tries to block my laptop's monitor with the back of her head...<br />No one to pull my monitor down as I write that extremely important correspondence to resolve an issue...<br />One less excel guru to help me with those much needed reports...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVX1CjjHyI/AAAAAAAAADg/g4o54XCm4dc/s1600-h/red+box.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVX1CjjHyI/AAAAAAAAADg/g4o54XCm4dc/s320/red+box.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077060723660758818" border="0" /></a><br />One less person to witness my embarrassing moments...<br />One less person to laugh her ass off at the embarrassed look on my face...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXO7uqkOhNGrn7Y7Bvg_i1pgUddbkF_9XreEVPXlz5r9JmWWHjygYNr1Mk5Why1PVW_cXPlvVWDCzFuAVNBCU5q4OMLh5WrDr9tGw53OQWhW4Z_JfssHX31t3UZQMepwb0IKQ/s1600-h/pantry.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXO7uqkOhNGrn7Y7Bvg_i1pgUddbkF_9XreEVPXlz5r9JmWWHjygYNr1Mk5Why1PVW_cXPlvVWDCzFuAVNBCU5q4OMLh5WrDr9tGw53OQWhW4Z_JfssHX31t3UZQMepwb0IKQ/s320/pantry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077056652031762162" border="0" /></a><br />One less smart gal to work with in the office...<br />Gone will be our endless ranting text messages about stupid people...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH8Ka-LGrnhdXbF7_i1LUhQq3oK7X7yz2VVawhFWXG5FrG19G83RC66XV2C1g45n7Cix8ru0gyG6Wx7H_kcyla1ZN-R5y0AwMLT_iLdW6vT4Xeca0KavR3xDj_SF1WXMH9eeT/s1600-h/xmas+05.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH8Ka-LGrnhdXbF7_i1LUhQq3oK7X7yz2VVawhFWXG5FrG19G83RC66XV2C1g45n7Cix8ru0gyG6Wx7H_kcyla1ZN-R5y0AwMLT_iLdW6vT4Xeca0KavR3xDj_SF1WXMH9eeT/s320/xmas+05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077058464507961090" border="0" /></a><br />And no more lunch with missie...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVWoSjjHxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RNqnxyySQcc/s1600-h/aveneto.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVWoSjjHxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RNqnxyySQcc/s320/aveneto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077059405105798930" border="0" /></a><br />It's time to say goodbye to Mojacko, the first person to ever spend time with me. I'm glad to be friends with you, and confidante to some of your rants about work and life in general.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e48LtRmnCbJN4LkwHsHTJCIpqHwRNdnIOO4CQLfCjKmhiRxS0KJVruWZvBDkEsCeyVB4TcZSoYXc_Guo0MuuRmnCTn4xVolzTCxf3c7Q7Li2SMg58-bA1JWMAG8cnq0E9obx/s1600-h/breton.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e48LtRmnCbJN4LkwHsHTJCIpqHwRNdnIOO4CQLfCjKmhiRxS0KJVruWZvBDkEsCeyVB4TcZSoYXc_Guo0MuuRmnCTn4xVolzTCxf3c7Q7Li2SMg58-bA1JWMAG8cnq0E9obx/s320/breton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077055853167845090" border="0" /></a><br />Good luck in SG, but I'm sure you'll miss us... hehe... keep in touch and keep those blog entries coming. We want to be updated with the latest in your life. And if you ever decide to come home, make sure you let us know so that Lecha, TinaPie and I can have dinner with you.<br /></div>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-53962563394654294262007-06-10T13:48:00.000+08:002007-06-10T14:54:10.829+08:00My Share of Embarrassing Moments<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You know how it could get uncomfortable when your embarrassing moments are told by other people? I sure had my share, that's why I thought it would be better that these stories come from me. So here I am, about to blurt out my experiences to the rest of the world.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br />Summer of '91 </span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmmqK6alJ5fQ8s3xOze5HUypbS27E7qvk_L-qOsk-lkVk8jc9p1dQ73I8zkgFb4EtZlZCahT5-ysAW_0hVNH2FNNU8PdUvOpUCbOq74_lXraSpd8sXCywwDqPKCn6BIIScFyT/s1600-h/manaoag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmmqK6alJ5fQ8s3xOze5HUypbS27E7qvk_L-qOsk-lkVk8jc9p1dQ73I8zkgFb4EtZlZCahT5-ysAW_0hVNH2FNNU8PdUvOpUCbOq74_lXraSpd8sXCywwDqPKCn6BIIScFyT/s320/manaoag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074315913141100194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At the site of Our Lady of Manaoag, there used to be a big tree surrounded by sinks. While washing my hands, my cousin took the sink to my right and said she wished she could brush her teeth. I reacted quite violently and told her NO WAY! Why would she want to brush her teeth outdoors? Why not wait until we could find a decent public toilet where she could brush her teeth in "private"? Imagine brushing your teeth and gargling in front of strangers! No decent lady would do that. It is simply not done!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />She started acting really funny and was discreetly motioning towards my left. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned and saw the woman on my left brushing her teeth, giving me a look that made me quickly run back to our van and hide.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">4th Year High School</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We didn't have CAT then, but we were required to learn how to march and to issue & follow commands. We were given practical exams to see whether we all learned it by heart. During one of our practice sessions, our platoon leader picked out students to give them a chance to command the group. I was one of the luckier few and I had the chance to go first. The very first command I issued had the entire group bursting into laughter - and without permission. