tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47520280285500878132024-02-21T02:40:09.049+08:00lachrymoselachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-27809362717782538902011-04-29T11:30:00.002+08:002011-04-29T11:51:37.142+08:00Friendship<a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50274_231305874764_7070094_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50274_231305874764_7070094_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I am blessed because I have many friends. However, a few times my Mom has warned me not to get too caught up in my friends' problems. I usually find myself along the sidelines or worse in the middle of things, aiding them and helping them out.<div><br /></div><div>There was once when a friend was so broken because of her boyfriend (they are back together and doing great) just in case you're wondering. She was so devastated so I had to find time to travel to her home place, take her out, get her message across her boyfriend, get his message across to her, make a point to always talk to her... you name it! It wasn't the first time that this happened but it was this one that I was very involved. I kept telling other friends, when will I worry about my own love life? I have to stop worrying about other people's love lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>A friend was abused by her live-in partner and I had to rescue her and her kids out of the guy's home. She is doing quiet well if you'd like to know. She has separated from that guy since however the kids are with the guy because she is working abroad. She can't trust her own family to take care of her kids. The guy's family was very willing to take them in anyways. I just hope that they are taking good care of them. She's in love with someone else however the guy is married although separated that is why she broke up with him when she finally realized that she's placing herself in a very very bad situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another friend is undergoing major depression and is short of going crazy. Yes a guy is again involved, actually there's two of them: one who was an ex who committed suicide; and one who was a former suitor who had a change of heart. But that is not all, part of her depression is caused by not passing the bar exam twice. This one is a hard one. I actually don't know what to do but be there for her as much as I can.</div><div><br /></div><div>I value friendship. 'Tis one of the important things in life. To all my friends, I love you guys. You mean a lot to me.</div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-67098567063315092992011-03-30T09:47:00.004+08:002011-03-30T10:00:02.759+08:00I MatterYou pass me by and you don't even care<div>You wouldn't even pick me up</div><div>You wouldn't stoop that low</div><div>People who'll see</div><div>Might think you're desperate</div><div>I do not matter</div><div><br /></div><div>Now you're riding the jeepney</div><div>You open your purse</div><div>You should have picked me up<br />You have the driver a bill instead</div><div>I matter a little</div><div><br /></div><div>You saw me again the next day</div><div>You still didn't pick me up</div><div>Someone slashed your bag</div><div>And stole your wallet and more</div><div>Will I matter?</div><div><br /></div><div>But you found your purse</div><div>And count the clinking coins</div><div>You're one peso short</div><div>You gave out a greater sigh</div><div>Now, I matter</div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-52016469753079282052011-03-05T09:12:00.002+08:002011-03-05T09:25:09.907+08:00LostI just turned 29 recently and I had a blast in Palawan. I went there alone and I believe I'm going to do that again in the future. However, Dona was right, it can get lonely travelling alone. But you do accomplish much and I was not literally alone. I was with a vanful of tourmates. I got to meet a lot of people during my tours.<div><br /></div><div>I am still single and the one that I love just told me yesterday that he is not going to leave his ex. He was planning to do so since August of 2009. He told me it just happened. He decided to stay last night. He's easily swayed and he's weak. I told him Princess is really his kryptonite but he corrected me and told me it's Mona, his bestfriend since college. He said that he loves her still. He has loved her for 11 years now. He never gave up until the 9th year. She's in Australia. He's in Singapore. I told him to go see her within the year perhaps. I told him to not come and see me anymore and save that up for his trip to Australia instead. Talking to him about his great love for Princess was devastating and to hear him talk about Mona was more devastating. How come I am unable to stir this kind of love on a man?</div><div><br /></div><div>I let him go. I have stopped believing in Keech and I since yesterday. I know I was fooling myself all these years. What's the point right? He will never see things the way I do which is really sad for me at least. The future is bleak. I don't even know what tomorrow brings. It's not even gray. It's just pitch black and I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel.</div><div><br /></div><div>I typed in "What do I do now?" in Google. Several websites came up when I hit enter. I closed my eyes and highlighted one. Clicked that website and choose to close my eyes and pick three words an they were: a, weblog, updated; in that order. And so here I am updating my blog which I haven't done in a long while. I believe I will choose my path using this method for now. And let life take me where it takes me for I'm lost.</div><div><br /></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-27609942830841565662009-08-17T05:13:00.026+08:002010-06-15T08:22:17.359+08:00I Found Heaven in Bohol<div align="center">I just arrived from my trip to Bohol. I had the greatest time. I think I'd be traveling more often since it was a great experience.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYJzF95tU4cONCGbJo9d1DcAi4WZjvEA00j1EUgGOtd5i8_Yk3sDnmxW1NzIAkQ-Lt-B6jbFMzywscSlUvTSZUH1-xo7-wbui8ovzEGEkZ4jBsRNB1Zsg_RxCG0muPedwDEegidiMvMM/s1600-h/DSCN9664.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370683060835924482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYJzF95tU4cONCGbJo9d1DcAi4WZjvEA00j1EUgGOtd5i8_Yk3sDnmxW1NzIAkQ-Lt-B6jbFMzywscSlUvTSZUH1-xo7-wbui8ovzEGEkZ4jBsRNB1Zsg_RxCG0muPedwDEegidiMvMM/s320/DSCN9664.JPG" /></a>Here I am with Amy (with shades) waiting for our flight in old Pasay NAIA Domestic Airport.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefzwR6H2rnuZSsphwbuIFKllgITs_w34TerDLiJVZgpyzAg-5vL1aJdcMZoP5PGuwQKL8wc0rY6_8wAkycTl7uZJ-sdmtwtFQgSU-f6gpw7rUGFzRT-ni-0fJSFz2CRKk_S-N5drmwvQ/s1600-h/DSCN9665.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370682718788193170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefzwR6H2rnuZSsphwbuIFKllgITs_w34TerDLiJVZgpyzAg-5vL1aJdcMZoP5PGuwQKL8wc0rY6_8wAkycTl7uZJ-sdmtwtFQgSU-f6gpw7rUGFzRT-ni-0fJSFz2CRKk_S-N5drmwvQ/s320/DSCN9665.JPG" /></a> We boarded Zest Air flight Z2 981 on schedule.