<?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-3394087373603749439</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:40:52.321-08:00</updated><category term='Cagayan de Oro City'/><category term='Ripley&apos;s'/><category term='Snoopy'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Stuffed (band)'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Batanes Seaside Lodge and Restaurant'/><category term='prenup video'/><category term='Washi'/><category term='France'/><category term='Maira-Ira Beach'/><category term='music video'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='tonsils'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Batanes'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Cine Europa'/><category term='Pancian'/><category term='Dos'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='PACEM'/><category term='Pagudpud'/><category term='drama'/><category term='Iligan City'/><category term='typographical errors'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='film festival'/><category term='Zambales'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Batan Island'/><category term='Superman'/><category term='music'/><category term='colds'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='Isla Vista'/><category term='Sabtang Island'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='boracay'/><category term='Potipot Island'/><category term='Tropical storm Sendong'/><category term='Ilocos Norte'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='virus'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='Saud Beach'/><category term='Ivatans'/><category term='career'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Itbayat Island'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>From My Cubicle</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I go when I'm pretending to be working.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3502032722455501235</id><published>2012-01-08T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:06:17.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typographical errors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>My Top Five Boo-Boos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am not a perfect writer, so here's a list of my "greatest" blunders.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. PICNIC GROOVE. I was writing an advertisement about a newly built recreational complex. Obviously, I meant picnic GROVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SOAR throat. Do I have to explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DOPE Vs. DUPE. I wrote an article about an athlete being penalized for doping, but instead of "doping," I used "duping." Still grammatically correct though. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HASSLE AND BUSTLE. Go figure what's wrong! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SEX-PARTY TALKS on North Korea's nuclear weapons program. This is the most horrible mistake I've done so far. Of course, I didn't mean an orgy involving the representatives of North Korea, the United States, Japan, Russia, South Korea, and China! What was I thinking!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can't help but share a typographical error committed by a colleague: PUBIC OFFICIAL. Thank you, Lord, for the editors! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-3502032722455501235?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3502032722455501235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-top-five-boo-boos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3502032722455501235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3502032722455501235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-top-five-boo-boos.html' title='My Top Five Boo-Boos!'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-8804428314068363508</id><published>2012-01-03T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:01:25.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prenup video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Hello, 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have so much to look forward to this Year of the Dragon. This month, my dear Tatay and Nanay will be celebrating their 39th anniversary! So excited! One more year and they'll be celebrating their Ruby Anniversary. I'll convince them to renew their vows next year. Why wait for their golden anniversary if they can do it in 2013?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in March, Obej and I will be celebrating our seventh anniversary (Well, that should be minus six months. Oh no, 10 months. OK...OK...12 months! Hehe...) We've been planning to put up our own production house, and the plan is slowly coming together. He has produced one &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQENRceaxEE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD-ktMS1UnY&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;prenup video&lt;/a&gt; (Or should I say an AVP because the clients recently asked that the video be not shown to the public until their wedding reception.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm looking forward to is a Bohol trip with my favorite high school friends in May. I'm excited to see the famous Chocolate Hills, among other attractions, and to swim in white beaches of Panglao Island. I also want to experience suisliding and plunging at Danao Adventure Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait for EURO 2012 to kick off in June. Gahd, the Netherlands was drawn with Germany, Portugal, and Denmark in Group B. Kami na nasa Group of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my 2012 will not be complete without the Dark Knight Rises. (To be continued...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-8804428314068363508?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8804428314068363508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8804428314068363508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8804428314068363508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='Hello, 2012!'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-8731386743689797429</id><published>2011-12-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:52:29.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iligan City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cagayan de Oro City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropical storm Sendong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washi'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature Strikes, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I couldn't stand watching news on TV lately. My heart has repeatedly been broken since Saturday, when tropical storm Sendong (Washi) literally wiped out parts of Visayas and Mindanao, particularly Cagayan de Oro City and Iligan City, leaving around a thousand people dead and tens of thousands of others homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague, Elan, is from Iligan City. When Sendong's wreaking havoc in her hometown, we were Christmas partying at Via Mare in Greenbelt 3. She never thought that the house painstakingly built by her parents would be destroyed. However, members of Elan's family are luckier than the others because no one of them got hurt, and they are able to help other victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elan has been asking for help for her kababayans. I am reposting here her Facebook status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SENDONG RELIEF OPS UPDATE (from all sectors):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; FOOD DONATIONS: Please be informed that there are a number of our Muslim brothers and sisters that were affected by Sendong as well. Hence, AVOID sending PORK canned goods as much as possible as they will not eat it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CLOTHING DONATIONS: While a number of OLD clothes were donated, they also need NEW underwear as well especially women and children.&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Sleeping mats and blankets are very much welcome! (Also, pre-sort the clothes before donating. Ung iba namimigay lng ng kahit na ano, pati high heels at barong. Honestly.) TOILETRIES din pala. Much needed. (diapers, sanitary napkins, toilet paper, alcohol, etc.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; TRAUMA COUNSELING: This is an urgent NEED as well for those who survived and lost their loved ones. We have very few psychologists and counselors in CDO and Iligan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; DONATING MADE EASY: Still many are UNAWARE that even LBC accepts donations to be delivered for FREE. Kindly encourage everyone to give during this Season of Hope.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; REPOST PLEASE! GETTING THIS INFORMATION TO AS MANY AS POSSIBLE WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE ALREADY. THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;At this age, making donations is so easy. You can even donate via text. For Globe subscribers, just key in RED &amp;lt;amount&amp;gt; and send to 2899. Our kababayans need HELP, aside from PRAYERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-8731386743689797429?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8731386743689797429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/12/mother-nature-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8731386743689797429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8731386743689797429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/12/mother-nature-strikes-again.html' title='Mother Nature Strikes, Again'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2478406756715666136</id><published>2011-11-27T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:31:17.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffed (band)'/><title type='text'>Good Music Deserves A Wider Audience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Around three weeks ago, my boyfriend provided me a link from YouTube to the song "Dos." Hearing it the first time, I already found myself foot thumping to the beat of the song. I also like the lyrics. It's kinda refreshing to hear a song that depicts young love, especially at times like this when most of the songs you hear on the radio are more like garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/trx4hd1yJcA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/trx4hd1yJcA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/trx4hd1yJcA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collectively known as Stuffed, Magic Quiroz (guitar/lead vocals), Johnley Olos (bass/vocal), and Ceo Sims (drums/vocal) are the brains behind the song. Stuffed was formed in 2009 by Ceo, Magic, and two other independent musicians, but due to changes in priorities, the other members quit, and the band went into a hiatus. Ceo and Magic used this time to write songs of their own until they met Johnley. Stuffed has since been playing in a number of bars across Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, they are busy with the post-production of the music video of "Dos." I was lucky to be given the chance to watch the video's final shoot late last month. It was the first time I met Stuffed in person. They are all nice and FUNNY, and from the look in their eyes, I can tell they are really passionate about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All exaggeration aside, I think the band is at par with, or even better compared to some of today's mainstream bands. I really hope they will make it into the mainstream someday, as their music deserves more listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them perform live to see it for yourself. Check out their gig schedule on their Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Stuffed/133002246742501?ref=ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's support (good) independent music! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2478406756715666136?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2478406756715666136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-music-deserves-wider-audience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2478406756715666136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2478406756715666136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-music-deserves-wider-audience.html' title='Good Music Deserves A Wider Audience'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-9011659528080438142</id><published>2011-11-27T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:51:06.