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />The command - "humanda na"</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />But it was issued the same way a platoon leader would command "pasuloooooong-KAD!"<br /><br />"humandaaaaaa NA!" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Christmas Season '98</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYep2cnIYRjmHAAFAlEqMZQ1rei4Hsbl586yv30D1dDtkoLkO81NjiX_kl4FBzd-uG9VowY0BD9YvZpLG_gl95jr5zjVPbYynJSAW5hMKEJDqGAUo9glxwfsN1hfqzEnfEVVZ/s1600-h/greenhills.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYep2cnIYRjmHAAFAlEqMZQ1rei4Hsbl586yv30D1dDtkoLkO81NjiX_kl4FBzd-uG9VowY0BD9YvZpLG_gl95jr5zjVPbYynJSAW5hMKEJDqGAUo9glxwfsN1hfqzEnfEVVZ/s320/greenhills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074312511527001746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Greenhills Shopping Center, tiangge area, Christmas season. I just got out of an illness so I was really weak. After 3 hours of shopping for presents, I've had enough. I was tired and I was hungry. At the first opportunity, I asked my mom if we could eat. "Mommy, gutom na ko." She said it won't be long and they'll be done soon. So we continued walking.<br /><br />While walking, my vision started to get blurry, but I didn't want to close my eyes because I knew that the minute I do, I was going to pass out. So I was trying my best to keep my eyes open. In the meantime, I had that conversation with my mom again. "Mommy, gutom na ko." </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />"Sandali na lang 'to anak. Matatapos na tayo," was her reply.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />So on to the next stall we went. At the third stall, I had to grab her shoulders. I was really hungry and I couldn't go on without food anymore. I didn't even finish what I had to say. "Mommy, mommy..." was all I ever said while slowly sliding down her side towards the floor. The last thing I heard was my mom telling me, "ano ba yan? ayoko ng ganyan."</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Next thing I knew, I was sitting on a low chair, my mom was fanning me and there was a lot of strangers looking on. I heard someone said, "ayan na sya, ayan na sya." At that time, all I wanted to do was run.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />I moved my eyes a bit to the left and saw my brother and sister looking at each other, helpless with mirth. As they helped me off the chair, my brother said, "nakakatawa itsura mo. Hinimatay ka ng dilat." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Greenbelt 3, May '07</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIyK6JdcGEjlQ732nBeagUCQQ8bJv0GAqn8hjgGh0gP16Ev9WzqHtM0-l_V8oNoTLdqBT-8_pU4h5rXUYfJooq6tlDLy7IRzTahyphenhyphenmAciAIK1HOjn3qCSpJx3GpnzU_9qj43ww/s1600-h/timezone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIyK6JdcGEjlQ732nBeagUCQQ8bJv0GAqn8hjgGh0gP16Ev9WzqHtM0-l_V8oNoTLdqBT-8_pU4h5rXUYfJooq6tlDLy7IRzTahyphenhyphenmAciAIK1HOjn3qCSpJx3GpnzU_9qj43ww/s320/timezone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074316643285540530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My officemates and I were at the Time Zone, waiting in vain for one of the karaoke booths to free up so that my colleague could sing his heart out. Unfortunately, we weren't destined to sing that night. So we slowly made our way to Cold Rock. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />I wasn't thinking, I wasn't aware of my surroundings. All I know is that someone entered through the sliding glass door, and I had to get through it before it slides shut.<br /><br />With my head held high, I made my way towards the door. When I was just a step away, it started to slide shut. I gestured with my hands for the sliding doors to open in true Jedi fashion, but it didn't work!!! I quickly looked 'round for my friends and noticed them passing through the other door, which was clearly marked "EXIT"!!! None of them even thought of calling my attention. They just watched me make a complete fool of myself, let other people witness my embarrassment, and laughed their butts off on the other side of the door. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Thanks though to one of my colleagues who went back to get me and led me to the "right path!" Hmph! Some friends you guys are!!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Big Brother, Salcedo, June '07</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />My colleagues and I headed off to Big Brother to have lunch. Our table was by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and I was seated next to it. As we were paying our bill, my 1 peso coin fell to the floor. I told my colleagues I got it, and slid my chair a bit to the right. I was being careful. Given the number of times I've embarrassed myself lately, I HAD TO BE CAREFUL. So I slowly bent to the left to pick up the coin when I bumped my head on the glass - HARD! Man, it really hurt! I felt the glass shook. And I couldn't look my colleagues in the eye. Hehehe... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Everyone has their share of embarrassing moments - It could be slipping on the stairs, tripping over a banana peeling in front of your crush or being caught acting funny without you being aware that you're actually acting funny. At the time when it all happened, all we wanted to do was vanish from the face of the earth forever. But we never did, and we had to face endless teasing remarks from everyone who witnessed your every move. It could be embarrassing for a while, but when you look back on those times, all you could do is laugh silently to yourself, grin into space maybe, or just smile.