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYiXbv7yruwJvgtp-msQH2aqII-H8IJY47NBTRCOJSSaFbkXgVCOPOhpDWhdkdBH1I0oa08q0km3Vve3ixSH3hMWMaEem9ZJZ11n3yyIdHfdUaOYq3DDLrp7gyqXRxhGhUrf5UdigQl0/s1600-h/DSCN9669.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370682389011111106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYiXbv7yruwJvgtp-msQH2aqII-H8IJY47NBTRCOJSSaFbkXgVCOPOhpDWhdkdBH1I0oa08q0km3Vve3ixSH3hMWMaEem9ZJZ11n3yyIdHfdUaOYq3DDLrp7gyqXRxhGhUrf5UdigQl0/s320/DSCN9669.JPG" /></a> My first airplane ride was with this plane! I rode a chopper once though. It's not categorized as a plane is it?<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_FZ7UcdNQsfqTmY_XaZmUnRnCxUVaKL_ugqMrPH6dxSzbQCow2yy3j6t6odmeycrbjSNRPweAkvmm5q3U-Qg8DJuMXKX_FloppsWFmuKfyYAwzt9h1Fen6TIAnkB9oObBlZ8Klr1gIHA/s1600-h/DSCN9668.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370682136493192690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_FZ7UcdNQsfqTmY_XaZmUnRnCxUVaKL_ugqMrPH6dxSzbQCow2yy3j6t6odmeycrbjSNRPweAkvmm5q3U-Qg8DJuMXKX_FloppsWFmuKfyYAwzt9h1Fen6TIAnkB9oObBlZ8Klr1gIHA/s320/DSCN9668.JPG" /></a> Yey! We arrived at Tagbilaran Airport.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCBmxfherLtNwg8oKGq4AtMyVkk61re3rMXVoldNI5XRJyKz45N8SBsOHQh7I6Ats905uHBSouqKRY_DbcyhHgYuB7OdzIlph8s2H92iX86n3lUxScCy3n_mxS7MCFpcn81Vjr4tExmY/s1600-h/DSCN9685.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370681092515585426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCBmxfherLtNwg8oKGq4AtMyVkk61re3rMXVoldNI5XRJyKz45N8SBsOHQh7I6Ats905uHBSouqKRY_DbcyhHgYuB7OdzIlph8s2H92iX86n3lUxScCy3n_mxS7MCFpcn81Vjr4tExmY/s320/DSCN9685.JPG" /></a> We visited the Loboc Church which is the second oldest church in the Philippines next to the one in Intramuros. That's what Manong Ian, our guide, said. We visited the museum in the second floor and the church downstairs. It reminded me of San Agustin Church.</div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370680548337372018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9rtuTaYg1sbwXyUneiOb6iD1cx6fCejj0dp0lkXSwQKMRplmzw5y2lXs7ykJ34hKIwTBbCxeybNd_d9Z9LVPLOxV6rufLRkL3IJgVDwZIw1jzyqz2zWTxFFP-SXR7VggBVbvvq1Xh-o/s320/DSCN9690.JPG" />I had to have a photo-op with a tarsier. This is said to be the smallest monkey and is nocturnal. So please don't take their pictures with flashes on because they will go blind.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFEZxTExFUdgM_kM91pd_ZKJATEZbgC1SFyW4RJT8Q8fU65l26BMywQ1_iMUoeVLbbkN0teXtUUxyiw6slZ7yvMxsMpCzyP00q2p18w2kpQU2VB-6ufCRp4Z6FFfjNTQxF9i-X7eRPUg/s1600-h/DSCN9698.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370680178884146514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFEZxTExFUdgM_kM91pd_ZKJATEZbgC1SFyW4RJT8Q8fU65l26BMywQ1_iMUoeVLbbkN0teXtUUxyiw6slZ7yvMxsMpCzyP00q2p18w2kpQU2VB-6ufCRp4Z6FFfjNTQxF9i-X7eRPUg/s320/DSCN9698.JPG" /></a> Here I am with Jacky (in stripes) and Amy (in pink) at the Loboc River for our buffet lunch and long river cruise.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3bvQNz7vOOI2In88CWFyUDfaqI1Vnfr0xnBoF2b7WAXKhnXm0ZR2FMomoYTnlYnvV8AIMwNOiE6YnbeJvxsWbi1zlG5zxhnHzDojvd__9txP6Gh89IbNnzS6bAWw59cVXKhEAKDswxE/s1600-h/DSCN9740.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370677561870109778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3bvQNz7vOOI2In88CWFyUDfaqI1Vnfr0xnBoF2b7WAXKhnXm0ZR2FMomoYTnlYnvV8AIMwNOiE6YnbeJvxsWbi1zlG5zxhnHzDojvd__9txP6Gh89IbNnzS6bAWw59cVXKhEAKDswxE/s320/DSCN9740.JPG" /></a> Of course, everyone visits he famous Chocolate Hills of Bohol whenever tourists visit here. It was beautiful just like in the pictures but it's different when you get to see it for real so biyahe na! It's green because it's the rainy season but during summer it's brown that's why it's dubbed Chocolate Hills.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370677084442485314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRauf1T_RpNrvhYSVG6LI4S3CvHL_lqozAaY-1D8I7zxeHKKOMFO5zvd1inkBi_rjg62H7GGYPzrn2int2saRwB5nseX_5HT4wj0MdaxYiGI7x4YppVeCu0cduLwQaF7lJnKaP3-SYI8s/s320/DSCN9752.JPG" />On our second day, we had to wake up early to go dolphin watching. It's so cool. It's hard to get a good shot though because they only come out for a few seconds or minute. But it would have been better to go there earlier so that there aren't too many boats which startle them. You have to be on the site at 6:00am so probably you leave at 5:30am.<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt4S6KxGQioxNUMMdPcpKEAwIhZXUYeeA9RQPR4b_dzO2NEcr0EdisIoliUROv4T1znqtz7BE_JCSeepEcaOKt0qZThZXfvjMPip1EhdhZuYG_HlBghOwJHGiWFRncaj3Ts09gS5gVtM/s1600-h/DSCN9784.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370676446356398498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt4S6KxGQioxNUMMdPcpKEAwIhZXUYeeA9RQPR4b_dzO2NEcr0EdisIoliUROv4T1znqtz7BE_JCSeepEcaOKt0qZThZXfvjMPip1EhdhZuYG_HlBghOwJHGiWFRncaj3Ts09gS5gVtM/s320/DSCN9784.JPG" /></a> Here is Tita on the boat with Balicasag Island in the background.<br /></div><div align="center"><embed height="345" name="Metacafe_3099625" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/3099625/snorkeling_in_balicasag_bohol.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/3099625/snorkeling_in_balicasag_bohol/">Snorkeling in Balicasag Bohol</a> - <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/">Funny home videos are a click away</a></span><br /></div><div align="center">This is for me the most fun of all the activities I have done in Bohol. You should try it. Amy said that the snorkeling site here is better than in Bora. Too bad I didn't have an underwater camera. I should have shown you that we swam over a school of fish and saw hundreds of colorful fishes.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370675594767255090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BAOm9maCBDEFJWBPSDHSBXGqRebBRhUyUwdFBwaNQWonf97pReWkXS8R3dGAy2CAHhpGGV1C_VMH6TLBcXCPb-jrp7SDV8MAncEtkmU9nTZyUhSordG-IRZAEcRCJiAAS2O6IMgX75c/s320/DSCN9785.JPG" />We also visited the Virgin Island. They told us that no one lives here because usually it is covered by water when the tide is high. We also met a couple of boatman who arranged a packed lunch here for P300 per person. They served mostly grilled food. It looked delicious. And we got rained over when we visited this island.</div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6MTxYazkXxBTNa1zy93vls43i7ggsT6RKHkQDRvSppJXwQrqg_hjxRVCujxb0WlqUsgdEzHUgKpFp68hoKOJBcKzXVRT8xigr_IFQfPYNDhl3ln4RGlTzCm0GVnVkVAeK8gFEytNHMQ/s1600-h/DSCN9811.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370674828026666482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6MTxYazkXxBTNa1zy93vls43i7ggsT6RKHkQDRvSppJXwQrqg_hjxRVCujxb0WlqUsgdEzHUgKpFp68hoKOJBcKzXVRT8xigr_IFQfPYNDhl3ln4RGlTzCm0GVnVkVAeK8gFEytNHMQ/s320/DSCN9811.JPG" /></a> This is our last dinner in Bohol. They usually sell you fresh fish, veggies, meat, etc. and then cook it for you. A meal for every person ranges from P150-P200 per person per meal and it's already quite filling. </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBsoXFDc5yDQWIzpIBd4gptFIncfTDwqA4VeROWCB9ZRQNNtam-y1IvzEvHpXGtu7KnHGUZ7mJ_-ONIjJYlNcY9o78QNI-8N6WbrAJlAd0kXlFkemP9O67dymfMDfYqLeHrwRh-XJLaE/s1600-h/DSCN9814.