<?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-33651024</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:52:20.056+08:00</updated><category term='ranting'/><category term='bloopers'/><category term='memes'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='complaints? or not...'/><category term='philosophies'/><category term='HK Disneyland'/><category term='transformers'/><category term='fun'/><category term='farewells'/><category term='nuninus'/><category term='life'/><category term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>Nuninu</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;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&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-1299086684617485727</id><published>2009-01-06T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:03:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing</title><content type='html'>Got this forwarded message from Shai, thanks Shai for sharing... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-1299086684617485727?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/1299086684617485727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=1299086684617485727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1299086684617485727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1299086684617485727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-sharing.html' title='Just sharing'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-2348800241876179241</id><published>2008-11-15T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:39:31.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/SR6XwHoA7SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AHhkZzImYM8/s1600-h/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268815467006455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/SR6XwHoA7SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AHhkZzImYM8/s320/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/SR6WiLamCBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LeCmZ7PQRd4/s1600-h/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... cliche na kung cliche, but when it rains, it really does pour, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;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...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;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...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;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!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;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.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;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!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"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." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to catch up on my leisure reading nalang that night. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-2348800241876179241?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/2348800241876179241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=2348800241876179241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/2348800241876179241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/2348800241876179241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/SR6XwHoA7SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AHhkZzImYM8/s72-c/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-3246363411704988674</id><published>2007-11-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:38:33.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>At being successful...</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People begin to become successful the minute they decide to be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-3246363411704988674?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/3246363411704988674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=3246363411704988674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3246363411704988674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3246363411704988674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-being-successful.html' title='At being successful...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-2475664289404515925</id><published>2007-10-06T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:42:20.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>One of the things I have to put up with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RwcuLmCF0gI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AmIlCSAeZNw/s1600-h/galit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RwcuLmCF0gI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AmIlCSAeZNw/s320/galit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118110278252614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have to put up with lately... making a decision that I know would sacrifice the friendship I've built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-2475664289404515925?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/2475664289404515925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=2475664289404515925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/2475664289404515925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/2475664289404515925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-things-i-have-to-put-up-with.html' title='One of the things I have to put up with...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RwcuLmCF0gI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AmIlCSAeZNw/s72-c/galit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-7274889884018812134</id><published>2007-08-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:12:00.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sad stories na naman si Idj...</title><content type='html'>You seek the company of that one person you most miss but there is absolutely nothing you can do to make that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you seek the company of friends and grab that chance to spend time with them when an invite is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply feel that you must be with other people to take yourself away from a state of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-7274889884018812134?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/7274889884018812134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=7274889884018812134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7274889884018812134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7274889884018812134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/08/sad-stories-na-naman-si-idj.html' title='Sad stories na naman si Idj...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-988102199370510158</id><published>2007-08-07T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:21:26.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;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&amp;c1=&amp;amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6514DF33.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C9D8418.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;amp;bgcolor=##000000&amp;habitslabel=HIGH%20TIME%20ROLLER&amp;amp;moodlabel=EASY%20RIDER%20&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;lovelabel=PART%20TIME%20LOVER&amp;userhome=http://friends.imagini.net/@1195455-3048" align="middle" height="240" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://friends.imagini.net/@1195455-3048" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:10;" &gt;™&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Moja and TinaPIE and Kim P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev also gave me the link to this before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think... is this really me??? Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-988102199370510158?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/988102199370510158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=988102199370510158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/988102199370510158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/988102199370510158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-1448490025652322242</id><published>2007-08-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:17:48.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HK Disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>Our HK Trip - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXR8O-FjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6rPmtADr6o/s1600-h/disney-kev.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTBu-FjLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/veLpoXPiCbo/s1600-h/disney-idj.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Street USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTce-FjMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lgKm1reGHiU/s1600-h/main-street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTce-FjMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lgKm1reGHiU/s320/main-street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211039742856386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney on Parade&lt;/span&gt;.  We only got to see the last car where Mickey and his friends were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTxu-FjNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/T-zHrm-877g/s1600-h/disney-on-parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXTxu-FjNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/T-zHrm-877g/s320/disney-on-parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211404815076562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kev and I secured a great viewing spot though for Mickey's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waterworks Parade&lt;/span&gt;. We got wet, of course, but with the heat and being the hottest day ever in HK, we welcomed the water with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXUTu-FjOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eQnY_DYnW48/s1600-h/water2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXUTu-FjOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eQnY_DYnW48/s320/water2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095211988930628834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come 8:45pm, Kev and I headed to Main Street USA, and tried to secure viewing spots for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney in the Stars Fireworks show&lt;/span&gt;.  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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXU9e-FjPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yp-mJ9qTYYg/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXU9e-FjPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yp-mJ9qTYYg/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095212706190167282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We didn't ride the carousel, or the Mad Hatter's Tea Cup, or the other rides offered. Instead, we took time to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey's PhilharMagic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Golden Mickeys&lt;/span&gt; shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXVnO-FjQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yghirq_bu2U/s1600-h/fantasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXVnO-FjQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yghirq_bu2U/s320/fantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095213423449705730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey's PhilharMagic&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXWEO-FjRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OsaDAbaSCoQ/s1600-h/philhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXWEO-FjRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OsaDAbaSCoQ/s320/philhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095213921665912082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Golden Mickeys&lt;/span&gt; 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXWce-FjSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H3qUehOL-8w/s1600-h/golden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXWce-FjSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H3qUehOL-8w/s320/golden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095214338277739810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXXPu-FjTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MEs6-NgKvsc/s1600-h/tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A la Planetarium - this is how a former colleague described the interiors of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/span&gt;. 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! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXYL--FjUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/82Dyz7etp_c/s1600-h/spae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXYL--FjUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/82Dyz7etp_c/s320/spae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095216253833153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters&lt;/span&gt; - 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!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXYeu-FjVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HpUppUECluI/s1600-h/astro.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adventureland turned Pirateland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXaPe-FjWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DGaG44HuFO0/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXaPe-FjWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DGaG44HuFO0/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095218512985951586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To quote Magical Tips brochure, "A humorous tour guide will take you along this 8-minute journey (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jungle River Cruise&lt;/span&gt;), 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXalO-FjXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cdit5eMWwkc/s1600-h/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXalO-FjXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cdit5eMWwkc/s320/lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095218886648106354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Compared to The Golden Mickeys, I liked the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festival of the Lion King&lt;/span&gt; show better. The language spoken throughout was English, and it showcased really great talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXbEe-FjYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TGrVG4NStf4/s1600-h/express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXbEe-FjYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TGrVG4NStf4/s320/express.