</span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-14530615389246607472007-05-27T18:11:00.000+08:002007-05-27T19:08:48.294+08:00Meme Na<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was tagged... so here I am. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">INSTRUCTIONS</span>: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>Shelli’s Sentiments</li><li>Curiosity Killer</li><li>Chrissy</li><li><a href="http://mineistheearth.blogspot.com/">Kim</a></li><li><a href="http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/">Nuninu</a></li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Next select five people to tag: (if you haven’t done it already)</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>Lecha</li><li>TinaPie</li><li>Weena</li><li>Caloy</li><li>Rom</li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What were you doing 10 years ago?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" >10 years ago I was shifting to a new course - from Community Development to Hotel & Restaurant Administration. I was selfish and didn't want to be a social worker. Back then, I was thinking I wouldn't land a high-paying job if I pursue Community Development. I wanted a management course, and I wanted to experience working for a hotel. Little did I know that my friends who stayed and finished the course get to travel to different places around the world (mostly Europe I must say), while I'm stuck here in Manila, earning just a fraction of what my friends do. Wrong move, eh? =P</span><br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What were you doing 1 year ago?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Errr.... I think I was persuading Kev to buy me something for my birthday, which I believe at that time would be the perfect birthday gift! =D</span><br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five snacks you enjoy</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>Homemade ensaymada made of left-over pan de sal, topped with margarine, sugar and lots & lots of grated cheese, heated in the oven for about 2 minutes, served hot (of course) and with coffee</li><li>V-cut chips with a glass of ice-cold coke or mountain dew</li><li>Instant pancit canton with hot monay =P</li><li>Egg-mayo sandwich (with or without cheese)</li><li>Tuna sandwich with cheese on wheat bread</li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>Love Moves in Mysterious Ways (Nina, Julia Fordham, MYMP, etc... how can I forget?)</li><li>Underneath the Stars (Mariah Carey, one of my faves)</li><li>Greatest Love of All (by various artists - used to sing this in front of a crowd when I was about 8-10 years old)</li><li>Constantly (Vanessa Williams)</li><li>Why (Avril Lavigne - this is the last song I learned to play on guitar. I kept singing the song while trying to perfect how its played)</li></ol><ul style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I actually am a walking song book - just don't ask me to identify new songs coz I'm not updated anymore. I guess you can say I'm a walking 1001 book... yep... that's how old the songs I know...</span><br /></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>Buy a house & lot in a neighborhood that's better than what we're in right now, furnish it with nice things, make it very comfortable for my family</li><li>Go shopping!!!</li><li>Go traveling - beaches galore!!! Maldives, Bora Bora, Seychelles, Caribbean, Fiji, and the list goes on and on and on....</li><li>Put up my own business, hire someone great & trustworthy to manage it.</li><li>Buy my own place - a sanctuary I can escape to whenever I need time to be alone.</li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five bad habits:</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>I smoke</li><li>I work too much</li><li>I complain too much (I think)</li><li>I sleep late</li><li>Erm... uhm... hehe :-)</li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five things you like doing:</span><br /><ol style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li style="font-style: italic;">Reading</li><li style="font-style: italic;">TV series marathon on weekends</li><li style="font-style: italic;">Hanging out with Kev</li><li style="font-style: italic;">Eating</li><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Coffee or drinks with friends</span> </li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five things you would never wear again <-- can I change this to 5 things I would never wear EVER?</span><br /><ol style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li style="font-style: italic;">Tops with shoulder pads</li><li style="font-style: italic;">Mid-rise panties with super low-waist jeans --> i hate it when I see girls wearing panties with waistbands higher than their jeans. Doesn't matter whether they are good undies or not, but its supposed to be hidden - hence the term underwear.