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370674510371529186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBsoXFDc5yDQWIzpIBd4gptFIncfTDwqA4VeROWCB9ZRQNNtam-y1IvzEvHpXGtu7KnHGUZ7mJ_-ONIjJYlNcY9o78QNI-8N6WbrAJlAd0kXlFkemP9O67dymfMDfYqLeHrwRh-XJLaE/s320/DSCN9814.JPG" /></a> This is Alona Beach at night</div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7dkQojj4Iv_r-bDFL_EasYSniEzJKud3KMoEcZNysAOeEBpHUEGYObTbU21ReXy-EUvvOto49VgK5pU4RWMNph1KV3gfumdKJ8jwzTDEEHihnALLMtNJtqMAEV0-dgTqA-ZCMI11L8A/s1600-h/DSCN9830.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673807190401458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7dkQojj4Iv_r-bDFL_EasYSniEzJKud3KMoEcZNysAOeEBpHUEGYObTbU21ReXy-EUvvOto49VgK5pU4RWMNph1KV3gfumdKJ8jwzTDEEHihnALLMtNJtqMAEV0-dgTqA-ZCMI11L8A/s320/DSCN9830.JPG" /></a> Enjoying the rattan beach bed of Alona Tropical resort. I was so tired after a full meal and tons of exciting activities.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphxBouFW8GAMVCfBzMkAiaT2X_BRKF6dyECfc7eXJm0qZTT5QSoPCMqh-vjgqqRdlZahoAAb_J0QguN6UAO_OUBQQCWRmcKA9ErN3LWN_7uGa3cZaqnXF5OQ2acV9AsFI_FuT1lybY9Q/s1600-h/DSCN9860.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673440766593938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphxBouFW8GAMVCfBzMkAiaT2X_BRKF6dyECfc7eXJm0qZTT5QSoPCMqh-vjgqqRdlZahoAAb_J0QguN6UAO_OUBQQCWRmcKA9ErN3LWN_7uGa3cZaqnXF5OQ2acV9AsFI_FuT1lybY9Q/s320/DSCN9860.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Here we are on our last leg of the trip. We went back to the Blood Compact monument.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaVI71u2xZA_2T8If0NNSUa-fjI7c_WaqxbGsP-XO5RvkPTbQ4heA0Y7irxBemwypT7MLVCxzYmyDzGbGu-9dTUidILfV6EcM7C9mLWIwg0KXnCIfMirV5lZd7az9SPJxHrN5KPGqIJ4/s1600-h/DSCN9875.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673146772273010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaVI71u2xZA_2T8If0NNSUa-fjI7c_WaqxbGsP-XO5RvkPTbQ4heA0Y7irxBemwypT7MLVCxzYmyDzGbGu-9dTUidILfV6EcM7C9mLWIwg0KXnCIfMirV5lZd7az9SPJxHrN5KPGqIJ4/s320/DSCN9875.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Here I am with Jacky on the way back to Manila. I think I'd be traveling more often from this time forward. On both flights, I was seated on the window seat. It was swell!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-10271413889168004232009-07-21T07:48:00.003+08:002009-07-25T09:13:33.867+08:00Fuming Over Five Pesos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mch08UBEO3Dn9rCtyVSRbD11Bn9uVNsDjP6kiDElLb-8obKtXBJj8Ph7Eugn5lf_ByxhBgGkVQu-Yo4ijBs1mwykWANMBkDBLTg96MFX9MAWUQB8gYu0BYbBRGC1x_8VjT-VLG5I2_Q/s1600-h/430071244_3882bb34a9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362199455442179746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mch08UBEO3Dn9rCtyVSRbD11Bn9uVNsDjP6kiDElLb-8obKtXBJj8Ph7Eugn5lf_ByxhBgGkVQu-Yo4ijBs1mwykWANMBkDBLTg96MFX9MAWUQB8gYu0BYbBRGC1x_8VjT-VLG5I2_Q/s400/430071244_3882bb34a9.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I hate it when I feel that someone has won. I hate letting someone get away with something I firmly believe is wrong. That's how I felt when I gave the additional five pesos the driver asked for my fare from Edsa to Maceda. Never thought that such a meager amount does have an effect on me. It's so true, it's not really the amount that matters but the fact that one has one up on you.<br /><br />Chocolates makes me happy so I ate two to make me feel better and ate Laine's veggie tortilla. It alleviated some of the brooding ill feelings inside me. He he he he he... Grrr I still wish he doesn't get his "boundary" today. *laughs* I'm so mean.</div><div> </div><div>photo courtesy of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jiformales/430071244/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/jiformales/430071244/</a></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-8782654387408696822009-06-01T03:29:00.016+08:002009-06-09T15:49:23.163+08:00A Drastic Change<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfw7OeOtJzJMKMj7q6I2SMMMl3v4yewu-1wP0tC3oo6XYnHhAyMBHXvUQlVBcrGJHRoCNR5IGj_2c-pGno0Nc9H-16GwKh84uMVC39QHsSOx1taYSkrv67-lYMYfkW7tx5chUFqikPlUM/s1600-h/200-pounds-beauty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231496575041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfw7OeOtJzJMKMj7q6I2SMMMl3v4yewu-1wP0tC3oo6XYnHhAyMBHXvUQlVBcrGJHRoCNR5IGj_2c-pGno0Nc9H-16GwKh84uMVC39QHsSOx1taYSkrv67-lYMYfkW7tx5chUFqikPlUM/s400/200-pounds-beauty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />I don't go out as much right now like I used to. I'm still trying to get used with my illness that is recurring. Getting my much needed rest and sleep is my top priority and so my only recreation for now is watching movies online. I have a penchant for anime, manga, and chick flicks. I especially love two sites right now where I get my daily dose of these which are <a href="http://cruncyroll.com/">crunchyroll</a> and <a href="http://mysoju.com/">mysoju.</a> Of course, I have to watch them during free time and not during the days I have work or else I'll be dead meat! I miss shopping though. I miss going out. Hope, a good friend of mine, is studying for the bar right now so we can't go out as much. Kiko ain't no help either because he hates going out. I even have a complimentary movie ticket but I don't know when I could find the time to go out and watch a movie on the big screen. But not to fret, I'm the kind of person who isn't bored even if there's a downpour outside (btw, I love the rain, and that's a different story altogether) because I can find something to do even in the comforts of my own room. I love to chat, read, write and right now I'm watching countless of asian movies and dramas. I just finished watching Zettai Kareshi (Absolute Boyfriend) which is about an robot built for love. How cheesy can I get?! Well I'm all for cheese. It's was based on an Japanese anime but the actors in this series are Korean. Will you love a robot like you would a real man?<br /><br />I am stuck with the Korean version of Blondie's Maria. I can't stop the music in my head. It was from the OST of a Korean movie titled 200 Pounds Beauty which stars Kim Ah-Joong - a fat, ugly, ghost singer and sex phone operator who is in love with the producer for the singer she lends her voice to. The good thing about these asian movies and series are their ability to inject fun. The plot also unfolds well and sometimes very suprising. If it was a Filipino movie or telenovela, it's non-stop crying and shouting, all drama and they're too predictable.