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219423519018370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-1448490025652322242?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/1448490025652322242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=1448490025652322242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1448490025652322242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1448490025652322242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-hk-trip-day-2.html' title='Our HK Trip - Day 2'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrXR8O-FjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6rPmtADr6o/s72-c/disney-kev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-4432624703519998584</id><published>2007-07-31T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:37:46.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloopers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HK Disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>Our HK Trip - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Kev 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrCy4u-FjCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOzw-v5CSG4/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrCy4u-FjCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOzw-v5CSG4/s320/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093767866306890786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A lot of time wasted upon arrival at HKIA last Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrCzw--FjDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mO2M3GZ3MVQ/s1600-h/airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrCzw--FjDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mO2M3GZ3MVQ/s320/airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093768832674532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want comfort, don't go stringent on your budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC0Vu-FjEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O0hIfmB1nhA/s1600-h/hostel-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC0Vu-FjEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O0hIfmB1nhA/s320/hostel-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093769464034724930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed my finger to the computer monitor, gestured typing motions with my fingers, as I said, "I'll show you email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC1MO-FjFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZArPW6y04MU/s1600-h/hotel-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC1MO-FjFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZArPW6y04MU/s320/hotel-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093770400337595474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in Causeway Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC2Ju-FjGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/de3jGXBwCmM/s1600-h/causeway-bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC2Ju-FjGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/de3jGXBwCmM/s320/causeway-bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093771456899550306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner was so expensive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But food was great, so who am I to complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My slight adventure with HK street food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC2qO-FjHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BEKYWfZeYZU/s1600-h/hk-streetfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrC2qO-FjHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BEKYWfZeYZU/s320/hk-streetfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093772015245298802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-4432624703519998584?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/4432624703519998584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=4432624703519998584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/4432624703519998584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/4432624703519998584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-hk-trip-day-1.html' title='Our HK Trip - Day 1'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RrCy4u-FjCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOzw-v5CSG4/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-5848376643957613045</id><published>2007-07-08T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:55:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new pet ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RpDBfAt_74I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l_sp32hVqYU/s1600-h/CIMG0450.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084776717814329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RpDBfAt_74I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l_sp32hVqYU/s320/CIMG0450.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it cute? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-5848376643957613045?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/5848376643957613045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=5848376643957613045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5848376643957613045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5848376643957613045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-new-pet.html' title='I have a new pet ;-)'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RpDBfAt_74I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l_sp32hVqYU/s72-c/CIMG0450.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-6697926987958938854</id><published>2007-07-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:29:35.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>Transformers is KEWL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rodiwwt_70I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uT_op0Qw-xA/s1600-h/transformers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rodiwwt_70I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uT_op0Qw-xA/s200/transformers.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082139294361972546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No spoilers here... I promise!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-6697926987958938854?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/6697926987958938854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=6697926987958938854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/6697926987958938854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/6697926987958938854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-is-kewl.html' title='Transformers is KEWL!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rodiwwt_70I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uT_op0Qw-xA/s72-c/transformers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-256711482255191191</id><published>2007-07-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:38:22.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just another ordinary day - or so I thought</title><content type='html'>Last 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say my day has been perfect - ordinary somewhat, and yet not so much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-256711482255191191?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/256711482255191191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=256711482255191191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/256711482255191191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/256711482255191191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-another-ordinary-day-or-so-i.html' title='Just another ordinary day - or so I thought'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-5212860413626631600</id><published>2007-06-25T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:28:24.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>My blog has got a new look</title><content type='html'>Kev took the time to revamp my blog template.  Doesn't it look kewl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rn9SGCjjH0I/AAAAAAAAADw/w98G3-9eyz4/s1600-h/nuninulogomm2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rn9SGCjjH0I/AAAAAAAAADw/w98G3-9eyz4/s320/nuninulogomm2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079869168415874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for justification? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-5212860413626631600?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/5212860413626631600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=5212860413626631600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5212860413626631600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5212860413626631600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-blog-has-got-new-look.html' title='My blog has got a new look'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/Rn9SGCjjH0I/AAAAAAAAADw/w98G3-9eyz4/s72-c/nuninulogomm2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-596865667115949380</id><published>2007-06-24T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:14:50.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>My Playlist for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First song on the list - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I move on to the next song - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Message In a Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  "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..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next song please - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  "Yeah, I run, have I got a long way to run..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kill me now, I guess... Hehehe...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-596865667115949380?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/596865667115949380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=596865667115949380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/596865667115949380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/596865667115949380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-playlist-for-today.html' title='My Playlist for Today'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-7099299448580163911</id><published>2007-06-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:53:05.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Moja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a middle child - proud to say i'm not the black sheep of the family... I think...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a frustrated ballerina - that's why I love those ballet movies and novels.  But I'm only familiar with Swan Lake.  Hehehe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy spontaneity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I work best under pressure - i think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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 :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a few days, I'll be turning 30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG!!! I AM OLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there Moja! I made time for this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am tagging Tina (she never does memes), Carlo, Ed, Mimon (this guy doesn't do surveys either), Weena, Noel and Kim P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-7099299448580163911?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/7099299448580163911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=7099299448580163911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7099299448580163911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7099299448580163911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-by-moja.html' title='Tagged by Moja'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-7614889434400690219</id><published>2007-06-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:58:59.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>She's Leaving Us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVNiyjjHsI/AAAAAAAAACw/v1NJ9h6ap3s/s1600-h/missie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVNiyjjHsI/AAAAAAAAACw/v1NJ9h6ap3s/s320/missie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077049415011868354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more crazy pictorials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVRoSjjHtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQ2cDFZNzRE/s1600-h/outing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVRoSjjHtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQ2cDFZNzRE/s320/outing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077053907547659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to bug me anymore while I'm working and she's not...&lt;br /&gt;No more head hanging upside down as she tries to block my laptop's monitor with the back of her head...&lt;br /&gt;No one to pull my monitor down as I write that extremely important correspondence to resolve an issue...&lt;br /&gt;One less excel guru to help me with those much needed reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVX1CjjHyI/AAAAAAAAADg/g4o54XCm4dc/s1600-h/red+box.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less person to witness my embarrassing moments...&lt;br /&gt;One less person to laugh her ass off at the embarrassed look on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVUICjjHvI/AAAAAAAAADI/gEN4LqFerzs/s1600-h/pantry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVUICjjHvI/AAAAAAAAADI/gEN4LqFerzs/s320/pantry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077056652031762162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less smart gal to work with in the office...&lt;br /&gt;Gone will be our endless ranting text messages about stupid people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVVxijjHwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5fTnDbafw7M/s1600-h/xmas+05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVVxijjHwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5fTnDbafw7M/s320/xmas+05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077058464507961090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more lunch with missie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVWoSjjHxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RNqnxyySQcc/s1600-h/aveneto.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVTZijjHuI/AAAAAAAAADA/SbFGzXkUcgo/s1600-h/breton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVTZijjHuI/AAAAAAAAADA/SbFGzXkUcgo/s320/breton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077055853167845090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-7614889434400690219?