</li><li style="font-style: italic;">Super loose shirts </li><li style="font-style: italic;">Thongs -- these are so uncomfortable</li><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Shoes that aren't larger by at least half my size</span> </li></ol><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Five favorite toys:</span><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><li>My brother's guitar - since he broke mine, I now plan to break his =P</li><li>My phone - i have worms and sudoku games on my phone, and i love replying to text messages from friends. </li><li>Frets on Fire - Kev installed it in our PC at home. It's like Dance Revo but this time, it's like playing a guitar. You hold the keyboard like you would a guitar, have your left hand's fingers ready on keys F1 through F5, and your right hand's index finger on the Enter key, and you're ready to go. My sis, bro and I would take turns playing the same song, doing our best to get the highest score.</li><li>My cam - i take snap shots of whatever when I can't find anything to do at home. I'm not good at it though...<br /></li><li>My ipod - commuting to work is never boring with my ipod playing!</li></ol>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-4883565143252399752007-04-28T23:06:00.000+08:002007-04-28T23:14:43.590+08:00...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lately, I often find myself spending more than 10 hours in the office before deciding to leave for the day. On weekends, I find myself slumped over my laptop, my fingers tapping away at the keyboard, trying to get issues resolved, or just simply getting things done. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hate to admit this, but I'd rather keep myself busy than face the fact that Kev isn't here to spend time with me. Sure, I go online so we could chat, we do send text messages and we do call each other up - but its not the same. It's been almost a month now (and 1 month yet still) and it does get lonelier every day. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm sorry if i'm getting all mushy, but I really miss the guy...<br /></span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-72373152629953353652007-04-21T23:42:00.000+08:002007-04-21T23:52:17.419+08:00Some people are so blind!!!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Why is it that this certain someone is always getting credit for something this person never did? I hate it when people who actually did something go unrecognized, while people who never did always get praised!</span></span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-61853256730069547632007-04-01T01:36:00.000+08:002007-04-01T01:41:41.181+08:00I'm not lost. I'm just sad.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After more than 6 years of seeing Kev on an almost daily basis, I am going to have to adjust to not seeing him at all for 2 consecutive months. He's on his way overseas to work on 2 projects, which they all hope to finish in 2 months. Hopefully, it'll be just 2 months. Good thing he's on roaming, so we can still text or call each other. There is also google talk and we can always communicate through emails.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But it won't be the same...</span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-37755815754823078232007-03-18T13:45:00.000+08:002007-03-19T01:23:31.879+08:00See you soon...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One of my dear friends in the office will be leaving us. Although I haven't spent that much time with her these past few months, she still remained one of my closest friends at the office.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It was a bit of a shock actually - one minute we were talking about office grievances, the next I thing I knew, she was saying goodbye. We were talking about finding opportunities elsewhere, and while I understand that she does have plans of leaving, I didn't expect her to act on it so quickly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Nevertheless, I do understand why she had to leave - and I applaud her for pursuing her dreams. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Good luck missie and please don't be a stranger. Thanks for sharing your life with us... :)</span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-46136572226299170972007-02-04T01:56:00.000+08:002007-02-04T02:29:49.560+08:00This goes out to all my friends...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A friend of mine once told me that people are always too busy worrying about everything, most especially the future that they never truly appreciate what they have at the moment. People never really realize that they are happy NOW because they think of sadness for THEN.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And so I share this poem by Max Ehrmann, about how each of us should live our lives. Another poem yet again to help us live by....</span><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Desiderata</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by Max Ehrmann</span><br /><br />Go placidly amid the noise and haste,<br />and remember what peace there may be in silence.<br />As far as possible without surrender,<br />be on good terms with all persons.<br />Speak your truth quietly and clearly;<br />and listen to others,<br />even the dull and the ignorant;<br />they too have their story.<br /><br />Avoid loud and aggressive persons,<br />they are vexations to the spirit.<br />If you compare yourself with others,<br />you may become vain and bitter;<br />for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.<br />Enjoy achievements as well as your plans.<br /><br />Keep interested in your own career, however humble;<br />it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.<br />Exercise caution in your business affairs;<br />for the world is full of trickery.