<br /><br />I love the OST. Maria is addicting and I especially like how she pronounces "beautiful girl" in the other song from the movie with same title. If you want to watch them and listen to the songs just follow the youtube links below: </div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfktLlMnUMU">Beautiful Girl</a> </div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfktLlMnUMU">Maria</a> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231356014010114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpwc_3WXuq-4KuDZ0QtHu8GHcHKuN9fkX4JT84dbqhymSobkDi6lsherHtSIGr7fRtcL9x5OTkOZr9tAVccesOpniFpk75SbHevDvv7OQbzEycQE2Bo4dPqdv4EBxn8w2hsjWhly_ysA/s400/babe_sad.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br />To watch the video streaming of the movie just click on the link below: <a href="http://www.mysoju.com/200-pounds-beauty/">200 Pounds Beauty</a></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-18240123112132815622009-05-19T12:51:00.002+08:002009-05-19T12:57:17.197+08:00Thank you Joel for allowing me to post my revision of your poem in my blog.<br /><br />By the way, Joel Josol is one of the members of pinoypoets yahoo group. He posted several revisions of his poem in the pinoypoets mailing list. It reminded me of "A Passionate Patience" which is a collection of essays where renowned poets discuss how they create their poems. I had fun going through his revisions.<br /><br />Here's my own version of Echo...<br /><br />Echo<br />as revised by Gisela, inspired by Joel Josol's Echo<br /><br />I remain seated.<br />The echo of your footsteps<br />is behind me.<br /><br />The evening wind whispers<br />and hums in my ear.<br />Sigh!<br /><br />A bucket of water is poured<br />over the flame that is still there.<br />I am left with the crackle of embers.lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-4878253117793800772009-05-11T05:35:00.004+08:002009-05-11T06:41:11.810+08:00i'm very blessedI can't even count the reasons why I'm very blessed. I can mention a few.<br /><ul><li>I was in a car crash recently and I lived, we all lived. No one was hurt and we didn't hurt anyone.</li><li>My family loves me even when they are a pain sometimes.</li><li>I have constant communication with most of my friends and of course I know those I barely talk to are with me in spirit. (I hope all of you are doing well.)</li><li>I have work and is doing well. (I just hope my QA scores will get better).</li><li>Lots of taho vendors pass by my street and in the corner there's a barbeque stand, <em>carinderias </em>are everywhere, and there's an array food peddled here as well.</li><li>I still have a roof over my head.</li><li>I believe I have a good life ahead.</li></ul><p>But I go through what every one goes through, hurdles and bumps along the way. I learned my little nephew was in the hospital recently but they told me he's fine now. It really is hard when someone in the family get sick. I had to be called rude and was called names by frustrated Americans who couldn't pay their debts. This is part of the job but it gets to you sometimes, but all you can do is laugh it off and don't mind it. I am unable to visit a friend who I planned and promised to visit several times.</p><p>And there are those rare times someone will say, "...<em>Ayaw ko na. Every turn I see proof that you are unstable, needy, and creepy. Someone will take care of you, and I am not it. Lose my number, I mean it..." </em>Mckee, believe me when I say I don't need you. I'm not asking you to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I'm a grown woman. Should I ever need any comfort or anything my family and some of my good friends are there. </p><p>I want to literally burn all my memories of you but then I read on my diary something you told me, "<em>I wouldn't want to let you inside my wall because I fear that you might not like what you see. I don't want to lose you</em>," I just can't bring myself to do it. </p><p>You know what? I also don't want you in my life. I can't help it when every turn I'm reminded of you. It wasn't my doing when suddenly I was in the same company and account as your sister, nor was it my doing when suddenly a friend of yours from work was my dormmate. Believe me when I say, I want to forget you and think you don't exist.</p><p>But even if I'm hurting right now, I'd still like to let you know, I believe I'm very blessed.</p>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-2186277985026295872009-03-10T02:57:00.007+08:002009-04-04T12:57:05.332+08:00project artThanks to blogging, I get myself to write every now and then. However, that's not the only thing that I want to do. Call me ambitious but I love art so much I want to practice lots of it and not just concentrate on one. Yes I've heard about the quote, "Jack of all trades, master of none," but I can't help but love them all.<br /><br />My love for art has just been revived while I was talking to an 18 year old architecture student from Davao in ateneo dalnet. I showed him a drawing I made more than 5 years ago. He liked it and told me "pasado!" Plus I saw a subscription from <a href="http://www.markcrilley.com/">Mark Crilley</a> when I opened my youtube subscription again. It made me want to get my pencil and draw.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-f_dlUyOUHdGRlc8vkLdaJJuyR3ieTeikez3SwShe_Jh2QVjMRrjARRMH75OVHsrlMEcKJc7f6KpL4f89J8f29D54rcQUkXK7AAubfgz-MAICRCwZGjNd42o1RAUNDIoEC_KP0SK7e4/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311269064465252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZoPwBU20HLY2JJQrmwEXnn-qfez4fXpFxABP3346k6aB_lODgdUyEvzcgZEezGK3GcdZK1IJwzLTPOcJvLTZ5PynXTCuH9S9WGDS3HrHV4_Ee_LgYYt8kMMLlfx8xcPtNGJNq9RCWl3s/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /><br />I posted this on my wall a few months ago... or was it a year already. I can't remember. Did I follow it? Nah. I'm a lazy dreamer. But I'm hard on myself. Talk about lots... Maybe I could convert the week here to months but then again why not try it out if I could do it. I'm very good at planning out but I fail at implementation. Who knows I might be able to do all those!<br /><br />A friend also gave me the site for a graphic art contest online named <a href="http://good50x70.org/2009/">Good50x70</a>. The deadline for submission is on April 1, 2009. Join in! Let's all fill our life with art!lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-2848582379735372862009-02-26T20:42:00.007+08:002009-03-08T23:41:06.105+08:00Procrastination at Its BestI recently touched base with my high school friends. Memories of school flooded me. I love school. I loved it so much it took me 10 years to get a degree.<br /><br />I graduated from high school back in March 1997. I only got my first degree, Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing on March 2007.<br /><br />I started college at the age of fifteen. I studied Bachelor of Science in Accountancy at Far Eastern University (FEU). I breezed through college and was a member of the Honor Class and the Honor Society. It helped that my parents were very supportive with school plus my mom's an educator.<br /><br />Education is really a big thing in the family that is why it was painful for them when I decided not to take the final exam in three subjects because my university knowingly implemented a curriculum which was only approved by the Commission on Education when we were already in third year. The curriculum was retroactively applied. This is not permitted by law.