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/7614889434400690219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=7614889434400690219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7614889434400690219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7614889434400690219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-leaving-us.html' title='She&apos;s Leaving Us!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RnVNiyjjHsI/AAAAAAAAACw/v1NJ9h6ap3s/s72-c/missie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-5396256339465429426</id><published>2007-06-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:54:10.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloopers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Share of Embarrassing Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of '91 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuXcCjjHqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lvpO9WPrup4/s1600-h/manaoag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuXcCjjHqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lvpO9WPrup4/s320/manaoag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074315913141100194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4th Year High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't have CAT then, but we were required to learn how to march and to issue &amp; 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.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The command - "humanda na"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was issued the same way a platoon leader would command "pasuloooooong-KAD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"humandaaaaaa NA!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Christmas Season '98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuUWCjjHpI/AAAAAAAAACY/MRYoBj3KkWw/s1600-h/greenhills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuUWCjjHpI/AAAAAAAAACY/MRYoBj3KkWw/s320/greenhills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074312511527001746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandali na lang 'to anak. Matatapos na tayo," was her reply.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Greenbelt 3, May '07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuYGijjHrI/AAAAAAAAACo/SfM_X9EsL7M/s1600-h/timezone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuYGijjHrI/AAAAAAAAACo/SfM_X9EsL7M/s320/timezone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074316643285540530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Brother, Salcedo, June '07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-5396256339465429426?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/5396256339465429426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=5396256339465429426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5396256339465429426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/5396256339465429426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-share-of-embarrassing-moments.html' title='My Share of Embarrassing Moments'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RmuXcCjjHqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lvpO9WPrup4/s72-c/manaoag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-1453061538924660747</id><published>2007-05-27T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:08:48.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuninus'/><title type='text'>Meme Na</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was tagged... so here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;: 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelli’s Sentiments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curiosity Killer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrissy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mineistheearth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nuninu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next select five people to tag: (if you haven’t done it already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lecha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TinaPie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caloy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;10 years ago I was shifting to a new course - from Community Development to Hotel &amp; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five snacks you enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homemade ensaymada made of left-over pan de sal, topped with margarine, sugar and lots &amp; lots of grated cheese, heated in the oven for about 2 minutes, served hot (of course) and with coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V-cut chips with a glass of ice-cold coke or mountain dew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant pancit canton with hot monay =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egg-mayo sandwich (with or without cheese)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuna sandwich with cheese on wheat bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Moves in Mysterious Ways (Nina, Julia Fordham, MYMP, etc... how can I forget?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Underneath the Stars (Mariah Carey, one of my faves)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greatest Love of All (by various artists - used to sing this in front of a crowd when I was about 8-10 years old)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly (Vanessa Williams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a house &amp; 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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go traveling - beaches galore!!! Maldives, Bora Bora, Seychelles, Caribbean, Fiji, and the list goes on and on and on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put up my own business, hire someone great &amp;amp; trustworthy to manage it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy my own place - a sanctuary I can escape to whenever I need time to be alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I work too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I complain too much (I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm... uhm... hehe :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TV series marathon on weekends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging out with Kev&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coffee or drinks with friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five things you would never wear again &lt;-- can I change this to 5 things I would never wear EVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tops with shoulder pads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mid-rise panties with super low-waist jeans --&gt; 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.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super loose shirts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thongs -- these are so uncomfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoes that aren't larger by at least half my size&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother's guitar - since he broke mine, I now plan to break his =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My phone - i have worms and sudoku games on my phone, and i love replying to text messages from friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ipod - commuting to work is never boring with my ipod playing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-1453061538924660747?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/1453061538924660747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=1453061538924660747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1453061538924660747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1453061538924660747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme-na.html' title='Meme Na'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-488356514325239975</id><published>2007-04-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:14:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry if i'm getting all mushy, but I really miss the guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-488356514325239975?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/488356514325239975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=488356514325239975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/488356514325239975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/488356514325239975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-7237315262995335365</id><published>2007-04-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:52:17.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Some people are so blind!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-7237315262995335365?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/7237315262995335365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=7237315262995335365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7237315262995335365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7237315262995335365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-people-are-so-blind.html' title='Some people are so blind!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-6185325673006954763</id><published>2007-04-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:41:41.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><title type='text'>I'm not lost. I'm just sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it won't be the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-6185325673006954763?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/6185325673006954763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=6185325673006954763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/6185325673006954763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/6185325673006954763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-lost-im-just-sad.html' title='I&apos;m not lost. I&apos;m just sad.'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-3775581575482307823</id><published>2007-03-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:23:31.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><title type='text'>See you soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nevertheless, I do understand why she had to leave - and I applaud her for pursuing her dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good luck missie and please don't be a stranger.  Thanks for sharing your life with us... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-3775581575482307823?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/3775581575482307823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=3775581575482307823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3775581575482307823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3775581575482307823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/03/see-you-soon.html' title='See you soon...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-4613657222629917097</id><published>2007-02-04T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:29:49.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This goes out to all my friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;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....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desiderata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Max Ehrmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender,&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even the dull and the ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-4613657222629917097?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/4613657222629917097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=4613657222629917097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/4613657222629917097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/4613657222629917097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-goes-out-to-all-my-friends.html' title='This goes out to all my friends...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-392504929235135618</id><published>2007-01-14T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:23:17.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>D' Day with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday - paintball challenge day! Those who were up to the challenge met at the &lt;a href="http://www.globalgutz.com" &gt;Global Gutz&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 &amp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In Retrospect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-392504929235135618?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/392504929235135618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=392504929235135618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/392504929235135618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/392504929235135618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2007/01/d-day-with-friends.html' title='D&apos; Day with Friends'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-1801331209652342488</id><published>2006-12-30T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:15:31.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>DWH Christmas Party @ The Verve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX0BMf0TxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O7muCLWkV38/s320/Picture-066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014182061518638866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX0lMf0T0I/AAAAAAAAABU/KOK04_xur00/s1600-h/Picture-092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX0lMf0T0I/AAAAAAAAABU/KOK04_xur00/s320/Picture-092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014182679993929538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX01cf0T1I/AAAAAAAAABc/VToV6cphNps/s1600-h/Picture-094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX01cf0T1I/AAAAAAAAABc/VToV6cphNps/s320/Picture-094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014182959166803794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX1FMf0T2I/AAAAAAAAABk/EpgntjP5Sko/s1600-h/Picture-091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZX1FMf0T2I/AAAAAAAAABk/EpgntjP5Sko/s320/Picture-091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014183229749743458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-1801331209652342488?