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripley&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Poem That Melted My Heart Some Six Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #274e13; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“AfterDealing With My Fifth Bottle Of Imaginary Beer – And Throwing Out Some – IStarted To Do Some Rhymes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly chocolates would not do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Here’s the sweetest line or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yet, she’s shutting hard that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Be it Shery!l I’ll write more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Curly-curly hair she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She’s so cute in cowboy hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When she smiles, her dimples show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Makes me stay and never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She said, back in her past life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She’s neither nun nor a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Neither a queen nor a hag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Well, she said she was a frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She loves rain, that’s fun for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(She was a frog, no wonder!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Rainy evening just so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Gently singing sweet good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Full moon comes, she loves it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There’s a reason I would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She loves full moon, why does she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She’s a werewolf! Could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I know she likes Snoopy most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Superman and Ripley’s host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;These guys do make her say “Wow!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(Don’t forget my friend Dumlao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She was meant to study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;All her flat ones(?) she would guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When she’s busy, treat her nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Coz my little Sheryl bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m not into holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Even into sweet slow dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m a man… as she should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Just a hug… then I’ll let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Doing so… she smashed my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Almost thought that I’d be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’ve kissed her! It’s heaven, but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She gave me an uppercut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She did bring a twist in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’ve turned mushy, does she see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poor me – haven’t done enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m so wasted; still, she’s tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I had lost my appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Coz I’m texting her all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’ve spent all my money then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Loading my 5110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Even though she’s hurting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shouting “Ouch!” would be for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m still fine, I’d let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Got my Centrum A to Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Though I’m not the ‘Man of Steel’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’d break norms like ‘Notting Hill’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Coz I’m hoping that she’d be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Saving kisses just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Haven’t noticed… worst it turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Til my patience got me burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Badly shaking… dizzy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Overdosed by A to Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She’d say her apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To the sweetest she could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But, more often, she would not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She’ll just watch me burn my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Though I really could not take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It turned out as my mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’d say sorry – though it hurts –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For these things that she did first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Knowing her for too much ‘pride’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Now, got nothing more to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Pride’ for her is oh so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Still, she got hers I ate mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shit! Self-pity! Out of luck!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fucked up me the ‘Ugly Duck’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Damn it! Sheryl… ‘pride’ is such!&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Makes me hurt myself so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Now, I’ve figured what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We’ve been fooling for quite long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;After all these fears and sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There’s a bittersweet goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As I head a separate way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sheryl, listen as I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Do this (or squeeze your nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;HELP YOUR MAMA WASH SOME CLOTHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She did knock me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When she nags, I find it sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Couldn’t forget when I was drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She nagged me… ‘til we broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Was it love that I have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It’s now digging to my bone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wishing memories could have last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;While the jeepney’s dashing fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’ve already walked a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I won’t dare to see her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;That will pull me back for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Kissing down her pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Freaking as my heart would sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;All the thoughts of might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(39, 78, 19); color: white; line-height: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Turns me ‘mellow’ from the ‘rock’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #274e13; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;So, I’dsay that goodbyes suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;---Obej &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-9011659528080438142?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9011659528080438142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/poem-that-melted-my-heart-some-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/9011659528080438142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/9011659528080438142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/poem-that-melted-my-heart-some-six.html' title='The Poem That Melted My Heart Some Six Years Ago'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-412622082737551988</id><published>2011-11-24T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:51:45.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snoopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>They say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;it's hard to write when you're happy. Well, I guess they're right. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegraphicsandanimations.org/images/snoopy12.gif"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpGnNCAs5JY/Ts9Lwm7oRMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ieypr1h9Cd0/s320/snoopy12.gif" width="274" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2028219573"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2028219574"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gusto ko lang talagang magkaron ng bagong entry dito dahil matatapos na ang November.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-412622082737551988?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/412622082737551988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-its-hard-to-write-when-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/412622082737551988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/412622082737551988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-its-hard-to-write-when-youre.html' title='They say...'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpGnNCAs5JY/Ts9Lwm7oRMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ieypr1h9Cd0/s72-c/snoopy12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-8773301498376560758</id><published>2011-11-03T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:27:33.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boracay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Boracay is perfect for tourists who want to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city without completely leaving their urban life behind. The island has almost everything a city can offer - from restaurants serving foreign food to gimmick places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my stay there with my college friends late last month. Maan's group stayed in Station 1, while Sandy's booked at DeParis Resort in Station 2. Jenna, EJ, Obej, and I chose the &lt;a href="http://www.orchidsboracay.com/"&gt;Orchids Resort &lt;/a&gt;in the secluded Station 3 for our accommodation, and we're surprised that their very low rate of PHP 481 per night comes with complimentary breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYKUfoSIZXk/TrOF-obwBmI/AAAAAAAAANk/LeHbrFjZdGs/s1600/295758_2211233599605_1210456805_32300632_419334660_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYKUfoSIZXk/TrOF-obwBmI/AAAAAAAAANk/LeHbrFjZdGs/s320/295758_2211233599605_1210456805_32300632_419334660_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMY American breakfast at Orchids Resort&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One more thing I enjoyed was the sunset. It's undeniably breathtaking. The pictures below do not give it justice, no thanks to my low-tech digital camera and poor photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-xIFT85HE/TrOCuc1u26I/AAAAAAAAANM/GgbUY1AOg8o/s1600/PA230233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-xIFT85HE/TrOCuc1u26I/AAAAAAAAANM/GgbUY1AOg8o/s320/PA230233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the paraw's silhouette. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqoL49xn3tU/TrODSkr17WI/AAAAAAAAANU/sz9wZM8iVVI/s1600/PA230235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqoL49xn3tU/TrODSkr17WI/AAAAAAAAANU/sz9wZM8iVVI/s320/PA230235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty skies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On our second day, we took pleasure in swimming. The beach is perfect for such an activity. Although the water is saltier than that in Anawangin Cove in Zambales, the powder-white sand is perfect for swimming. Also, the water is still shallow up to several meters from the shore, and the waves are friendlier than those in the northern part of Luzon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBVN5cCX7bk/TrOOWApV8LI/AAAAAAAAANs/ik-S0o01Iys/s1600/313101_2211236639681_1210456805_32300639_1281988347_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then came lunch time. We had a sumptuous free buffet lunch at Astoria in exchange for attending a vacation investment presentation that depressed all of us because we can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we tried helmet diving, also known as reef walking. We stayed 18 feet underwater for 20 minutes, feeding a variety of fish and posing for pictures. It's saddening, however, that the corals are damaged, but the feeling ain't apparent in the picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" height="263" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; width: 332px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClSXEDAUxCk/TrOEeoxCdzI/AAAAAAAAANc/1dGcojKNBBU/s1600/299148_2213645819909_1210456805_32302606_1557156077_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClSXEDAUxCk/TrOEeoxCdzI/AAAAAAAAANc/1dGcojKNBBU/s320/299148_2213645819909_1210456805_32302606_1557156077_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I wonder how the island looked like a few decades ago. It could have been a paradise for me sans the partying crowd and all the things that remind me of the city. But because the Boracay trip did not drain my wallet, I'm still considering going back to the island, and try other activities like para-sailing and riding an all-terrain vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-8773301498376560758?