<br /><br />We sued FEU. We won in the lower court last September 2002. FEU filed an appeal and until now there's no decision from the Court of Appeal.<br /><br />Life had to continue. After reviewing for a year for the board exam, I finally decided to enroll in another school. I applied in UP Diliman. Luckily, I passed the talent exam for Creative Writing even if I was 45 minutes late and only had 45 minutes to take the exam. It was a blessing in disguise. It wasn't easy starting college again in a new school at the age of 21.<br /><br />These years were the darkest in my life. I hope and wish that this will remain so. It wasn't easy. Zillions of times I felt regretful of the decision I made but bounced back again. It took me four years to finish the course. It was grueling.<br /><br />However, it was sweet. I felt I was the happiest and luckiest of all among all the graduates who walked that stage.lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-76565987051529060212009-02-11T16:54:00.000+08:002009-02-11T16:56:04.854+08:00Mattie<div>Hi Mattie!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIRazOSCT_PDqd7IuXRJAXwFrkZ9dbk2sRnLw-wCxwh2iFhh2kKTXkGSW_fL8WWPhiMyRIttShIVFt2sJut24PD2gT5a4FCRGdudLEOTgxzj8zBQnKHBdvpJiKs4D-dC41d_jdXB_xnE/s1600-h/1_575843888l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301460885063124210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIRazOSCT_PDqd7IuXRJAXwFrkZ9dbk2sRnLw-wCxwh2iFhh2kKTXkGSW_fL8WWPhiMyRIttShIVFt2sJut24PD2gT5a4FCRGdudLEOTgxzj8zBQnKHBdvpJiKs4D-dC41d_jdXB_xnE/s320/1_575843888l.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-27088205875150692702009-02-08T10:21:00.000+08:002009-02-14T09:46:06.363+08:00Tita na ako!My nephew Ralph Matthew was born yesterday February 7, 2009 at around 9:17 pm...<br /><br />***<br />Mattie,<br /><br />I can't wait to see you!!!<br /><br />-love Titalachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-50494219433722479442009-02-08T07:52:00.000+08:002009-02-08T08:29:23.810+08:006 doctors in a week!<div>I've seen six doctors in a week.<br /><br />1. Family Med Doctor from Intellicare advised me it was vertigo and prescribed betahistine. She told me to check with an EENT. (January 30, 2009)<br /><br />2. EENT Doctor at Makati Med told me that my ear drums were fine. It's just diet, lifestyle, and stress. (February 2, 2009)<br /><br />3. ER Doctor at Makat Med just gave me meds and asked me to continue with betahistine. He advised me to see a neurologist because I had head trauma when I was a kid, it was my second attack and my ears were fine, and i was under medication but it still had the symptoms. (February 4, 2009 close to midnight)<br /><br />4. EENT Doctor from UST asked me to do several tests. He changed my medicine to stugeron and prescribed vitamins. I will go back to him once the test results are in. (February 6, 2009)<br /><br />(Tests were scheduled for February 16, 2009.)<br /><br />5. Optha Doctor from UST advised me my eye pressure was ok. I had 20/70 without glasses but 20/20 with glasses. Nothing wrong with my eyes. (February 6, 2009)<br /><br />6. Neurologist Doctor from St. Lukes told me that the medicine the second EENT doctor gave me was good and the tests too. He asked me to do the test and come back to him if the EENT doctor has tested me negative for peripheral vertigo. (February 6, 2009)<br /><br />(He requested the tests too and I checked with St. Lukes if theirs were faster. I was scheduled for tests this coming February 10, 2009, Tuesday.)<br /><br />*sighs* I was so tired last Friday...</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLtR833CX-zHbAtGI1aFva0pR-pFoS0gnw4DvCa4mekJiYhaaphNxcuqdUDXlMaAO9wo5TQEdtoeGu8RG9REKug6ZSp2RSP0ePcqZAS1yRgUqhpfX7GUr3qca72En4tBuoAr1sX_tHd8/s1600-h/meds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300216861733944530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLtR833CX-zHbAtGI1aFva0pR-pFoS0gnw4DvCa4mekJiYhaaphNxcuqdUDXlMaAO9wo5TQEdtoeGu8RG9REKug6ZSp2RSP0ePcqZAS1yRgUqhpfX7GUr3qca72En4tBuoAr1sX_tHd8/s320/meds.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-27157947712141882222009-02-05T09:20:00.000+08:002009-02-05T10:43:22.306+08:00when the world is spinning round and roundLast Thursday January 29, 2009, at around 4pm I was awaken by severe pain. My left ear was inflamed again. I mustered the strength to get up and buy myself medicine at the nearest drugstore. The pain subsided.<br /><br />Around 8:30pm, Joan and I were talking about how she will go about her resignation and when I stood up to start cooking, I was attacked by severe headache and dizziness. I also felt like vomiting.<br /><br />I went to the doctor the following day and her diagnosis was Vertigo. Since my left ear was inflamed, I was advised to see an EENT doctor come Saturday.<br /><br />Saturday, they referred me to a certain Doctor, however, he cancelled going to his clinic and was asked to go back Monday. I went back Monday February 2 and was advised my ear drums are intact and that the only problem is my ears are too clean. He advised me that it might be diet, stress, or lifestyle that might have caused my vertigo. He told me that vertigo might have stemmed from problems with the ear, eyes, brain or general blood circulation.<br /><br />I continued the medication of the previous doctor I saw.<br /><br />However last night, February 4, at around 9:30pm I had the same symptoms again. This time my ears were not inflamed. I asked my brother to take me to the hospital. They arrived at 11:30pm and I went to Makati Med's ER. I was advised to rest and go to a neurologist.<br /><br />I hate getting sick. It's expensive and it's not fun. =(<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3umZ3wWX_2HUgvqCxKPukMpCQHc79rihZ09iQYUu1EwFUrbPiMu5OpbWn8jDrI612FvN_VhyphenhyphenydiyQQBdhV7UrShh1P10u7cqfaiNHdmK3q92GoAqsHhLsqaJYEUwjhOpdH2LteZYI9g/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299127786750509922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3umZ3wWX_2HUgvqCxKPukMpCQHc79rihZ09iQYUu1EwFUrbPiMu5OpbWn8jDrI612FvN_VhyphenhyphenydiyQQBdhV7UrShh1P10u7cqfaiNHdmK3q92GoAqsHhLsqaJYEUwjhOpdH2LteZYI9g/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you want to know more about vertigo?<br /><br />Here are some sites I came across:<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_(medical)">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_(medical)</a><a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/462/main.html">http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/462/main.html</a><br /><a href="http://www.healthline.com/adamcontent/vertigo-associated-disorders">http://www.healthline.com/adamcontent/vertigo-associated-disorders</a>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-88111398539888132842009-01-24T11:28:00.001+08:002009-01-24T11:29:37.020+08:00new year, new numbersI know, I know. Ilang beses ba ako magpalit ng number sa isang taon. E sa mura na ang sim e. Hahahahaha. Kidding. New year, new numbers. Sige na pagbigyan nyo ako. Erase all the old ones... Eto na yung bago...