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/1801331209652342488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=1801331209652342488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1801331209652342488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/1801331209652342488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/12/dwh-christmas-party-verve.html' title='DWH Christmas Party @ The Verve'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRcxoLGppAU/RZXyhcf0TsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MdSP8dycclY/s72-c/Picture-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-7226813964660611472</id><published>2006-12-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:49:41.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints? or not...'/><title type='text'>Effects of the Delayed 13th Month Payout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are those people, myself included, who rely so much on this payout to settle bills, particularly credit card bills.  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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the bright side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-7226813964660611472?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/7226813964660611472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=7226813964660611472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7226813964660611472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/7226813964660611472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/12/effects-of-delayed-13th-month-payout.html' title='Effects of the Delayed 13th Month Payout'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-3444515388443990259</id><published>2006-12-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:16:48.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophies'/><title type='text'>Philosophies in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just want to share some philosophies in life I try to live by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.  You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.  You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;~anonymous~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's another from one of my favorite novels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can't outwit fate by trying to stand on the sidelines and placing little side bets about the outcome of life.  You either wade in and risk everything to play the game, or you don't play at all.  And if you don't play, you can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Farrell&lt;br /&gt;Paradise by Judith McNaught&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-3444515388443990259?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/3444515388443990259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=3444515388443990259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3444515388443990259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/3444515388443990259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/12/philosophies-in-life.html' title='Philosophies in Life'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116495921464553565</id><published>2006-12-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:46:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I scored 42!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was over at Tina's blog and saw her entry on &lt;a href="http://tinaelaine.blogspot.com/2006/11/dr-phils-personality-test.html" &gt;Dr. Phil's personality test&lt;/a&gt;. I'm curious to find out how Dr. Phil would describe my personality.  I scored 42, and apparently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if these are all true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116495921464553565?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116495921464553565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116495921464553565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116495921464553565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116495921464553565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-scored-42.html' title='I scored 42!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116454896914876674</id><published>2006-11-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:50:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just finished The Promise by Danielle Steel - a very touching story of 2 people who are very much in love but were torn apart as a result of a very tragic incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael and Nancy were very much in love. They were planning to get married despite not getting the blessing of Michael's mom.  In their mad rush and excitement to start living their lives together, they met a tragic car accident, leaving Nancy with no choice but to let go of Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nancy was confident that Michael would eventually find her, even if she changed her appearance.  After all, they made a promise to never to say goodbye.  Little did she know that Michael's control freak of a mother would ensure that their paths would never cross again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They led separate lives for a couple of years - both driven to succeed in their chosen fields of expertise because that's all they have left of themselves.  Nancy changed everything about herself, including her name, and became obsessed with photography; while Michael continued to immerse himself in work, thinking that Nancy is gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fate brought the 2 of them together, until they eventually found themselves back in each other's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Typical love story, but how the story was written brought tears to my eyes. It was a very touching story of 2 people who are very much in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here I go again, wishing that life is just like the movies or the books we read.  I sometimes tell myself to stop obsessing with them, but all these fantasies about how life could be perfect and all its dramas just attract me so and make mo long to live a life just like our favorite heroines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116454896914876674?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116454896914876674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116454896914876674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116454896914876674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116454896914876674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116447849066349435</id><published>2006-11-26T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:02:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little food review on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Following the success of &lt;a href="http://makatibrunchclub.blogspot.com"&gt;The Makati Brunch Club&lt;/a&gt;, Kev has been encouraging me to write reviews about restaurants outside Makati, particularly those new places we try.  I've been meaning to do it, but there aren't any new dining outlet we've been to, until we decided to go to SM Megamall last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;CAVANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cavana, located on the Ground Floor, Bldg A of SM Megamall, offers a variety of chicken &amp; beef specialties that are uniquely Singaporean... I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior is so typical of fast food chains. - bright white lights, crowded tables &amp; chairs, booths along one side of the wall, a counter where customers can order and pay for their food, and little bits of food remnants scattered on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev ordered honey roasted chicken, which he claimed is just plain roasted chicken. I had the satay beef hot plate and it was yummy!  The beef was surprisingly soft, I was expecting it to be a bit rubbbery but it wasn't.  Its sauce was sweet with a twist!  The beef was served with garlic rice, its taste reminiscent of those served by Big Red Hen.  Served on the side are buttered vegetables and bean sprouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/933262/Image%28798%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/320/212133/Image%28798%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price we had to pay for everything was about P300. I enjoyed my meal, but looks like Kev didn't.  So I guess it was worth it for me, but not for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're looking for affordable Singaporean food on a hot plate, I'd recommend the Satay Beef.  But that's about the extent of my recommendation.  I've yet to try other specialties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;OHANA HAWAIIAN BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/378340/Image%28811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/320/977900/Image%28811%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last friday, we passed by this restaurant while wandering aimlessly inside the mall, looking for a new and affordable affordable place to eat.  Kev and I have always wondered how food served at the Ohana Hawaiian BBQ, located at the 2nd floor, Bldg A of SM Megamall, would taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitely beats the ambience at the Cavana, with Ohana's somewhat dim lights providing a flattering glow on the diners.  A sofa is available by the counter for hungry diners waiting for a table to be available.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/353258/Image%28807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/320/691312/Image%28807%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outside the restaurant are tables and chairs beneath coffee shop umbrellas, which I think should give a feeling of being "outdoors".  I didn't think it was cool though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/729850/Image%28809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/320/899760/Image%28809%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kev &amp; I both ordered Pork BBQ.  Nothing special here - it's just pork bbq. The condiment served along with the bbq is your typical sauce but with a twist, I'm afraid I'd have to say a bad twist.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Just thinking about it, reliving the moment when I tasted its sauce without the meat makes me shudder.  But it could just be me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/98285/Image%28813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/320/33738/Image%28813%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bbq was served with plain rice and macaroni on the side.  The macaroni salad is bland - lacks the flavor of the typical macaroni salad you get from other restaurant outlets.  Nothing special with the iced tea either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We paid P135 for the dish, not counting the drink.  For something as ordinary as this, the food is a tad pricey.  I think the dish is worth P85 to P100 max, and at that price, it should include drinks already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3802/2281/1600/933262/Image%28798%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116447849066349435?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116447849066349435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116447849066349435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116447849066349435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116447849066349435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-food-review-on-my-own.html' title='A little food review on my own'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116384437075629194</id><published>2006-11-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:52:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UIT - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the 2nd day of the UIT, we all headed to &lt;a href="http://www.microtel-cavite.com"&gt;Microtel Inn &amp; Suites Eagle Ridge, Cavite&lt;/a&gt;.  This time, the event was successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had almost 3 times as much participants compared to the previous day, we didn't experience downtime, connectivity was perfect, and the feedback we obtained were really valuable since most of the participants were all internet savvy travelers who had an experience in securing online reservations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The overnight stay was for me, unnecessary, as we finished all our UIT activities by 2pm on the 1st day, except for the sunset discussion. We had plenty of time to travel back to the office and catch up on backlogs. But for some reason, we opted to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was plenty of time to rest, or to catch up on emails, or to make chika with others. And for dinner, we all went to Tagaytay, then back to the hotel to get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only thing I find weird is how some people claim to be tired, when we actually didn't do much. I guess they're tired from traveling? We reached the office in just a little over an hour, so that was really quick. And it was a really comfortable ride, so I don't get it why some people are so tired. They didn't even stay up until 2 or 3am.  So why are they, again, tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways, with so much time wasted, I'm here, taking a break from work, when I shouldn't be... But here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Setting up before participants arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;PMMS ready for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dinner at Buon Giorno, Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessert at Cafe Breton, Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microtel Inn &amp; Suites Eagle Ridge at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microtel during the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/UIT-Microtel%20Eagle%20Ridge%20085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last picture before leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116384437075629194?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116384437075629194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116384437075629194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116384437075629194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116384437075629194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/uit-part-2.html' title='UIT - Part 2'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116356916043262635</id><published>2006-11-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:39:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're here at the hotel conducting usability interface testing for the new booking engine.  The entire morning, we encountered nothing but roadblocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were waiting for the 1st guests to arrive, which is supposed to be at 8am.  