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8773301498376560758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/boracay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8773301498376560758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8773301498376560758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/boracay.html' title='Boracay'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYKUfoSIZXk/TrOF-obwBmI/AAAAAAAAANk/LeHbrFjZdGs/s72-c/295758_2211233599605_1210456805_32300632_419334660_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-273624586116105346</id><published>2011-10-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:37:34.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things I Wanna Do at 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Organize more fun activities with my nephews andnieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Date my parents more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Go para-sailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/goseasia/1/0/X/L/-/-/parasail.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAaK5txXJHY/TpZAUb3SR9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UG6p-JdppXk/s320/28ft+SRPX+003+c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Run half marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Climb Luzon's highest peak, Mt. Pulag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ph_mtpulag.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHqyqnCFyKA/TpZBtQZAKfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iU6DVqz1wD8/s320/28ft+SRPX+003+c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn biking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Experience bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. Re-visit my hometown (Albuera, Leyte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylc_UdkEg6s/TpZCPbwny3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/z_7vQFAE--k/s1600/Ph_locator_leyte_albuera.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylc_UdkEg6s/TpZCPbwny3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/z_7vQFAE--k/s320/Ph_locator_leyte_albuera.png" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Push through with a business plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Get insured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Learn Nihongo, Spanish, or Dutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Visit Bohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. Volunteer for a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Watch more classic films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Read more books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/516kQid-VDL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS1-QX5CIp4/Tp_M-iOkFpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9FwuGwn957U/s1600/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Get a new hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Practice the art of tolerance&lt;br /&gt;18. Express my feelings and thoughts more and bear in mind that people around me are not mind-readers&lt;br /&gt;19. Be more decisive&lt;br /&gt;20. Be a little bit carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-273624586116105346?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/273624586116105346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-wanna-do-at-26.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/273624586116105346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/273624586116105346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-wanna-do-at-26.html' title='Things I Wanna Do at 26'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAaK5txXJHY/TpZAUb3SR9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UG6p-JdppXk/s72-c/28ft+SRPX+003+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-5537838681177888110</id><published>2011-10-18T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T02:10:59.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not-So-Typical Conversation Between Me and My Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, I was overwhelmed by the gazillion comments from my editors, so I messaged my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you for your help. I feel like my brain can no longer handle this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boss:&lt;/b&gt; Hang in there. We'll see what can be done to make things a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I'm not giving up. I guess I'm just not myself lately. I hope to get back on track after taking a break next week. Again, thank you for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boss:&lt;/b&gt; Glad to hear it. One nice thing about this job is you can forget about it completely as soon as you walk out the door. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you for reminding me that one good thing about my job. I feel better now. Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conversation, I really felt better. I didn't know I can be honest like that to my current boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-5537838681177888110?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5537838681177888110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-so-typical-conversation-between-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5537838681177888110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5537838681177888110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-so-typical-conversation-between-me.html' title='A Not-So-Typical Conversation Between Me and My Boss'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2569959017939996187</id><published>2011-10-16T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:49:34.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things That Happened/I Did at 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened over the past year, and these are what I remember most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost my last surviving grandparent&lt;br /&gt;2. Broke someone's heart and mine as well&lt;br /&gt;3. Forgave some people who've hurt me &lt;br /&gt;4. Lived alone in an apartment&lt;br /&gt;5. Started living a healthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;6. Ran ten kilometers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co8HJ65NnlA/Tpu7LvQtRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DMg6cUXd7rM/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co8HJ65NnlA/Tpu7LvQtRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DMg6cUXd7rM/s320/2.JPG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My official time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IsN_rXLsYM/Tpu7WfG9EyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4Fl9c0VurKY/s1600/P7130008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IsN_rXLsYM/Tpu7WfG9EyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4Fl9c0VurKY/s400/P7130008.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Anchel and Jay after the second leg of Run United&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Spent a week in Batanes&lt;br /&gt;8. Rode on top of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBnWCkcidTI/Tpu70S1orlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1vRySwU2eLo/s1600/jeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBnWCkcidTI/Tpu70S1orlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1vRySwU2eLo/s320/jeep.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Batanes with Aiza and Marlene, &lt;br /&gt;as well as our newly found friends Carol and Mutya&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Overcame my fear of snakes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEOrAEoNb6M/Tpu6j91-05I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LL6YC2OTsd0/s1600/318684_236114269765494_100001007692969_692909_4996639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEOrAEoNb6M/Tpu6j91-05I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LL6YC2OTsd0/s320/318684_236114269765494_100001007692969_692909_4996639_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Avilon Zoo with Bestfriend Jerry and Ela&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Went out of town with high school friends for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;11. Had a shorter haircut&lt;br /&gt;12. Learned how to make a margarita&lt;br /&gt;13. Ate in a restaurant alone for the first time&lt;br /&gt;14. Met elementary friends for the first time in 13 years&lt;br /&gt;15. Watched a movie alone for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2569959017939996187?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2569959017939996187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-happenedi-did-at-25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2569959017939996187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2569959017939996187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-happenedi-did-at-25.html' title='Things That Happened/I Did at 25'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co8HJ65NnlA/Tpu7LvQtRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DMg6cUXd7rM/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3813123442254937906</id><published>2011-10-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:52:17.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>Colds, please go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was knocked down by colds over the weekend, and the virus has yet to leave me. My head is aching and my tonsils are swollen. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KyznKNyHuY/TpJAhUstC2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SzhbkEzETPQ/s1600/IMG_7164r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KyznKNyHuY/TpJAhUstC2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SzhbkEzETPQ/s1600/IMG_7164r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing coffee has the power to keep me warm and awake. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-3813123442254937906?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3813123442254937906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/colds-please-go-away.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3813123442254937906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3813123442254937906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/colds-please-go-away.html' title='Colds, please go away...'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KyznKNyHuY/TpJAhUstC2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SzhbkEzETPQ/s72-c/IMG_7164r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2093428746893627886</id><published>2011-10-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:50:10.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Nude Blake Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just wanted to share this awesome picture of 2011 NBA Rookie Player of the Year Blake Griffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeDAp1cfDww/To1CJwobUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVimWkMGQc4/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeDAp1cfDww/To1CJwobUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVimWkMGQc4/s320/bb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/blog/ball_dont_lie/post/Blake-Griffin-takes-it-all-off-for-ESPN-the-Maga;_ylt=ArpNdL8GgWxHFORwMehpor68vLYF?urn=nba-wp9080&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nice shot, but I think it could have been better if he holds a basketball in the picture. I wonder what's his workout routine. His body is so toned that it seems like it's photoshopped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2093428746893627886?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2093428746893627886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/nude-blake-griffin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2093428746893627886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2093428746893627886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/nude-blake-griffin.html' title='Nude Blake Griffin'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeDAp1cfDww/To1CJwobUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVimWkMGQc4/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7783570077000247957</id><published>2011-10-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:09:26.