<br /><br />My new numbers:<br /><br />Globe 0927******* (Main, laging dala, nakalagay sa aking mumurahing phone na love na love ko kasi may FM at ang ganda ng tunog)<br /><br />Smart 0918******* (secondary pero techie, pwedeng kang magvideo call or multimedia message to me dito *wink*)<br /><br />Sun 0923******* (pang-unlicall at unlitext, pangtelebabad, tawag na! ha ha ha ha ha)<br /><br />(numbers not revealed for security purposes)lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-30947579170418236602008-11-03T07:57:00.001+08:002008-12-02T17:28:53.546+08:00new<a href="http://aiyaiska.multiply.com/photos/album/19/graduation#8"><img border="0" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/4/photos/19/500x500/8/n556645453-4973171-5741.jpg?et=2TJnFYZnU7N6K8j49BIzHA&nmid=140555096"></a><br /><br />I just started training for a new company. I didn’t expect much because of the blunder I just got from my previous company. Hopefully everything will go smoothly for my clearance later. However, my class is the most fun training I’ve had so far. The people are crazy and wacky. We went out drinking last Friday and they’re a tad crazier outside but also shared their sentimental side. I wish to have good working relationship with this people.<br /><br />There is also a matter with my new home. During weekdays I live in my dorm. I have to share the room with six other ladies but it’s ok. I’m getting the hang of it. I’m so used to having my own room and bathroom but at least I don’t have my people bossing me around. There was just this one time though a case of luggage being delivered for someone at the dorm but no need to dwell on that. If she will really think of it, if not for me she won’t have her luggage that day I did her good and she should be thankful.<br /><br />Anyways, there’s just one thing lacking… or someone lacking rather… someone I can start making memories with…lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-13806757725040796872008-09-06T17:27:00.001+08:002008-09-06T17:27:32.683+08:00expectationsYou told me not to expect. I told you I’m going to wait. They are contracdictory. You told me you’re not even expecting then maybe you shouldn’t. I’ll start not expecting too. You told me to stop my obsessions of him not because you are around. I will. I let you be and let you be free and forget about that Friday night…lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-53193946204763996102008-08-30T16:26:00.000+08:002008-09-01T04:22:00.394+08:00everything fell into place<p>It may feel like it's very alien or abrupt how this all started but there were indications right? Anyways, we are taking baby steps. I'm realizing the signs only now. It feels like we fit right into each other. It feels like everything fell into place.</p> <p>I don't mind that it happened only now nor the fact it took two years before we finally had the courage to venture or even consider it. You were so into her and I got scared as I was someone new in your life. I had two rocks I was knocking my head with, one after the other. You were a witness to all that. We're both stupid. Nevertheless, here we are. Maybe, those people had to pass by so we could appreciate each other more.</p> <p>I'm not scared that it won't work. I know it would. What scares me is to fathom what won't make it work. However, this is not time to be scared nor to think of things that has not happened yet and are even uncertain. This is time to look forward for the days that I know you're ever closer to me (for I can't say I only have you now for you have always been there).<br /></p> <p>I think I already loved you even before I knew I did.</p> <p>Thanks for making me happy...</p>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-83200162446569344552008-08-09T14:17:00.000+08:002008-08-13T20:47:23.109+08:00some nerdy chicIt's a Saturday and I woke up early to take a bath and try on my new make-up.<br /><br />I just bought Revlon's Colorstay because I've been watching youtube videos about make-up and I have heard great reviews from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/xteeener">xteener</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/itsjudytime">itsjudytime</a>.<br /><br />I also bought myself an eyeshadow palette from Revlon and will use it as a base for the eye shadows I already took from Mom. He he he he he he! Oh I'm not a meanie. They were gifts to her that she didn't really like nor use. She's a lipstick person. I try not to take any of her lipstick from her except for those she freely gives to me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/5/revlon.jpg?et=eLGYDVYSkwxkrBAt8tZwtQ&nmid=109617836"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/5/revlon.jpg?et=eLGYDVYSkwxkrBAt8tZwtQ&nmid=109617836" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I noticed that the blush and powder gave way probably within an hour or 2 because of my very oily skin. Probably due to heat (I don't have an air-conditioned room), the lipstick melted a little after that. But the eye make-up is still very vibrant. Putting an base really does make the eye make-up last.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/3/curling-iron.jpg?et=DiA5UZdBR%2C61%2B4hby%2C0Sug&nmid=109617836"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/3/curling-iron.jpg?et=DiA5UZdBR%2C61%2B4hby%2C0Sug&nmid=109617836" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />After 3 hours, I decided to curl my hair. I've bought myself a curling iron long time ago but I haven't tried it. This is my first time to try it and I love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/1/curls.jpg?et=0ba1ZtxotEoJBeasmDVPKg&nmid=109617836"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/1/curls.jpg?et=0ba1ZtxotEoJBeasmDVPKg&nmid=109617836" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I also use the nick nerdy`chic in IRC. (Oh by the way I didn't get it from <a href="http://www.xanga.com/RiceBunny">Michelle Phan</a> although I love this girl. I just discovered her on youtube and I envy her skin and big eyes! We'll talk more about her next time and her aspirin mask.) I started to use it (the nick) when some guy just wedged it in my head that i was a nerd because i told him i love literature, books, anime, and computers. Because of the nick, lots of people have been asking me whether I own a pair of glasses. In fact, I do. I've been wearing them since 2002 but it's just 100 and 75, left and right respectively. I just bought a new pair because the last pair was broken and here it is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/4/glasses.jpg?et=VFY9pQTLjOdXLbx4NJXFFQ&nmid=109617836"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/4/glasses.jpg?et=VFY9pQTLjOdXLbx4NJXFFQ&nmid=109617836" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Besides, I believe to be a real nerd, one doesn't need to look the part but be the part.