But due to the terrible Baclaran traffic, 1st guest arrived at about 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since its for the hotel website anyway, we decided to invite hotel staff instead.  When they finally arrived, we suddenly lost our internet connection.  We chatted about hotel stuff for a few minutes before finally deciding to stop the session while waiting for the internet connection to be fixed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As soon as it was taken care of, we are unable to connect to the server.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily, as soon as the next set of guests arrived, everything was back to normal.  But instead of testing the new booking engine, we ended up testing the existing interface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk about things going bad and half a day wasted! Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116356916043262635?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116356916043262635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116356916043262635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116356916043262635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116356916043262635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/uit.html' title='UIT'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116343458192792582</id><published>2006-11-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:16:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Conformist</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NONCONFORMIST are the explorers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often land them in hot water. They need diversity, and don't like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all  the facts before jumping to conclusions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this from a friend, and according to her quiz, I'm a non-conformist.  Now, thinking about it, I might actually agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a naturally curious &amp; enthusiastic risk-taker that often finds herself in trouble.  I love chaos and I hate routines.  I try to always look at the brighter side of things coz life is all about choices.  I ask too many questions but I seldom seek advise.  More often than not, I go by my instincts, which isn't always right.  Do I jump to conclusions?  Definitely!  But who doesn't?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116343458192792582?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116343458192792582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116343458192792582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116343458192792582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116343458192792582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/non-conformist.html' title='The Non-Conformist'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116308067726203176</id><published>2006-11-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:57:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Daniel Powter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where is the moment when you need it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me your blue sky's fade to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're standin' in line just to hit a new low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're fakin' a smile with the coffee to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're fallin' to pieces every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You work on a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had a bad day, the camera don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're comin' back down and you really don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had a bad day... you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might not make it back and you know that you could be well all that strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm not wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(oh, when you're down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause you had a bad day, you're takin' one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You work on a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had a bad day, you see what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how does it feel, one more time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had a bad day... you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116308067726203176?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116308067726203176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116308067726203176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116308067726203176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116308067726203176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116291934213887941</id><published>2006-11-08T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:14:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A ng Walang Magawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ey Ganns, borrow meme idea ha? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where were you 1 hour ago? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- playing computer games with mom &amp; geelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who will be your next kiss? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- who else? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- yep, throw pillows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is the last time you went to the mall? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; just this evening. i always pass through the mall on my way to the MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you wearing socks right now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was the last time you went to the province? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- last month, Cavite, company outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you wearing right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pambahay shirt &amp; shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your last purchase? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bought ice cream for dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last food you ate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ice cream!!! yummy!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kev :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nah, but i want to. I saw this great blouse in glorietta which i'm planning to buy soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a pet? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yep, si Kenok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the last sporting event you watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;basketball on tv last sunday, but i wasn't paying attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite class? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;call me nerd but I like Math, hehehe... in college, i liked Beverage Management - lab please... aloholic beverages taste test every week for 1 whole semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no place in particular, just not at home. i'd like to travel - there are so many places i'd like to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the last thing you purchased online? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- mp3 songs for Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How old are your parents? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;my mom's 58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite soup? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dunno, i'd eat anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you miss anyone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last play you saw? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Madama Butterfly back in college =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your plans for the night? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;post this meme, take a bath, read a book, then sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is the last person you messaged on myspace? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eargasmic 'Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever gone to camp? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Were you an honor roll student in school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;never, hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you know about the future? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nothing happens according to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you wearing cologne? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;not tonight, silly to wear cologne while at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What should you be doing now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what i'm doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What perfume or cologne do you use? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden, Lemongrass Sage by Bath &amp; Body Works, Amber Romance &amp;amp; Secret Crush by Victoria's Secret =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a tan line? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;very faint tan line from last month's outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How old do you want to be when you have kids? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; i'd love to have 1 now =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you collect anything? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Books!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have any tattoos or piercings? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;one piercing on each ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you like your soda? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;with ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you like hot sauce? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;depends on what i'm eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who do you like? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kev, my family and friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your mood? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bored, obvious ba? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you someone's best friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i hope so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the last TV show you watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bakekang... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tagging Leigh, Tina, Lean &amp; Ganns... sige na MBC friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116291934213887941?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116291934213887941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116291934213887941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116291934213887941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116291934213887941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/qa-ng-walang-magawa.html' title='Q&amp;A ng Walang Magawa'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116273568985085950</id><published>2006-11-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:08:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is a list of things that I want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want new clothes - My clothes are old. I need to replenish my wardrobe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want new shoes -  My shoes are worn out from all the walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a new book - I've run out of books to read. How am I going to get myself to sleep?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to travel - erm... The person I want to bring along doesn't want to travel - for now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go to the beach - I just want to relax and stare at the endless sea; and come sundown, to watch the sun set gracefully upon the horizon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to dance - I want to enroll myself in a dance class; don't know what kind of dance I'd like though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to own a Yamaha Electone organ - the type organ players use for recitals; I remember my last recital, it was fun!!! And, I want to enroll in organ lessons again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a new guitar - My guitar is broken; my brother claims its because of the heat and the rain, but i beg to disagree. It's his fault, he just doesn't want to admit it =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to play badminton - I need the exercise, and I haven't played in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get out of the house - I'm getting tired of being the perpetual coach potato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a margarita - yeah.. I think I need a drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To obtain all these would require cash - lot's of it!  Now that's something I don't have at the moment.  So I guess I'll just have to settle for being a professional coach potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116273568985085950?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116273568985085950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116273568985085950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116273568985085950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116273568985085950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-wants.html' title='My Wants'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116239779587891110</id><published>2006-11-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:16:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this puzzle and attempted to solve it.  It's Einstein's Brain Teaser which he claimed can only be solved by 2% of the world's population.  I wanted to believe that I'm part of the elite 2% who have beautiful minds, so I tried to work on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't solve it but I am not giving up just yet - I'm a person with logic... I can do this!!!  Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, if you want to give it a try, here's how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 5 houses in 5 different colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In each house lives a person with a different nationality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These 5 owners drink a certain beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigarette and keep a certain pet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No owners have the same pet, brand of cigarette or drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Brit lives in the Red house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Swede keeps the Dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dane drinks Tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Green house is on the left of the White house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Green house owner drinks coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person who smokes Pall Mall keeps Birds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man living in the house right in the Center drinks Milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Norwegian lives in the first house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man who keeps Horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The owner who smokes Camel drinks beer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The German smokes Marlborough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Norwegian lives next to the blue house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man who smokes Blends has a neighbor who drinks Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who keeps the fish?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me know what you get.  No googling please... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116239779587891110?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116239779587891110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116239779587891110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116239779587891110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116239779587891110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/11/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain Teaser'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116231230295971100</id><published>2006-10-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:34:46.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Maria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This story is for my friend.  It was nice chatting with you missie... it's been a while.  So here I finished the story we started.  Hope you like the ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;si maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si maria na walang malay&lt;br /&gt;walang kamuang-muang sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kanyang pagnanais na makamit ang pinakakamimithing kaligayan sa piling ng isang minamahal&lt;br /&gt;sa kalagitnaan ng kanyang pag-aagam-agam&lt;br /&gt;d nya namalayan&lt;br /&gt;na may isang lubak sa daan&lt;br /&gt;na naging sanhi ng kanyang pagkatapilok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagpak...&lt;br /&gt;una ang mukha&lt;br /&gt;sa isang pares ng mamahaling rubber shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unti-unting inakyat ang paningin&lt;br /&gt;sa pantalon na maong na mukhang mamahalin, ngunit halatang may ilang linggo na itong hindi nalalabhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;kinda narrow hips ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahan-dahang itinaas ang mga mata sa tight-fit na shirt na usong-uso ngayon&lt;br /&gt;ang kanyang dibdib... hahaha... ewan&lt;br /&gt;matikas ang kanyang tindig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bakas na bakas sa nakabalot na shirt sa kanyang katawan&lt;br /&gt;ang pandesal sa kanyang abs, na nagpapatunay na maraming oras ang ginugugol sa gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unti-unting syang bumangon sa pagkakadapa&lt;br /&gt;dahan-dahang inabot ang alok na kamay ng matipunong mama&lt;br /&gt;sabay mabilis na nagnakaw ng tingin sa mukha&lt;br /&gt;isang saglit lang&lt;br /&gt;at natuwa sya sa kanyang nasilayan&lt;br /&gt;ngunit sya ay napangunahan ng hiya&lt;br /&gt;hindi makuhang tumingin ng tuwid sa nakabangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinag-isipan nyang mabuti&lt;br /&gt;kung nararapat ba syang humingi ng paumanhin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gwapo sya&lt;br /&gt;at mukhang magalang&lt;br /&gt;pano kung sya na nga?&lt;br /&gt;palalagpasin ko pa ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sya ay naglakas ng loob&lt;br /&gt;tumitig ng direcho sa mga mata ng mala-adonis na lalaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ako nga pala si maria&lt;br /&gt;pasensya ka na sa pagkakabangga&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko sinasadya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinitigan si maria ng isang pares ng malalim na mata&lt;br /&gt;matagal bago nagpakita ng reaksyon&lt;br /&gt;nang sya ay unti-unting napangiti&lt;br /&gt;at sabay na nagsabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ako nga pala si george&lt;br /&gt;short for georgina&lt;br /&gt;sister!!!&lt;br /&gt;hindi tayo talo!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wala lang... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116231230295971100?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116231230295971100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116231230295971100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116231230295971100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116231230295971100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/si-maria.html' title='Si Maria...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116222713602654790</id><published>2006-10-31T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:52:17.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a crazy Monday because of a "singit" urgent ad hoc task that was due end of the day.  Give me numbers anytime and I'd be more than happy to work on it. It doesn't matter if it takes more than a day to finish, I would be happy to do it.  But ask me to do research?  No, thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nyahahah! As if I have a choice?  We managed to pull through though, and we were able to give more than what's required of us.  So I'm proud! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116222713602654790?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116222713602654790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116222713602654790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116222713602654790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116222713602654790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-monday.html' title='Crazy monday'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116162593413233015</id><published>2006-10-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:52:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a proud ate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While walking to the mall on my way to meet up with Kev, I received a text message from my sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ate! CPA na ako! Ang sarap ng feeling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After several months of reviewing, her hardwork finally paid off!  I'm so proud of you little sis!  Here's to more good things happening in your life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116162593413233015?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116162593413233015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116162593413233015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116162593413233015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116162593413233015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-proud-ate.html' title='I&apos;m a proud ate!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116109585624628251</id><published>2006-10-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:01:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Against Them! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are days when I am simply amazed at how talented other people can be.  I'm even more amazed when they're more talented than I am!!!  I know... I know... I think so highly of myself. But hey, that's what makes me survive in this crazy world. Hihihi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116109585624628251?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116109585624628251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116109585624628251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116109585624628251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116109585624628251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-against-them-p.html' title='Me Against Them! =P'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116092116870396830</id><published>2006-10-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:55:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Several months into the rainy season, the company finally decided to push through with the outing. With the exemption of a few colleagues who couldn't make it at the last minute, we all headed to &lt;a href="http://www.caylabne.com.ph"&gt;Caylabne Bay Resort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Upon arrival at the resort, we were all given leis and drinks to quench our thirst.  We waited a few minutes, everyone not wanting to get off the bus as Superman Returns was playing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Teambuilding activities after we all settled in our rooms.  Go orange team!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;After a couple of very physical teambuilding activities, we all freshened up and had dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;...then dressed up our "Ms. DWH" contestants.  Sad to say Ms. Celine Orange Calamnsi only took the 2nd runner-up place, tied with red team's Jay-la?  Not sure what they named him. 1st runner up is green team's Carla Grasa, while the crown went to PJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Teambuilding activities officially ended with a group picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yey!!! With activities finally over, we can now have our own fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Leigh and Tina wondered what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Leigh proposed to make Tina drink beer, so we tried to push 1 half-empty bottle her way.  Strong-willed as she is, she refused, until she was handed a shot of tequila.  I would have loved to post her pic here, but since Tina's my friend, I decided not to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We headed to one of our colleague's suite and had a house party.  I wonder if Leigh and Tina fancy Markie?  Hehehe... We partied until 4am that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then woke up at 6:45 and had breakfast, then took a dip in the pool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6288.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6288.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Finally, time to go home.  These people with me are the people I hung out with while at the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/CIMG6294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/CIMG6294.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We were all tired and couldn't wait to get home. But we sure had fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116092116870396830?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116092116870396830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116092116870396830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116092116870396830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116092116870396830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116049355429325891</id><published>2006-10-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:19:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meron Pa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reading some blogs over at friendster, and noticed 1 which talks about having no other job vacancies available except as customer service representatives in call centers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello?!?! D ka lang naghahanap!  Come to DWH and apply for any of the job offered - we're hiring Performance Maximization Assistants, Web Designers, Copywriters &amp;amp; Search Engine Marketing Specialists.  No shifting and super friendly people to work with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala na bang iba? Meron pa, marami pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116049355429325891?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116049355429325891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116049355429325891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116049355429325891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116049355429325891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/meron-pa.html' title='Meron Pa!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116031535122216801</id><published>2006-10-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:19:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love dogs - especially pure breed toy dogs - they're such a cute bunch that I just can't get enough of them whenever I see one. I also love mongrels, but only those cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;askals&lt;/span&gt;. I have 1 such pet at home and his name's Kenok. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/kenok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/kenok.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kenok as a pup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I was over at Kev's place yesterday for lunch. I always enjoy going there as they do have quite a number of dogs!!! There's Peachie, Mopy, Dot-dot, Jet &amp; Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/joey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An added bonus is whenever his sister and her kids visit, they always manage to bring along at least 1 pet. Yesterday, they brought with them a Chinese shar pei named Botox.  She's so adorable!!!  Makes me want to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/botox.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/botox.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Botox - I wonder if he can see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I so love dogs. But we can't have more than 1 at a time. Having at least 2 won't fit inside our little house.  Oh well, at least we do have Kenok - sweet yet terrifying Kenok Manok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/kenok2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/kenok2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenok on his back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116031535122216801?