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Pelicula Pelikula 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pelicula Pelikula 10, also known as the 10th Spanish Film Festival, kicks off today at Greenbelt 3, Cinema 1. Will catch Yo, Tambien (Me, Too) and two other films on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/zl8Ayvg1wXU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl8Ayvg1wXU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl8Ayvg1wXU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the festival, check out its official website at http://www.pelicula.ph/en_Schedules.html.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7783570077000247957?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7783570077000247957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/pelicula-pelikula-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7783570077000247957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7783570077000247957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/pelicula-pelikula-10.html' title='Pelicula Pelikula 10'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-8817467899434258110</id><published>2011-10-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:52:32.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><title type='text'>Divine Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1317773562108274" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know this is cheesy. I just thought posting it here may help me attract positive energy. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1317773562108274" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A ninety-year old woman died after living a long dignified life. When she met God she asked Him something that had long bothered her. If Man was created in God's image, and if all men are created equal, why do people treat each other so badly? God replied that each person who enters our life has a unique lesson to teach us. And it's only through these lessons that we learn about life, people, relationships and God. This confused the woman, so God began to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone lies to you it teaches you that things are not always, as they seem. The truth is often far beneath the surface. Look beyond the masks people wear if you want to know their hearts and remove your own masks to let people know yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone steals from you it teaches you that nothing is forever. Always appreciate what you have for you never know when you might lose it. And never ever take your friends and family for granted because today is the only guarantee you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone inflicts an injury upon you it teaches you that the human state is a fragile one. Protect and take care of the truth as best you can. It's the only thing you are sure to have forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone mocks you it teaches you that no too people are alike. When you encounter people who are different from you, don't judge them by how they look or act; instead base your opinion on the contents of their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone breaks your heart it teaches you that loving doesn't always mean that person will love you back. But don't turn your back on love because when you find the right person, the joy that one person brings will make up for all the past hurts put together. Times ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone holds a grudge against you it teaches you that every one makes mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you are wronged, the most virtuous thing you can do is to forgive the offender without pretense. Forgiving is the most difficult and courageous thing Man can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When a loved one is unfaithful to you it teaches you that resisting temptation is Man's greatest challenge. Be vigilant in your resistance against all temptation. By doing so, you will be rewarded with an enduring sense of satisfaction far greater than the temporary pleasure by which you were tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone cheats you it teaches you that greed is the root of all evil. Aspire to make your dreams come true, no matter how lofty they maybe. Do not feel guilty about your success but never let an obsession with achieving your goals lead you to engage in malevolent activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone ridicules you it teaches you that nobody is perfect. Accept people for their merits and be tolerant with their flaws. Do not ever reject your fellowmen for imperfections over which they have no control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Upon hearing the Lord's wisdom, the old woman became concerned that there were no lessons learned from Man's good deeds. God replied that Man's capacity to love is the greatest gift he has. At the root of all kindness is love, and each act also teaches us to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The woman's curiosity deepening, once again God began to explain.&lt;br /&gt;When someone loves us it teaches us that love, kindness, charity, honesty, humility, forgiveness and acceptance can counteract all the evil in the world. For every good deed, there is one less evil deed. Man alone has the power to control the balance between good and evil, but because the lessons of love are not taught often enough, the power is too often abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you enter someone's life, whether by plan, chance or coincidence, consider what your lesson will be. You will teach love or harsh lesson of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you die will your life have resulted in more loving or hurting? More comfort or pain? More joy or sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each one of us has power over the balance of love in the world. Use it wisely. Don't miss an opportunity to nudge the world's scale in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pass this lesson of love on to those you love and to those you have hurt. For each person who receives this, there will be a little less evil in the world and a little more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-8817467899434258110?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8817467899434258110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/divine-lessons-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8817467899434258110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8817467899434258110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/divine-lessons-in-life.html' title='Divine Lessons in Life'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7857070202028998316</id><published>2011-10-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:45:34.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>New Barca Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided not to get myself an authentic jersey of Barcelona FC, myfavorite European football team. I don’t like the design of the Catalans homeand away kit for the 2011-2012 season as they now bear the Qatar Foundationlogo on front and the UNICEF logo on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new design is a result of a EUR 150 million deal between Barcelona FCand Qatar Foundation, which is managed by Qatar’s ruling   Al-Thani family. The deal, which marks the end of the Spanish champions’tradition of not having a shirt sponsor, kind of disappointed me and thousandsof other fans as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to support Barca not because it’s one of the best teams in Europe but because it’s owned by fans, not bycorporations. This is what makes it unique from other clubs. In the past five years, the Catalansadorned their official uniforms with the UNICEF's logo on the front to promote the charitable organization. They also made annual donations to UNICEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the UNICEF logo is no longer that visible as Qatar agreed to pay millions to share space with the U.N. agency on Barca's kit. I understand that the Catalans need the hefty sponsorship deal, but it's saddening that my favorite team has to do away with a unique tradition to address its spiraling wage costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" height="337" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; width: 268px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je5tpJYcZBs/TopmG9Qm1_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/c_bB2Do4szk/s1600/old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je5tpJYcZBs/TopmG9Qm1_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/c_bB2Do4szk/s400/old.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old kit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U23ouVkQBsw/TopmLeJZbSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZIzACo9i3ng/s1600/barca+jersey+QF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U23ouVkQBsw/TopmLeJZbSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZIzACo9i3ng/s400/barca+jersey+QF.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new kit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7857070202028998316?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7857070202028998316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-barca-kits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7857070202028998316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7857070202028998316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-barca-kits.html' title='New Barca Kit'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je5tpJYcZBs/TopmG9Qm1_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/c_bB2Do4szk/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1469554644020906449</id><published>2011-09-29T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:36:47.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Muni-Muni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sobrang napaaga naman ako sa pagpasok ngayon. Ambilis konakasakay. Inunahan ko kasi ‘yung maaarte sa pila ng shuttle na ayaw umupo sajump seat ng van. Di ko naman sila masisisi kasi halos kalahati lang ng puwet moang nakaupo kasi ginagawang apatan kahit maliit lang 'yung jump seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tapos light ang traffic at mabilis magmaneho yung driverkaya ang aga ko. Sarado pa ang office pagdating ko. Ang dami ko tuloy oras magmuni-muni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Katapusan na ng Setyembre ngayon. Ilang linggo na lang 26 naako. Ambilis talaga ng panahon. Parang kelan lang nakikipagtalo ako sa mgamagulang ko kasi ayaw nila akong payagang umattend ng debut ng kaibigan kotapos ngayon parang gusto na nila akong ipamigay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mag-asawa na raw ako para makita na nila lahi ko. Naunahanna raw ako nung mga mas bata sa akin. Sabi pa nila pati mga kaibigan nila nagtatanonglagi bakit di pa ako nag-aasawa. Palibhasa kasi ako na lang ang single sa amingmagkakapatid. Para namang ganun kadalingmag-asawa (o baka tingin ko lang ‘yun, parang sa iba naman madali lang). Alangannamang yayain ko ang kung sino dyan na asawahin ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sabi ko na lang kina ermat at erpat marami pa akong gustong gawin.Saka di pa ako ready emotionally, physically, mentally, at financially. Maraming responsibilidad na kaakibat ang pag-aasawa at hindi pa ako handapara sa mga ‘yun. Pero syempre gaya ng ibang babae, gusto ko ring ikasal at magkaroon ng sariling pamilya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O s’ya, oras na para magtrabaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1469554644020906449?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1469554644020906449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/muni-muni.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1469554644020906449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1469554644020906449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/muni-muni.html' title='Muni-Muni'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1689685588482606288</id><published>2011-09-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:29:55.