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/6/with-glasses.jpg?et=CjaJrNqvscpurCRZ0J4qcw&nmid=109617836"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.aiyaiska.multiply.com/image/3/photos/13/400x400/6/with-glasses.jpg?et=CjaJrNqvscpurCRZ0J4qcw&nmid=109617836" alt="" border="0" /></a>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-12687670907776738712008-07-26T22:50:00.000+08:002008-09-12T13:20:30.859+08:00xrays<div style="text-align: center;">Ouch! That's all I can say.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/xray-1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/xray-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Taken before the dental surgery...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/xray-2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/xray-2.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Taken after they took the crown off...<br /><br />P.S. Some people were asking why didn't my dentist take everything out.<br />Don't worry they took everything out, even the roots. My dentist just had to remove it part by part because it grew sideways.<br /></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-73143978439480017562008-06-30T21:36:00.000+08:002008-06-30T21:55:24.954+08:00Happy Birthday Dad!!!I love giving gifts may it be for someone else or myself…<br /><br />I must admit the person who has received the most gift from me value and quantity wise would be Lola. What can I say?! I’m Lola’s pet. It’s about time I share my blessings with her as she never fails to share hers as well as time, effort and sweat. I bought her tiles, blouses, and a stove. I have given Mom a few but not as expensive and not as often (Babawi ako Ma!).<br /><br />But on this fateful day when my Dad turns 50! I will give him the most expensive gift I have given someone to date - a new phone. (Dad, this was even more expensive than my own birthday gift for myself but of course that’s not counting the other things I bought just on a whim). I hope he will like it!<br /><br />It may be a few days or weeks until he can get hold of his new phone but I’m already excited for him. When I asked him to choose between a stylish phone with no camera as against one which doesn’t look as nice but has a camera, Dad chose the one with a camera. Even if he already has an SLR and digicam. The camera of this new phone may not have the megapixel Dad but it has a camera just like you wanted and it’s very stylish too. I’m sure it will make you look the hip kind of Dad that I know you are…<br /><br />I love you Daddy!!! This is for you!!! (Dad, this gift will also be my advanced Christmas gift… I finish paying it off this coming Christmas… He he he he he)<br /><br />Let’s take a peek!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00476.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://aiyaiska.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc00480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-57118081618001979402008-05-18T14:01:00.000+08:002008-05-18T14:06:20.790+08:00BenCab's UP-Cal Grad speech: 'Bakit Bad Trip ang Pagtatapos'<p><em>Delivered before graduating students of the University of the Philippines College of Arts and Letters, 21 April 2007, at the UP Hardin ng mga Diwata, Diliman, Quezon City</em></p> <p>Kapuwa kong Pambansang Alagad ng Sining at Dekano Virgilio Almario, Kawaksing Dekano Marilyn Canta, Kawaksing Dekano Jose Wendell Capili, Kawaksing Dekano Regina Gochuico, Kalihim ng Kolehiyo Dr. Teodoro Maranan, kaguruan ng kolehiyo, mga magulang, mga panauhin, at mga magsisipagtapos, magandang hapon sa inyong lahat.</p> <p>Anong ginagawa ng estudyante sa eskwelahan? Pupunta ng klase. Tapos? Pupunta sa susunod na klase. Tapos? Magtatanghalian. Tapos? Pupunta ulit sa isa pang klase. Tapos? Pupunta sa huling klase. Tapos? Tapos, araw ng pagtatapos.</p> <p><strong>Graduation</strong>. Araw ng pagtatapos. Sino ba ang nagtatapos? Kayo. Ano ba ang natatapos? Kayo rin. Tapos ang maliligayang araw n’yo. Dapat araw ng pagsasaya ang araw na ito, at sigurado akong kahit anong mangyari, kahit ano pa ang sabihin ko ngayon, walang magpapalungkot sa inyo. Kaya naman naghanda ako ng listahan: ang sampung dahilan kung bakit bad trip magtapos. Pagkatapos kong magsalita, tingnan lang natin kung di kayo mag-unahang mag-enrol ulit.</p> <p><strong>Unang dahilan, pag tapos ka na, wala nang baon.</strong> Pakapalan na ng mukha kung manghihingi ka pa ng pera sa mga magulang mo. Dati-rati, nakakakupit ka pa, ’yung sobra sa hiningi mong tuition fee, halimbawa. Pag tapos ka na, ikaw na ang magbabayad para sa koryente, sa tubig, sa renta. Kung may mas bata kang kapatid, ikaw naman ang magbabayad ng tuition fee n’ya. Pag nagkataon, ikaw na ang hihingan ng baon ngayon.</p> <p><strong>Ikalawang dahilan, pag tapos ka na, wala nang kaibigan</strong>. O, sobra naman yata ’yon. Pero aminin na natin, kokonti ang panahong makakapagsama kayo ng barkada mo. Alangan namang sa iisang kompanya kayo lahat pumasok? Liliit na rin ang oportunidad na makakilala ka ng bagong kaibigan. Sa kolehiyo, bawat sem may bago kang nakikilala kasi may bago kang kaklase. Mas mabagal ang prosesong ito sa permanenteng trabaho. <em>Isipin n’yo na lang, pag estudyante pinakanakakaasar ‘yung walang kuwentang group mate. Ang trabaho, para s’yang isang napakahabang group work.</em></p> <p> </p><p><strong>Ikatlong dahilan kung bakit bad trip magtapos, wala nang panahong magbasa</strong>. Kayong mga taga-College of Arts and Letters, may bentahe kayo. Masarap mag-aral ng arte at letra. Isipin n’yo na lang ‘yung mga taga-Eng’g, sa tingin n’yo ba nag-eenjoy sila sa pag-aaral? May kakaibang sarap sa pagbasa ng tula , sa panunuri ng mga larawan, sa pagkatuto ng kung ano ang “Good Morning” sa Aleman, sa pagtatanghal sa teatro, sa pagtatalumpati. Pag tapos ka na, pag nagtatrabaho ka na, pagod na lagi ang utak mo sa pag-uwi. Telebisyon na lang ang pahinga.</p> <p><strong>Ikaapat na dahilan, wala nang bakasyon pag tag-init</strong>. At mas maikling bakasyon sa Pasko. Kawawa naman kayo.</p> <p><strong>Ikalimang dahilan, wala nang libreng gimik</strong>. Dito sa UP, maglakad-lakad ka lang may makikita ka nang kasiyahan. Pag fair, halimbawa, p’wede kang umupo lang sa benches ng Sunken Garden. Rinig mo na ang musika. E pag tapos ka na, saan ka pupunta? Alangan namang mag-camp out ka sa labas ng Araneta Center?</p> <p><strong>Ikaanim na dahilan, hindi na p’wedeng umabsent ng anim na beses</strong>. Wala nang academic freedom kasi wala ka na sa akademya. Pag tapos ka na, pag nagtatrabaho ka na, umabsent ka ng higit sa tatlong beses, tingnan lang natin kung saan ka pupulutin.</p> <p><strong>Konektado ito sa ikapitong dahilan, pag tapos ka na, hindi ka na p’wedeng mag-drop</strong>. Pag mag-aaral ka pa, at power-tripper ‘yung guro, p’wede kang mag-drop at tapos ang problema. Pag masyadong mabigat ang academic load, p’wede kang mag-drop. Kunin mo na lang sa susunod na semestre ‘yung sabjek. Hindi ‘yan p’wede sa tunay na mundo. Hindi ka p’wedeng mag-drop ng trabaho. Pagkatapos, aaplayan mo na lang paglipas ng ilang buwan.