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116031535122216801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116031535122216801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116031535122216801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116031535122216801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/doggies.html' title='Doggies!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-116028175947849531</id><published>2006-10-08T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:32:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Cab Drivers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met Kev at close to 9pm Friday night. We had a quick dinner, had a quick smoke right after, goggled at the new ipod nano on display at one of the store windows, went to Tower Records to buy some CDs before finally deciding to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We found ourselves stuck in Ayala Center, impatiently waiting for a cab to bring us home without the usual haggling for how much they're going to add to the fare.  We waited for more than an hour, walked from SM to Glorietta, then on to Landmark and Greenbelt, before going back to Glorietta 2 to wait some more. All cab drivers were saying it was traffic going to Pasig and they wanted P50 more on top of the fare.  One cab driver even had the guts to ask for P300 to bring us home, when it usually just costs P100, and that's with extras already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime a cab driver refused to bring us home, I'd grumble to myself "stupid cab drivers!" I just refuse to believe that it's traffic along EDSA going to Pasig at 10pm on a Friday night, because it just isn't possible.  I always get that from cab drivers, and whenever they say it's traffic, it never is so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At around 10 past 11, we finally hailed one who was willing to take us home.  I was giving Kev a look that says "Yey! This guy isn't going to charge us extra."  So we settled inside, made ourselves comfortable for the much-awaited ride home.  While winding our way within Ayala Center to get to Ayala Avenue, cab driver suddenly said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Traffic ho papuntang Pasig. Mag-Kalayaan na lang ho tayo. Traffic kase sa EDSA, halos hindi umaandar sasakyan papuntang Pioneer.  Saka pakidagdagan na lang ho ng singkwenta yung metro. Wala ho kaseng pasahero dun sa inyo eh, babalik pa po ako ng Makati."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did we have a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, when we finally got home, it was close to midnight. The cab driver was right, it was traffic going to Pasig that night.  It took us more than 30 minutes to get home, when it should just be 10-15 minutes at that time of the night.  =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-116028175947849531?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/116028175947849531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=116028175947849531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116028175947849531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/116028175947849531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-cab-drivers.html' title='Stupid Cab Drivers!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115986404683090366</id><published>2006-10-03T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:09:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days of Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, that's how it was when super typhoon Milenyo hit us. Some people are luckier than most, while the the less fortunate ones had to endure no electricity supply for days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday morning, I arrived earlier than usual for work. Not 2 hours later, management sent us home. I took a cab and hurried home, afraid to be outdoors, caught in the middle of the storm. Upon reaching our house, there was no electricity. I'm such a coach potato that without tv and dvd player, I would be left with nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During these days of darkness, I entertained myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned a new song to play on my guitar. With the help of Kev, I learned to play on my guitar part of Sitti Navarro's original song, Para Sa Akin. Unfortunately I didn't get to finish it. Apart from the fact that my fingers hurt as it was a difficult piece to play, I was also afraid my ipod would run out of battery if I kept listening to the song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read novels by candle light and finished 3 books over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When my eyes got tired from all the reading, I went to sleep - in the middle of the day. This is such a weird thing for me because when we have electricity, I would rather watch movies on dvd or watch fave shows on tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I wasn't doing any of those things, I played cops &amp; robbers with JC, our family's sort of adopted son. The 2 of us would each have our toy guns, seek cover from behind chairs, desks or whatever's big enough to hide us. My absolute fave in playing this game is how JC would play dead - first falling to his knees, gradually falling down until he's on his side, right leg crossed over his left, face slightly turned towards the floor with his eyes closed! Oh and btw, his act wasn't complete without making this weird "ack" sound when he's "hit".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/JC_cops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/JC_cops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, the silliest thing I've done thus far to pass my time.  I sat backwards on our computer chair, chin resting on top of the back rest, arms wide open while spinning the chair repeatedly, singing my LSS song at the top of my lungs.  The spinning chair gained momentum as I neared the end of the song, until I finally stopped the spin at the same time my last note ended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first 2 I mentioned, I get to do regularly. But for the last 3,  those don't really fit my personality.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how summer solstice can get you restless and make you act crazy?  If ever there's such a thing as back-to-the-old-days-without-electricity solstice, then that last act I did to pass time could probably be my wackiest, non-sense-est, insane-est act ever.  Crazy, crazy, crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115986404683090366?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115986404683090366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115986404683090366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115986404683090366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115986404683090366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-days-of-darkness.html' title='Three Days of Darkness'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115934034212167759</id><published>2006-09-27T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:59:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend referred me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a blogsite where people can send their secrets while still maintaining their anonymity.  Each entry is well-written and direct to the point.  Succinctly said, I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visit their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and read about strangers' secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115934034212167759?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115934034212167759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115934034212167759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115934034212167759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115934034212167759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115928585821459123</id><published>2006-09-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:54:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalugin Mo 'To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever tried one of those quizzes people pass around via emails? It always helps when one is bored and is just looking for something to do. The last time I saw one of those was during the SARS era, when we almost had nothing to do in the office. Online sales were at an all-time low and all CSRs were left twiddling their thumbs. It was during those times when the boss would see employees doing something else besides office work and still wouldn't mind. Don't we all want bosses like that? Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, one friend sent me one such quiz yesterday. The quiz is to translate all those English words into Tagalog. Being a perpetual Tagalog-speaker, I thought it'd be a breeze. Sad to say I failed the quiz, scoring only 66 out of 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naman! What's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;announcement &lt;/span&gt;in Tagalog anyway? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pahayag&lt;/span&gt;? It didn't work. What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;Isn't it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;kaalaman&lt;/span&gt;? Or am I just stupid? Hahaha... What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sewerage&lt;/span&gt;? For that I absolutely have no idea =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the words I can't think the Tagalog equivalent of: announcement, approach, benefit, calf, care, city, customs, dictionary, erase, excite, feature, flame, gerund, group, guide, idiom, instruction, judge, knowledge, office, park, petal, refreshment, report, research, ribbon, sewerage, standard, suggestion, valley and window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115928585821459123?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115928585821459123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115928585821459123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115928585821459123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115928585821459123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagalugin-mo-to.html' title='Tagalugin Mo &apos;To!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115911050545386116</id><published>2006-09-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:08:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom always say, I must always find alone time to do things for myself, and I do. Yet, I find myself envying those people who never seem to run out of things to take care of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I spend too much time by myself, not going anywhere on weekends, unless it's absolutely necessary. I read books, I watch tv, I learn songs to play on my guitar, but somehow I still get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need a vacay, at least I think I do. I love the beach, but I haven't been near one for almost a year. I can go window shopping, but I get depressed when I see things I like that I can't afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have too much time on my hands. I need to keep myself busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115911050545386116?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115911050545386116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115911050545386116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115911050545386116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115911050545386116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-much-time.html' title='Too Much Time'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115903438238863100</id><published>2006-09-24T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:09:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my brother was in college, he was the lead singer for a rock band. He wore plaid shirts, tattered jeans and had long hair that he'd always wear in a ponytail. When it was time for him to go on stage, he'd let his hair down and bang his head in time to the crazy music. I must admit they were good - at least being the loyal sister that I am, I must believe they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eventually, he mellowed down a bit and went for the much subdued acoustic songs. He would play his guitar the whole day, tap his foot in time to the beat and sing his heart away. Occasionally, he would ask me and my younger sister to jam with him, and we always ended up having so much fun. Sad to say that with the re-emergence of alternative music, those jamming sessions were over. But not for my bro though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how call centers come up with different activities to ensure their agents stay with them and have a good time throughout their tenure? One such activity is the battle of the bands, which my brother and his staff decided to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here come practice sessions, with my brother on vocals yet again. He records those sessions and proudly makes us listen to how... ah... uhm... erm... let's just say they need more practice =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115903438238863100?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115903438238863100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115903438238863100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115903438238863100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115903438238863100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-bad.html' title='I&apos;m So Bad...'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115885795340009737</id><published>2006-09-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:59:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Barney Purple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw Barney again tonight, singing, dancing &amp; hitting the drums. Isn't he weird?  JC, our "adopted" kid, resumed playing Barney shows on dvd. For the past couple of months, we thought he outgrew these shows already as he would always insist on watching either Shrek or The Incredibles. Boy, were we wrong! And we really thought we'll never see that purple dinosaur ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there was Barney, moving in time to Dino Dancing Tunes &amp; singing Baby Bop's Hop Song. I swear, soon I'll be able to sing all Barney songs by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, the ultimate question that's been bugging me ever since I saw that thing on tv suddenly bugged me again -- WHY IS HE PURPLE? Why not a more acceptable dinosaur-like color, say moss green or brown perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm not the only one who's wondering why... I searched "barney purple" in google and it returned 1.68 million results! Here are some findings from my so-called research:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone paid a fee to ask this ultimate question at &lt;a href="http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=2294"&gt;answers.google.com&lt;/a&gt;. However, the asker rejected the answer. I think it was too serious for him to consider. It just said that purple is an appealing color for children and that it helps develop their imagination. If I was the one who asked, I would probably reject that too...  