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Rakenrol Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rakenrol, the third Cinemalaya film I saw over the past two months, is simpleyet compelling. It is the story of best friends Odie (Jason Abalos) andIrene (Glaiza de Castro). Driven by their love of Pinoy rock and roll, Odie andIrene decide to form a band of their own. In search for band mates, they meet Mo(Ketchup Eusebio), a member of the defunct rock band Titik-O and Junfour (AlwynUytingco), whom Odie and Irene convinced to stop bullying his schoolmates anddivert his anger to the drum set and be their drummer. Following their first rehearsalas a band, the four eat dinner together and there they opted to call themselvesHapipaks after chatting about yucky stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My favorite part of the movie is Hapipaks’ first gig. Unawarethat they were lined up along with metal rock bands, Hapipaks takes the stagewith Odie’s original compositions but the crowd rejects them. Angered by theaudience’s hostile reaction, Junfour starts to hit the drums and Odie, who’s onbass, and Mo on guitar, follow his lead. Irene, for her part, makes up “hate”lyrics, pleasing the audience. After that gig, they meet Matet, whoeventually became their manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Irene gets smitten with her ultimate crush Jacci Rocha(Deither Ocampo), the ubod-ng-yabang-at-feeling-magaling-na-rockstar, hurtingOdie, who’s been repressing his romantic feelings for her for a long time. Inthe end, Jacci breaks Irene’s heart and Irene breaks Odie’s heart. She doesn’twant to risk their friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music is a universal language and I think this is one of the reasonswhy many people can relate to Rakenrol. The soundtrack’s nostalgic, making me care lessif some parts of the film are of high quality while other scenes are much like ahomemade movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, the part where Hapipaks easily gets a manager is kind of superficialto me. In reality, there are so many bands that have good original materialsbut aren’t given a chance to get into the mainstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nevertheless, I enjoyed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/NG49FE6WSYU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG49FE6WSYU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG49FE6WSYU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1689685588482606288?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1689685588482606288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/rakenrol-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1689685588482606288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1689685588482606288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/rakenrol-rocks.html' title='Rakenrol Rocks!'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2208435821894944150</id><published>2011-09-22T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:47:41.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Adieu, Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tama ang basa mo. Wala na akong Facebook account. Well, technically meron pa dahil temporary deactivation lang ang ginawa ko pero simula nung diniactivate ko sya nung Martes, hindi ko na ulit binuksan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong dahilan? Kailangan ba may dahilan? Well, wala namang mabigat na dahilan. Isang araw naisip ko lang na masyado na akong aware sa buhay buhay ng mga Facebook friends ko. Kahit yung mga bagay na di ko na gustong malaman, nalalaman ko dahil sa Facebook. Parang hindi na healthy. "Innocence is bliss," ika nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman akong nararanasang withdrawal symptoms. Wala pang urge na i-activate ulit ang account ko. Babalik din siguro ako sa Facebook balang araw. Pwedeng next week, next month, o next year. Depende sa mood ko. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2208435821894944150?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2208435821894944150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/adieu-facebook.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2208435821894944150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2208435821894944150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/adieu-facebook.html' title='Adieu, Facebook!'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3062623119110197331</id><published>2011-09-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:49:15.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Jihad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since last week, I’ve been suffering from feelings of despair, of being unproductive, and lack of interest to things I usually do. I’ve beenmissing a lot of friends and there’ve been recurring crying episodes. These areall symptoms of PMS, so it’s normal if I felt this way last week. But my periodis over now and I still feel the same. It really sucks to be a girl. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-3062623119110197331?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3062623119110197331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/jihad.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3062623119110197331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3062623119110197331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/jihad.html' title='Jihad'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3399727004640398079</id><published>2011-09-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:49:32.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine Europa'/><title type='text'>14th Cine Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Cine Europa is one of the reasons why I love September. This year's featured films were all interesting. I watched France's An Ordinary Execution, Germany's Goethe! and Sweden's Mammoth. Among the three films, I enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02FTZzok9fY"&gt;Goethe!&lt;/a&gt; the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRGPz99Q9T8/TnbkuMD5qPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Q0z7uDWkNc/s1600/goethe-movie-poster-1020555800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRGPz99Q9T8/TnbkuMD5qPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Q0z7uDWkNc/s320/goethe-movie-poster-1020555800.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Goethe! tells the sad love story of German polymath Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Charlotte Buff. The plot is actually banal. Johann and Charlotte fell in love with each other but the latter has to marry someone else (Christian Kestner) to give her family a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johann was put behind bars following his breakup with Charlotte. Recalling all his happy memories with her, Johann wrote the novel The Sorrows of Young Werther while in prison. He sent the story to Charlotte, hoping that it would change her mind but Charlotte still married Kestner. The wedding took place while Johann was attempting to end his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few months passed and Johann was released from prison. When he arrived in his hometown, hundreds of people were going crazy over a novel titled, The Sorrows of Young Werther. In the last scenes, Charlotte asked a publisher to publish the novel. The publisher was impressed but asked, "Is this the truth?" Charlotte answered, "It's more than the truth - it's poetry." *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation may be the screenwriter's answer to historians questioning the authenticity of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the cinematography and acting, the film definitely delivers. The movie's effect on me actually lasted several days. The film is perfect for hopeless romantics. *Sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3394087373603749439-3399727004640398079?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3399727004640398079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/14th-cine-europa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3399727004640398079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3399727004640398079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/09/14th-cine-europa.html' title='14th Cine Europa'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRGPz99Q9T8/TnbkuMD5qPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Q0z7uDWkNc/s72-c/goethe-movie-poster-1020555800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-6649429160589872994</id><published>2011-08-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:49:50.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>I Am My Own Worst Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I feel like shit again. It’s this feeling that I am not doing my best, that I am so unproductive, and that I am wasting time. Parang lagi akong may nakikitang kulang sa gawa ko. Bakit hindi ko mameet ang expectations ko sa sarili ko? Am I being too hard on myself? I’ve received kind words from the boss but still, I feel like my output sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-6649429160589872994?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6649429160589872994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-my-own-worst-enemy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6649429160589872994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6649429160589872994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='I Am My Own Worst Enemy'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1686149098143809164</id><published>2011-08-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:08:23.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Going Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm on the fourth day of my fruits-only-dinner diet.&amp;nbsp;Those who know me personally might be surprised because I am not really the health conscious type. The idea came to me one night while assessing my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Two months from now, I’ll be turning 26, but I realized that I’ve been too afraid of changes, even those for the better. So, I decided to challenge myself to make little changes. To start off, I decided to adapt this fruits-only-dinner diet. Wish me luck! Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Prior to this decision, I’ve been joining fun runs but I want to take running seriously. I already registered for the ten-kilometer event at Run United, which will be held at The Fort on Sunday. If I finish the event in one hour and 15 minutes, I will definitely raise my distance to 21 kilometers in future events. Again, wish me luck! Haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1686149098143809164?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1686149098143809164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-healthy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1686149098143809164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1686149098143809164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-healthy.html' title='Going Healthy'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-5138232019734032854</id><published>2011-08-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:08:55.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Mas Inspiring Sila Kaysa Kay Paulo Coelho :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" style="padding: 0in 9pt;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kahapon, nagpunta ako sa Shari-la Plaza para kumain ng pizza pero hindi talaga ‘yun ang sadya ko. Nagpunta ako dun para magregister sa Unilab Run kaso naubusan daw ng bib number para sa 10-kilometer event kaya nag-ikot na lang ako sa mall. Nung napagod na ako tumambay ako sa food court at kumain ng pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sadyang nakakainip tumambay sa mall kaya pagkalipas ng isang oras nagdesisyon na akong umuwi. Dahil Linggo kahapon, mabilis lang ang byahe. May araw pa pagbaba ko sa FX. Dahil Linggo nga, naisipan kong dumaan sa Antipolo Cathedral. Hindi ako sanay magsimba kasabay ng napakaraming tao kaya gaya ng dati, sa Adoration Chapel ako dumerecho para magdasal ng taimtim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pagkatapos, nag-ikot-ikot ako sa labas ng simbahan dahil maaga pa naman. Pagdating ko sa isang kanto, nakita kong muli yung tatlong bulag na tumutugtog. Huminto ako saglit para pakinggan sila. Pagkatapos, kumuha ako ng pera sa wallet at nilukot ko bago hinulog sa donation box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil, malaking bagay na ang halagang iyon para sa kanila pero para sa akin maliit lang yun kumpara sa inspirasyong naibigay nila sa akin. Umalis ako sa lugar na napakagaan ng pakiramdam. Naisip ko, kung sila na may kapansanan kinakaya ang mga pagsubok sa buhay, ako pa kaya na normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-5138232019734032854?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5138232019734032854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/mas-inspiring-sila-kaysa-kay-paulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5138232019734032854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5138232019734032854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/08/mas-inspiring-sila-kaysa-kay-paulo.html' title='Mas Inspiring Sila Kaysa Kay Paulo Coelho :D'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-5178378539184129682</id><published>2011-07-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:55:44.