<br />But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;<br />many persons strive for high ideals;<br />and everywhere life is full of heroism.<br /><br />Be yourself.<br />Especially, do not feign affection.<br />Do not be cynical about love;<br />for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment<br />it is as perennial as the grass.<br /><br />Take kindly the counsel of the years,<br />gracefully surrendering the things of youth.<br />Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.<br />But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.<br />Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.<br />Beyond a wholesome discipline,<br />be gentle with yourself.<br /><br />You are a child of the universe,<br />no less than the trees and the stars;<br />you have a right to be here.<br />And whether or not it is clear to you,<br />no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.<br /><br />Therefore be at peace with God,<br />whatever you conceive Him to be,<br />and whatever your labors and aspirations,<br />in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.<br /><br />With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,<br />it is still a beautiful world.<br />Be cheerful.<br />Strive to be happy.</blockquote>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-3925049292351356182007-01-14T17:56:00.000+08:002007-01-14T18:23:17.709+08:00D' Day with Friends<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Anticipation</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everyone who wanted to participate in the war game activity talked about nothing else - who they wanted to join, who they wanted to hit, who they wanted to be teammates with, what sort of clothes to wear, etc. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >The Game</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday - paintball challenge day! Those who were up to the challenge met at the <a href="http://www.globalgutz.com" >Global Gutz</a> Paintball Field, looking forward to a day that promised a stress-relieving adventure guaranteed to be fun yet painful for those who dared to participate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Under the scorching sun, we attempted to outwit the opposing team, crawling on all fours, if necessary, to get behind the best cover, forever crouching low to ensure we won't be seen by opponents as move from one obstacle to the next, while endlessly firing our rifle, hoping to get a shot and put a member of the opposing team out of the game.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >The Aftermath</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today is Sunday and my body hurts all over - it hurt to get out of bed this morning, my back screamed in agony as I bent a little to freshen up, my knees & thighs were shaking as I slowly descended the stairs and my arms refused to be raised above elbow-level when I tried to reach for something.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >In Retrospect...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The paintball challenge was so much fun and I'm sure all those who participated are looking forward to more! Never mind that it was a bit expensive; never mind that we had to endure the scorching sun; never mind that we had to crawl through the obstacles to get the better of the opposing team; and never mind that we had to endure muscle pains a day after. I guarantee (though I'm not sure others would agree) that it would be all worth it! </span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-18013312096523424882006-12-30T12:54:00.000+08:002006-12-30T13:15:31.608+08:00DWH Christmas Party @ The Verve<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was fun! It was a blast. Although I was a bit nervous during the 1st half, I ended up having so much fun! 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It didn't help at all when my due date passed and I had to incur finance charges for not settling my bill on time. Tsk tsk...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Extended mall hours - that's cool! However, I don't appreciate how difficult cab drivers can be when they know pedestrians are desperate for a ride home. If they do agree to bring you home, they'll ask for a ridiculously high extra charge, one doesn't have a choice but to wait patiently for a willing cab driver to bring you home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the bright side...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Window shopping is so much fun!!! I love looking at those cool gadgets I can't afford, clothes I cannot wear ever, accessories that would look ridiculous on me and eyeing those gift items I wish I can afford but couldn't. So, the extended mall hours and delayed payout really had me enjoying this activity for a while.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Given the limited time I had to shop for presents, I had no choice but to take full advantage of the late mall hours. I so appreciated all those extra hours so much that after a long dinner with friends at a restaurant in Serendra last Saturday, I had time to drop off gifts at home and go to Robinsons Galleria to buy gifts for family members I haven't had the chance to buy gifts for.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And finally, since the payout was so late, I didn't get to spend much on unnecessary expenses. I still have money left, which is more than enough to get me through the next payday! :) </span>Idjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410noreply@blogger.com0