There was another one who answered that Barney was supposed to be red, but since it was a threatening color and yellow and blue are out of the question, they opted for puple as a compromise. Furthermore, the color purple is easier to "technologically reproduce", especially for old TVs. Hmmm... are those enough answers for me to put the question to rest?  Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Barney+purple"&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, they have accepted Barney Purple as an acceptable color "slang".  They even used it in a sentence: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I had to get them to re-paint the whole room.  I am NOT having my living room Barney purple!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jihad.net/"&gt;Jihad.net&lt;/a&gt; has created a role-playing game called Destroy Barney!  But since I'm not into role-playing games, I didn't explore this further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found an archived short article in &lt;a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9F0CE2DD1730F936A15757C0A965958260"&gt;The New York Times'&lt;/a&gt; website which refers to a previously written piece titled "Of All Dinosaurs, Why Must This One Thrive?", referring to Barney as a "talking eggplant."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there you have it... my attempts at having the "ultimate" question answered.  But I'm still in the dark -- why is Barney purple again?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115885795340009737?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115885795340009737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115885795340009737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115885795340009737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115885795340009737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-is-barney-purple.html' title='Why is Barney Purple?'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115842579051831972</id><published>2006-09-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:30:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I stumbled across a cool blog a few minutes ago.  From the moment I read its description, I was hooked.  The blog is all about a collection of candid photographs of strangers, captured in the middle of doing whatever.  The blog is participated by friends who share a common interest, and that's love for capturing moments in photographs.  They call it &lt;a href="http://strangersamong.blogspot.com"&gt;Strangers Among Us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115842579051831972?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115842579051831972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115842579051831972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115842579051831972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115842579051831972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-blog.html' title='Cool Blog'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115834629370746161</id><published>2006-09-16T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:32:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Struck Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last year, my boyfriend introduced me to the wacky scenarios caused by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.improveverywhere.com"&gt;Improv Everywhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - a growing "organization" (for lack of a better term) based in New York.  This group was created by Charlie Todd in 2001, and has since then executed quite a few missions involving "secret agents".  Some missions required participation from avid fans, while some were executed only by core members.  Their tagline says it all - "We cause scenes" - and caused scenes they had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I imagine that careful planning was always involved whenever the group comes up with a new mission - serious research, budgeting, some testing, composing songs and sometimes even rehearsals - the works!  They exert all those efforts to "cause chaos and joy" to whoever is there to witness them accomplish their missions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To date, I have 3 favorites so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=30"&gt;The Moebius&lt;/a&gt; - Undercover agents performed a series of events which lasted for 5 minutes, meticulously repeated 12 times, all within an hour.  Patrons at that particular Starbucks outlet might have thought deja vu, or could've been weirded out, or if they were sane enough, have thought those agents were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=42"&gt;Best Gig Ever&lt;/a&gt; - Undercover agents headed to a club in New York on a Sunday night, at a dead time slot, to watch a band perform.  They asked everyone who wanted to participate to download songs composed by the band and memorize its lyrics, so that they could sing along while the band performed.  The result -- the best crowd reception the band ever got,  a better time slot and more gigs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=48"&gt;Even Better than the Real Thing&lt;/a&gt; - Agents performed on a rooftop and pretended to be U2!  Undercover agents, strategically positioned a couple or so blocks away from the venue helped gather people to watch U2 perform live!  The police had no choice but to make an arrest for the disruption of peace.  However, even if it's clearly obvious that the band wasn't U2, undercover agents stuck to their "identity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take a look at their website, and have a good laugh while reading each agent's reports on their missions.  The reports could be quite lengthy, but it sure is a fun read. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115834629370746161?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115834629370746161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115834629370746161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115834629370746161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115834629370746161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-they-struck-again.html' title='And They Struck Again!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115834252315862239</id><published>2006-09-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:50:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masas - Greenbelt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lean, Leigh &amp; I headed to Masas in Greenbelt 2 to have lunch there again. We had a coupon for a free order of 1/2 crispy pata, which was given to us when last we brunched there. Take a look at the review I posted for Masas at &lt;a href="http:makatibrunchclub.blogspot.com"&gt;The Makati Brunch Club&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dining at Masas in Greenbelt 2 in Makati is always a delight. Aside from the great food, it's also a great place to hangout with friends and catch up with each other's lives. An added bonus are occasional acoustic performances at night, which never fails to delight music-lovers, such as yours truly. Watch out for my friend &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iamzion"&gt;Zion&lt;/a&gt;, who won last year's Next Big Thing - Search for the Next RnB Star. He sometimes performs at Masas, accompanied by his acoustic buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the food... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tina, Leigh, Lean and I headed to Masas in Greenbelt 2, along with a few co-workers, to celebrate Tina &amp; Leigh's birthday. I hesitated at first because I know menu items could be a bit pricey - I didn't know they have "silog" items that are quite affordable (the most affordable being at P105).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/adobo%20flakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/adobo%20flakes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adobo Flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I ordered Adobo Flakes, served with fried rice, scrambled eggs, diced tomatoes &amp; onions with 2 slices of salted egg and sauce on the side for the adobo. The food was hot when it was served; and the entire dish was not at all oily, at least not as oily as "silog" food served in other restaurants. The saltiness of the adobo, even with its sauce, was just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was fast.  But that's probably because we went there early.  The staff were also friendly, they struck a pose behind us when we took pictures of each other. I think they're quite notorious for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/masas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/masas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a look at those bartenders behind us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken last year when I had dinner with some close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115834252315862239?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115834252315862239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115834252315862239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115834252315862239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115834252315862239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/masas-greenbelt-2.html' title='Masas - Greenbelt 2'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115825185193715650</id><published>2006-09-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:37:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caught the Bouquet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3802/2281/320/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Newly wed couples are getting more creative as they think of ways to ensnare their poor single friends to participate in singles' games during wedding receptions.  If they do it the traditional way, they can expect none of the ladies to scramble for the flower bouquet, while men won't fight for the garter when the unlucky lady isn't a hottie.  Naman!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a result, newly wed couples have no choice but to come up with crazy games just to get all single friends to participate.  Winners will be based not on who was worst or who was best, but on something only the newlyweds understand.  It's getting quite predictable actually... so predictable that when I participated in such a game during the last wedding I attended, I decided to be the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The newly weds started calling out names of single ladies "randomly".  Right... they have all their single friend's names written in small pieces of paper, and they called everyone who's name is written on those.  They weren't even drawing lots!!!  So yes, they selected single friends randomly... When they called out my name, I boldly went up front.  I had a strategy.  I was confident.  I won't be the "lucky" girl.   The girl who can say "Congratulations" for the longest time wins.   Two seconds into my congartulations, I choked.  I asked for a second chance.  Either the couple didn't hear me, or they chose not to.  No biggie, I knew they wouldn't pick extremes - I was safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was wrong!  They picked the shortest time!  It was me!  Oh dear... I decided to be a good sport  and participated for the duration of the game.  No hard feelings towards the couple.  Did I have a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As soon as it was over, my colleagues started getting excited for another wedding they'll attend soon -- MINE!!!  Are they crazy???  Catching the bouquet doesn't mean I'm next.  Catching the bouquet doesn't mean I'll let it decide my fate.  Don't get me wrong, I would love to get married - tomorrow, sometime soon, or in the distant future... It doesn't really matter when.  All I know is that my boyfriend and I will get married when the time is right.  Besides, we're still young... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33651024-115825185193715650?l=idj-nuninu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/feeds/115825185193715650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33651024&amp;postID=115825185193715650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115825185193715650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33651024/posts/default/115825185193715650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-caught-bouquet.html' title='I Caught the Bouquet!!!'/><author><name>Idj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488239927853224410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/752831629_8d8eec3f6a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651024.post-115728828445868974</id><published>2006-09-03T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:58:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clients na Pasaway!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's weekend, and I'm stuck here at home doing serious office work -- unfortunately scheduled to do some operational stuff for the weekend. Well at least I don't need to come to the office just to do that. I could just stay home, hook-up my laptop to the internet and I'm all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so amazing how some people manage to find themselves in the same situation over and over again. After educating them to prevent certain things from happening, one can't help but wonder how they can be so incredibly stupid to allow the same things to happen again. Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating when you find yourself in such scenarios. You think of ways to resolve the issue, sometimes you speak with their clients on their behalf, and slightly reprimand them for allowing it to happen. You get them to promise not to let it happen ever, but not even a couple of months later, you find yourself doing the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... clients! Don't we all wish those difficults ones would just go away? But hey, we need them. And yes, let's admit it, we find ourselves getting stronger with every difficult situation we face, every impossible issue resolved. So I guess I should just stop complaining... 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