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, I am attending the funeral of a colleague’s grandfather. After his cremation, I saw his coffin empty and his spirit started following me everywhere I go. The image of the coffin appeared again later in the dream, but this time I saw a baby in it. The baby was apparently alive as someone was helping him fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;While trying to find the meaning of the dream on the Internet, I came across with the following description from &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;Dream Moods&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To see a coffin in your dream, symbolizes the womb. It also signifies your thoughts and fears of death. If the coffin is empty, then it denotes irreconcilable differences. Alternatively, the coffin represents ideas and habits that you are no longer of use and can be buried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To see a body in a coffin in your dream signifies that you are going through a period of depression. You may feel confined,&amp;nbsp;restricted and that you are lacking personal freedom. There may be a dead or decaying situation or issue in your life that you need to address. It is time to end this situation or relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I don't know if I should believe this. Should I completely end a relationship now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-5178378539184129682?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5178378539184129682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/weird-dream.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5178378539184129682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5178378539184129682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3756542163606143565</id><published>2011-07-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:50:16.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Eiga Sai 2011 Movie #1: The Summit: A Chronicle of Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent my Saturday falling in line for free tickets at the 2011 Eiga Sai at Shangri-la Plaza. I supposed that many movie enthusiasts will attend the film festival but I didn’t expect that it will be too many. I originally intended to watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtdENmR6jKw"&gt;Departures &lt;/a&gt;but I ran out of tickets so I instead waited for the third film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1688046100" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP1YpYzlPgY/ThEewGNcN2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DE2pPJstA0Y/s200/1.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;The men had to undergo extreme&lt;br /&gt;weather conditions&lt;br /&gt;to accomplish their mission.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1688046102"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The long wait was worth it as the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCfIDeioFIs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Summit: A Chronicle of Stones&lt;/a&gt;, did not disappoint. My first impression for the film was that it is boring and only mountaineers will enjoy it, but upon watching the movie I realized I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Set in 1907, The Summit tells the story of a team of explorers who risk their lives to climb Mount Tsurugidake, dubbed the Mountain of Death. Led by Yoshitaro Shibasaki (Asano Tadanobu), a surveyor from the Army Geological Survey Unit, the mission involves the placement of triangulation stones to complete Japan’s map. At the time, mountaineering equipment was not as sophisticated as that of today, so the men had to rely only on their instincts and determination. This epic tale of human survival is both touching and humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1688046107"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1688046106" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YWnpBj-Ik4/ThEfFQQWh4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6MkwQ9UlWis/s200/2.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Shibasaki and Chojiro surveying the site&lt;br /&gt;before the actual mission started.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1688046108"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asano and Teruyuki Kagawa, who plays the role of Chojiro, a Toyama native who earns a living by guiding mountaineers, impressed me with their superb acting. They succeeded in relaying the message of the movie to viewers. This tale not only entertains but also presents moral values. It taught me that everything is possible if one has courage to exhaust all means to achieve his or her goal. Also, what matters is not what a person did but why he or she did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, the cinematography magnificently captivated the scenery and rugged mountain terrain in southern part of mainland Japan. Every shot can be made into a postcard regardless of the angle. I’ve been dreaming of going to Japan someday, and the cinematography fueled my desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-3756542163606143565?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3756542163606143565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/eiga-sai-2011-movie-1-summit-chronicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3756542163606143565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3756542163606143565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/eiga-sai-2011-movie-1-summit-chronicle.html' title='Eiga Sai 2011 Movie #1: The Summit: A Chronicle of Stones'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP1YpYzlPgY/ThEewGNcN2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DE2pPJstA0Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-189195748611080589</id><published>2011-07-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:50:33.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Love Being A Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently experiencing exhaustion and diminished interest for my job as a writer-evaluator. This is probably because of the so many adjustments I had to make since I was assigned to take on another project. To combat all these negative emotions, I listed down the top three reasons why I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. I can go to work in pajamas. We at the office can wear anything we want even pajamas. We are not required to glam up everyday apparently because we don’t deal with clients. The people in the Korea office do the job. All we have to do here in the Philippine office is sit down in front of our computers and keep a vein of ideas open for eight hours a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muhsd.schoolwires.net/18802062417438550/lib/18802062417438550/snoopy_woodstock_mail.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fn68qilupKg/Tg18KcgWvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wefj4kZz6PE/s1600/snoopy_woodstock_mail.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. I can return to prehistoric times, travel from one place to another, and immerse into a variety of culture. When writing about certain topics, we need to back our claims with research so we learn something new everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. I educate people. The idea that Korean students are learning English through the passages I produce gives me an immeasurable level of satisfaction. I hold onto this reason whenever I feel like giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly, I often forget all these advantages especially when hormonal imbalance couples with exhaustion. Being a writer is not easy. You think a lot, and when your brain gets so exhausted, your whole being is affected. Even your emotional quotient heads downward. But despite all these drawbacks, I still love what I am doing. I just have to improve on stress management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-189195748611080589?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/189195748611080589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/reasons-why-i-love-being-writer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/189195748611080589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/189195748611080589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/07/reasons-why-i-love-being-writer.html' title='Reasons Why I Love Being A Writer'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fn68qilupKg/Tg18KcgWvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wefj4kZz6PE/s72-c/snoopy_woodstock_mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7780152576422019331</id><published>2011-06-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:03:00.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>One More Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pardon me for using the name of the blockbuster Filipino movie for this blog, but I couldn't really think of any other appropriate title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is aching to give this love life another shot, another chance, another chapter, whatever you may call it, but I'm afraid. What if this will just become a cycle and we'll end up broken, again? I was miserable after the break up about two months ago, and I am not sure if I can handle another round of such desolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I may be over-thinking. I should stop now and instead see what time can do for both of us. At least now we are friends again, and I am happy that we were able to save our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7780152576422019331?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7780152576422019331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-more-chance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7780152576422019331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7780152576422019331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-8834567579500015191</id><published>2011-06-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:51:11.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>16th French Film Festival Movie #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-it1zds4kiRg/TgF_Kq2kHeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nvmt11W_-A4/s1600/110267-b-dans-les-cordes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-it1zds4kiRg/TgF_Kq2kHeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nvmt11W_-A4/s320/110267-b-dans-les-cordes.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_Tt1yosX7k"&gt;Dans Les Cordes&lt;/a&gt; on the last day of the 16th French Film Festival at Shangri-La Plaza last Sunday. I am not sure if it's just me or the movie is really boring. I almost drifted off while watching the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about two female boxers, Angie and Sandra. They both trained under Joseph, Angie's father and Sarah's uncle. The film starts with the two boxers' preparations for the National Championships. Angie appears in shape to win her match while Sandra seems not yet ready. However, Sandra wins her match while Angie loses. Sandra becomes closer to Joseph than Angie, and the two become arch-rivals later in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what's wrong with the film but I noticed a lot of&amp;nbsp; loopholes. There were lots of unanswered questions. It isn't clear why Angie loses her match, what prevents her from fighting back her opponent. Also, the film's subgenre is drama but it failed to move me. Some scenes are actually worth cutting because they lack importance to the whole film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-8834567579500015191?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8834567579500015191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival-movie-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8834567579500015191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/8834567579500015191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival-movie-3.html' title='16th French Film Festival Movie #3'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-it1zds4kiRg/TgF_Kq2kHeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nvmt11W_-A4/s72-c/110267-b-dans-les-cordes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-5961793957272473604</id><published>2011-06-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:51:22.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>16th French Film Festival Movie #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The second film I watched at the ongoing 16th French Film Festival at Shangri-la Plaza is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUi5jAqdb0k"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Les Enfants de Timpelbach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6erfgBD9Og/TfhIHy4yBmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qMXeJ_CJnQc/s1600/Les-Enfants-de-Timpelbach-2008-DVDRiP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6erfgBD9Og/TfhIHy4yBmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qMXeJ_CJnQc/s200/Les-Enfants-de-Timpelbach-2008-DVDRiP.jpg" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The children of Timpelbach are so disrespectful that their parents decide to abandon them to teach them a lesson. However, the adults get lost in the middle of the forests on their way to the village, so the children are forced to run the community on their own. A battle between good and evil is shown in the movie as the children are divided into two groups. One of the groups is composed of bad kids who act like gangsters while the other team consists more responsible children. The children act like adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Nicolas Bary movie definitely brings back childhood memories to adult viewers. I myself was kind of walking down memory lane when I watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only flaw I noticed is that the film's climax lacks intensity. I am not sure if it is deliberate since the movie is intended for children and young adults. Nevertheless, it is a good family film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3394087373603749439-5961793957272473604?