</p> <p><strong>Ikawalong dahilan kung bakit bad trip magtapos. Pag tapos ka na, hindi ka na p’wedeng magtext sa klase</strong>. Pag nababato ka sa trabaho, walang ibang p’wedeng gawin kundi tumuloy sa pagkabato, sa pagtatrabaho. Sa klase magtetext ka para magset ng oras kung kailan kayo magkikita ng mga kaibigan mo. E pag tapos ka na, di ba nga wala nang kaibigan?</p> <p><strong>Ikasiyam na dahilan, hindi na p’wedeng mangopya.</strong> Hindi na p’wedeng ipaxerox ang notebook ng katabi mo. Hindi na p’wedeng sumulyap-sulyap sa papel ng kaibigan mo pag exam. Kasi, wala nang exam. O, araw-araw exam.</p> <p><strong>Pag tapos ka na, tapos ka na. Ito ang ikasampung dahilan kung bakit bad trip magtapos: hindi na p’wedeng bumalik</strong>. Hindi ka na p’wedeng bumalik. Tapos na ang mga araw ng baon, kaibigan, pagbabasa, bakasyon, libreng gimik, pag-aabsent, pagda-drop, pagtetext, pangongopya. Tapos ka na e. Tapos na. Oras na para magsimula.</p> <p><em>Thanks to Prof. <a href="http://todaimitaka.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#2c4b89;">Wendell Capili</span></a> for the transcript and the photo.</em></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">- Na kinopya ko naman mula sa blog ni Haydee sa http://haydeebellen.multiply.com/</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">***</span></p><p>I'm affected by the graduation buzz...<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-67474702860147328542008-05-18T09:44:00.001+08:002008-05-18T18:44:03.633+08:00Art flows from the Caoile clanI googled my Uncle’s name hoping to find his blog because my mom just mentioned he maintained one but what I found is far better, I found his website! It featured his paintings and sculptures. <p>Here are my favorites so far…</p> <p>"Brother and Sister" is my favorite painting because it reminds me of the different stories my Mom told me about my dear Uncle back when they were still kids…</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mariocaoile.com/SP04F/images/brother_sister.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mariocaoile.com/SP04F/images/brother_sister.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><br />And my favorite sculpture is “Knowing Nothing 2″ due to the fact I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and there’s something about that hole which captivated me.<br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mariocaoile.com/sculpture/images/kn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mariocaoile.com/sculpture/images/kn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p>Don’t forget to visit my uncle’s website at <a href="http://mariocaoile.com">www.mariocaoile.com</a> next time you’re online…</p>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-64693845022749222452008-03-21T07:33:00.000+08:002008-03-21T07:48:02.478+08:00Cammy!Past time: web cam whoring!<br />(got the word camwhoring from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">org mate</span> Ana T.)<br /><br />You'd see lots of this...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa166zqGVKSAOoxKyhMqwbWRF0su6QEoUDLvSlBE0nVDNmrp4U-yh4yH5MZ8ly5zfwPievk28H_CpcXfxxpBItefe5ozdkZwDRw0931mIA6KNRIgJEbBSHsjo6QGVWZp_WQUkKRcj35Q/s1600-h/071907.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa166zqGVKSAOoxKyhMqwbWRF0su6QEoUDLvSlBE0nVDNmrp4U-yh4yH5MZ8ly5zfwPievk28H_CpcXfxxpBItefe5ozdkZwDRw0931mIA6KNRIgJEbBSHsjo6QGVWZp_WQUkKRcj35Q/s320/071907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179972029600549714" border="0" /></a><br />And this...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYMQNugTvju_h2GjqQ3RskZHR7izApDAdwgaNalOjE4mKCxDqBgJh-ggyfcqD29VieSH_3DZ3zZx-C6ZcmLBiJnmeerwkGxr326YjbD2g5U4E2EOYiC8Qj2dIGz-j6a1jDyb2DNPne3Q/s1600-h/071558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYMQNugTvju_h2GjqQ3RskZHR7izApDAdwgaNalOjE4mKCxDqBgJh-ggyfcqD29VieSH_3DZ3zZx-C6ZcmLBiJnmeerwkGxr326YjbD2g5U4E2EOYiC8Qj2dIGz-j6a1jDyb2DNPne3Q/s320/071558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179972231464012642" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Yes I'm naturally pouty<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFyOLoMt4RuM1OCLwQ9EqXfhWJ7YI01rDUy3z5kowS60idQ2l8-cEPb0DO5-WGXjuL4xMMCAM869NzZ-PcYzbcphop6KxndoY45D7wED8c-wxqHXRzzhJ8VyZnPtNVg3QDHooAkNN-gQ/s1600-h/071719.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFyOLoMt4RuM1OCLwQ9EqXfhWJ7YI01rDUy3z5kowS60idQ2l8-cEPb0DO5-WGXjuL4xMMCAM869NzZ-PcYzbcphop6KxndoY45D7wED8c-wxqHXRzzhJ8VyZnPtNVg3QDHooAkNN-gQ/s320/071719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179973223601458066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">And sometimes you'd catch me practicing my KOREAN PEACE SIGN pose<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YnZzmmlKcid1oYidCWPlXinAu7sB6lxD65UJsBqgIBp9e8nPmbHHZ_WY1lBJGYqaS4GHV3pDhnMIp84YYHbW-xXQKKNXCWTM_4Z5ORhm3B2M7FwK9xGIjSwbvsw7mnz8lbecYfkN76Y/s1600-h/071938.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YnZzmmlKcid1oYidCWPlXinAu7sB6lxD65UJsBqgIBp9e8nPmbHHZ_WY1lBJGYqaS4GHV3pDhnMIp84YYHbW-xXQKKNXCWTM_4Z5ORhm3B2M7FwK9xGIjSwbvsw7mnz8lbecYfkN76Y/s320/071938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179972995968191362" border="0" /></a><br />See ya online! Peace out!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWXyFlPVMDKmp9-65X8IEib7oeOYcefojn2AT7c4lhl7xffrwQb-8G0zorAue86pYS4knCbxXrWv_JrMej7WB4jVmfjq7AnXToyh4DdbX-AcRvux4I5v3TRk2o3KpBuyeW-GDmLdIo6c/s1600-h/071629.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWXyFlPVMDKmp9-65X8IEib7oeOYcefojn2AT7c4lhl7xffrwQb-8G0zorAue86pYS4knCbxXrWv_JrMej7WB4jVmfjq7AnXToyh4DdbX-AcRvux4I5v3TRk2o3KpBuyeW-GDmLdIo6c/s320/071629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179972854234270578" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /></div>lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752028028550087813.post-84060234820706055042008-03-11T17:10:00.001+08:002008-03-11T17:21:53.721+08:00Delete<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fortunespawn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/delete-key.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fortunespawn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/delete-key.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Delete is such a powerful word. And it seems like it was powerful because I can't get back my blog nor my old user id in gmail. Apparently, you can't use a username again that was already picked even if it was inactive for quite sometime. This is to protect the security of the users. The same goes for emails and apparently URLs. *sighs*<br /><br />Delete is reminding me of "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" where deleting one's memory of someone is as easy as plugging a computer device and rewiring someone's brain. Well in the end, it couldn't be entirely deleted and that is how powerful memories are. *sighs*<br /><br />I panicked but then like a broken hearted lover... I am moving on and creating a new blog and email address. And here it is... my first post....lachrymosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732058507546996624noreply@blogger.com0