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5961793957272473604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival-movie-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5961793957272473604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/5961793957272473604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival-movie-2.html' title='16th French Film Festival Movie #2'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6erfgBD9Og/TfhIHy4yBmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qMXeJ_CJnQc/s72-c/Les-Enfants-de-Timpelbach-2008-DVDRiP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-4604677624278660710</id><published>2011-06-14T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:51:37.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>16th French Film Festival Movie #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I went to the 16th French Film Festival at Shangri-la Plaza with Cheryl and Jay over the weekend. One of the two films we watched is &lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgXJY7tY-fo"&gt;Les Aventures Extraordinaires d'Adèle Blanc-Sec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHUojJd0ofw/TfbxryC4a9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fvzZSTp9pg/s1600/Adele_Blanc-sec_Louise_Bourgoin_Luc_Besson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHUojJd0ofw/TfbxryC4a9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fvzZSTp9pg/s320/Adele_Blanc-sec_Louise_Bourgoin_Luc_Besson.jpg" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I enjoyed the film very much not only because I'm a fan of women with heroic qualities but also because of the movie's witty script, as well as its special effects that are superb but do not overshadow the plot. The actors also give justice to their roles. Lead star Louise Bourgoin effectively portrays the role of Adele Blanc-Sec, a journalist who would do everything, even the most dangerous ones, to bring back her comatose sister to life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Adele's adventures is a trip to Egypt to search for the Pharaoh's mummified doctor, who is revealed an engineer later in the movie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;She also tames a young pterodactyl to save a scientist whom she thought would awaken the mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;These are only few of so many twists that make the story more interesting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Les Aventures Extraordinaires d'Adèle Blanc-Sec &lt;/i&gt;is indeed a highly entertaining action-adventure movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-4604677624278660710?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4604677624278660710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/4604677624278660710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/4604677624278660710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-french-film-festival.html' title='16th French Film Festival Movie #1'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHUojJd0ofw/TfbxryC4a9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fvzZSTp9pg/s72-c/Adele_Blanc-sec_Louise_Bourgoin_Luc_Besson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7484720782063134010</id><published>2011-06-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:51:54.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Modification of Firefall's Goodbye, I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxiyz9zuSsE/TfHIh5InvpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cP6uN1Ez3ww/s1600/P1010097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxiyz9zuSsE/TfHIh5InvpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cP6uN1Ez3ww/s320/P1010097.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need someone who's gonna be there all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone to treat me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone to see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone who'd never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodbye, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7484720782063134010?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7484720782063134010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/modification-of-firefalls-goodbye-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7484720782063134010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7484720782063134010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/06/modification-of-firefalls-goodbye-i.html' title='Modification of Firefall&apos;s Goodbye, I love you.'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxiyz9zuSsE/TfHIh5InvpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cP6uN1Ez3ww/s72-c/P1010097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-6786386051881912568</id><published>2011-05-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:52:12.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Because I'm bored....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;...I'm going to watch a movie on the big screen... ALONE. I haven't done it before and may be this is the right time to do it. Will most likely watch the King's Speech in Glorietta or Greenbelt on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNUCuBhtjjc/TdHeXdKW5iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRTU91_rgY4/s1600/the-kings-speech-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNUCuBhtjjc/TdHeXdKW5iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRTU91_rgY4/s320/the-kings-speech-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm gonna visit Pinto Art Gallery again. Maybe one of these coming weekends. This is still part of my mission to re-visit the beautiful places of Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm gonna visit an OB. Arghhh... this is the hardest to do. I've been suffering from dysmenorrhea since I can't remember when. I even pass out sometimes. I hope the OB won't ask me to undergo any medical procedures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-6786386051881912568?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6786386051881912568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6786386051881912568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6786386051881912568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-im-bored.html' title='Because I&apos;m bored....'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNUCuBhtjjc/TdHeXdKW5iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRTU91_rgY4/s72-c/the-kings-speech-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-6517695053429682925</id><published>2011-05-04T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:48:18.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I want to disappear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhfA8DDqqQM/TfHI48f-UWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-PNc3c6uY1Y/s1600/P3150507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhfA8DDqqQM/TfHI48f-UWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-PNc3c6uY1Y/s320/P3150507.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to disappear, go to a very far away land where no one knows me. I want to go back to Batanes and shout to the mountains and rocks. :(&lt;br /&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/3394087373603749439-6517695053429682925?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6517695053429682925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-to-disappear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6517695053429682925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6517695053429682925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-to-disappear.html' title='I want to disappear...'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhfA8DDqqQM/TfHI48f-UWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-PNc3c6uY1Y/s72-c/P3150507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1013002582075996087</id><published>2011-05-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:52:41.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Letting go of something you had for six long years ain't easy. But I guess at this point, it is better to let go than hold on. I don't know how long this hardship will last but I know I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be forced to cut the communication lines between us to get back on track. We may even have to end our friendship to move on. We didn't allow our worlds to revolve around each other when we're still together, so I am confident we will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at your side anymore, but I am always praying for you. Please take advantage of the space between us. Grow... Explore... Find your direction in life... Know what you really want to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1013002582075996087?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1013002582075996087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1013002582075996087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1013002582075996087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/05/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1661901882412918801</id><published>2011-04-13T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:53:04.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PACEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>PACEM Eco-Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Prior to my 25th birthday last year, I decided to rediscover Antipolo City, starting with a trip to PACEM Eco-Park, which is run by the Assumption School. It wouldn’t be nice to do it alone, so I texted my high school friends and asked them if they want to come with me. Ela wanted to. I was unaware that Glaiza also agreed to join us. Then came Saturday. I woke up early but the weather was gloomy so I sent Ela a message suggesting that we postpone the trip. She had no problem with the idea, so after receiving her reply, I went jogging with my nephews and nieces, leaving my mobile phone at home. When I return home, there was a message from Ela saying that Glaiza was already waiting for us. I took a bath hurriedly and went to see them in McDonald’s Antipolo. Dave also joined us. The supposed to be planned nature trip became unplanned. Obej missed the trip because of my fickle-mindedness. Below are some of the photos I took during our visit to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQC-7-o5-ks/Ta48rWrIgzI/AAAAAAAAADU/GL5R-wqdE-U/s1600/P6290011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQC-7-o5-ks/Ta48rWrIgzI/AAAAAAAAADU/GL5R-wqdE-U/s320/P6290011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxi1xZh5UNo/Ta49FDu1B9I/AAAAAAAAADc/VdInLhUqbHk/s1600/P6290069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxi1xZh5UNo/Ta49FDu1B9I/AAAAAAAAADc/VdInLhUqbHk/s320/P6290069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HgbR2kPvX8/Ta49UT9H1WI/AAAAAAAAADk/wUpl7yTC2Ks/s1600/P6290081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HgbR2kPvX8/Ta49UT9H1WI/AAAAAAAAADk/wUpl7yTC2Ks/s320/P6290081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBydZiXxR_Y/Ta490Myz6JI/AAAAAAAAADs/nrTKwCpoi1Y/s1600/P6290096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBydZiXxR_Y/Ta490Myz6JI/AAAAAAAAADs/nrTKwCpoi1Y/s320/P6290096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEM Eco-Park is a nice place to go to when you want to be one with nature. It was established to raise people's awareness of the importance of protecting Mother Nature. The facility has a conference hall, a butterfly museum, and a shell museum, making it an ideal field trip destination for students. It also has a restaurant, whose staff members are all nice. We passed by the restaurant and decided to get inside and take a rest. The restaurant's staff members allowed us to do so even if we didn't order anything. At the time, they were busy preparing for a birthday party. See? They are kind enough to let us in. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1661901882412918801?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1661901882412918801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/04/pacem-eco-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1661901882412918801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1661901882412918801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/04/pacem-eco-park.html' title='PACEM Eco-Park'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQC-7-o5-ks/Ta48rWrIgzI/AAAAAAAAADU/GL5R-wqdE-U/s72-c/P6290011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-9099502551846726093</id><published>2011-03-18T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:51:32.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabtang Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ivatans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itbayat Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batan Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Batanes and Its People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I finally visited Batanes. Yes, the northernmost province of the Philippines. Saying "Batanes is beautiful" is an understatement. I feel like no words could describe how beautiful this place is. I believe even the most advanced camera or the most skilled photographer could not capture the real beauty of Batanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJ19fFhKB0/TYmXpkvAN8I/AAAAAAAAACE/eLvZYe6tDY0/s1600/P3120261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJ19fFhKB0/TYmXpkvAN8I/AAAAAAAAACE/eLvZYe6tDY0/s320/P3120261.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rolling hills.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzvCLuSYMhY/Tw-xZ1S1-5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/jfkOhVHoGGs/s1600/P3140480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzvCLuSYMhY/Tw-xZ1S1-5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/jfkOhVHoGGs/s320/P3140480.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basco Lighthouse, the most photogenic lighthouse.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylFENSvHjwo/Tw-xkGwDliI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9hTZNSopfRw/s1600/P3120292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylFENSvHjwo/Tw-xkGwDliI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9hTZNSopfRw/s320/P3120292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hedgerows.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adHoWKKzGvc/Tw-s7xyfooI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CGoPVEfo534/s1600/P3120285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adHoWKKzGvc/Tw-s7xyfooI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CGoPVEfo534/s320/P3120285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing view.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt8-3cuFeZU/Tw-tB4fYx3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FeTPYf_Dy0A/s1600/P3120223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt8-3cuFeZU/Tw-tB4fYx3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FeTPYf_Dy0A/s320/P3120223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giant stones along the coast of Valugan Bay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the real beauty of Batanes not just lies on the magnificent seascapes and landscapes but also on its people. The Ivatans are amazing people. Their warmth, simplicity, and positive energy add to the beauty of Batanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about the Ivatans is their love for their hometown. They don't sell their land to outsiders, which is good because in a way, they are protecting Batanes from capitalists who want to develop this virgin paradise. I think even if you offer them millions in exchange for their land, they won't sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was convinced that the Ivatans are honest people during my five-day visit in Batanes. One proof of their honesty is the Honesty Coffee Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fne3uu3BXzE/TYMHudQT-zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YbuoiWe58-o/s1600/P1010107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fne3uu3BXzE/TYMHudQT-zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YbuoiWe58-o/s320/P1010107.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visitors get a real test of honesty, &lt;br /&gt;as the store has no keeper.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0H2WlPlxBZs/TYMH8wvAXlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xU1qGPb9PNQ/s1600/P1010103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0H2WlPlxBZs/TYMH8wvAXlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xU1qGPb9PNQ/s320/P1010103.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;No one looks after the merchandise in this store, so everyone is expected to be honest. According to the locals, no one has cheated since the store was established. I myself could testify how honest the Ivatans are. While we're on Sabtang Island, I left two of my rechargeable batteries in a small kubo in Savidug. When I came back from Chavayan, the batteries were still there, untouched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more, it is evident that the Ivatans are God-fearing people. Most of them are Catholics and there are more than five churches in Batan Island alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eCxLqFKFig/TYmdyL0Sx8I/AAAAAAAAACM/4tDtB4ybyKQ/s1600/P1010049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eCxLqFKFig/TYmdyL0Sx8I/AAAAAAAAACM/4tDtB4ybyKQ/s320/P1010049.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcEkGaTZAc/TYmi5iHa1QI/AAAAAAAAACU/w9WXCHiHr8w/s1600/P1010093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcEkGaTZAc/TYmi5iHa1QI/AAAAAAAAACU/w9WXCHiHr8w/s320/P1010093.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaCJQ3IrwoI/TYmjrMdpzUI/AAAAAAAAACc/sVcRbvf9wG0/s1600/P3130323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaCJQ3IrwoI/TYmjrMdpzUI/AAAAAAAAACc/sVcRbvf9wG0/s320/P3130323.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBU7QQssdeo/TYmj3pJlhAI/AAAAAAAAACk/WxTHm-D-ndk/s1600/P3130400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBU7QQssdeo/TYmj3pJlhAI/AAAAAAAAACk/WxTHm-D-ndk/s320/P3130400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among these religious structures, my favorite is Mt. Carmel Chapel, a chapel built and donated by the Abad Family for use by the Ivatans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RL2bCUPdPI/TYmkbmtqwWI/AAAAAAAAACs/-EJcLUkQ2Is/s1600/P3120153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RL2bCUPdPI/TYmkbmtqwWI/AAAAAAAAACs/-EJcLUkQ2Is/s320/P3120153.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enZCu4rNMRA/TYmklKVx_5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/El6NdWT__Lg/s1600/P3120154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enZCu4rNMRA/TYmklKVx_5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/El6NdWT__Lg/s320/P3120154.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUsb0QrC90A/TYmkzrbF-0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/pLYUtGluxt4/s1600/P3120165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUsb0QrC90A/TYmkzrbF-0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/pLYUtGluxt4/s320/P3120165.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22OfA6yG9og/TYmlAbJ7aTI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NdhZHCFxCY/s1600/P3120169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22OfA6yG9og/TYmlAbJ7aTI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NdhZHCFxCY/s320/P3120169.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell in love with this chapel because of its unique physical features and breathtaking location. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;From the windows of the chapel you can see the marvelous creation of the Almighty. I dream of marrying here someday but that may remain a dream as bringing my whole family and my would-be groom's family to this place would cost us hundreds of thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love about the Ivatans is their warmth. On our fourth day on the island, Aiza, Marlene, and I went around Basco proper, and we received warm "hellos" and "his" from all Ivatans we met on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n41jBlvJXtE/TYmp2gotpSI/AAAAAAAAADM/dfbL9MF36B8/s1600/P3140413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n41jBlvJXtE/TYmp2gotpSI/AAAAAAAAADM/dfbL9MF36B8/s320/P3140413.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids I met on the street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The Ivatans are nice to tourists (both local and foreign) not because they rely on tourism for revenue but because they are simply beautiful people. They can survive even without tourists but they treated us very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the people of Batanes live simple lives, and they know what to prioritize. They put high regard to the education of their children. They see to it that their children get high quality education. As a result, most of the Ivatans are educated people. This is the reason why Batanes is the only province in the Philippines not covered by the government's anti-poverty program called 4Ps (Pantawid Pamilyang Pilipino Program).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivatans speak English and Tagalog fluently. Kuya Roger, our Day 1 tour guide, said some elder Ivatans can even speak Japanese and Mandarin Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHBTT95Z1NQ/Tp-C7TUOIhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oGxTBbhrRlU/s1600/P3130315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHBTT95Z1NQ/Tp-C7TUOIhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oGxTBbhrRlU/s320/P3130315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lighthouse on Sabtang Island. So dreamy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gx05ps4n31E/Tp-DnNbuxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6ES2mSCSKI8/s1600/P3130399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gx05ps4n31E/Tp-DnNbuxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6ES2mSCSKI8/s320/P3130399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A magnificent rock formation on Nakabuang Beach in Sabtang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK0PiBDKU5w/Tp-D7NopgOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qPiJ7wFxAhg/s1600/P3140465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK0PiBDKU5w/Tp-D7NopgOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qPiJ7wFxAhg/s320/P3140465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fountain of Youth, Batanes' version of infinity pool. The water here comes from a natural spring on Mt. Matarem. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Amazed by the pictures? Believe me, these photos do not give Batanes justice. The place is more beautiful in reality than in photos. You have to be there to see and feel its beauty. My stay there was the most relaxing vacation I had so far. And for that, I will definitely go back to this place. I wasn't able to experience biking on National Road, so I will start Biking 101 now and make sure to do it on my second visit. I also want to go up the top of Mt. Iraya and visit Itbayat Island, the third inhabited island in Batanes that is closer to Taiwan than Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-9099502551846726093?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9099502551846726093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/03/batanes-dream-tourist-destination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/9099502551846726093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/9099502551846726093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/03/batanes-dream-tourist-destination.html' title='Batanes and Its People'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJ19fFhKB0/TYmXpkvAN8I/AAAAAAAAACE/eLvZYe6tDY0/s72-c/P3120261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7764000405867788326</id><published>2011-02-28T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:57:50.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batanes Seaside Lodge and Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>See you soon, Batanes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Batanes, the northernmost part of the Philippines, has been one of my dream travel destinations. On Friday, March 11, I will live the dream! Yes, I am going to Batanes, where I can find hedgerows and stone houses similar to those in the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a trip to Batanes is expensive, I waited Southeast Asian Airlines (SEAIR) to offer discounted tickets. I have no other choice since SEAIR is the only airline flying directly to Basco from Manila. The airline had a promo in December so I grabbed the opportunity and paid PHP 7,112 for a round trip ticket. The figure is half the regular fare to Batanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends, Aiza and Marlene, will be joining me. We already booked a five-day and four-night tour package at Batanes Seaside Lodge and Restaurant. Below is our itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days/4 Nights Batanes Package Tour&lt;br /&gt;Includes:&lt;br /&gt;Airport Transfer&lt;br /&gt;Room Accomodations (Air Conditioned)&lt;br /&gt;Batan Island &amp;amp; Sabtang Tour&lt;br /&gt;Visitor's Fee&lt;br /&gt;Full Board Meals&lt;br /&gt;Tour Guide (Snorkeling/Trekking/Mountain Climbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excludes:&lt;br /&gt;Air Fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost:&lt;br /&gt;PHP 8,000 per person (minimum of 4 persons)&lt;br /&gt;*Additional PHP 1,000 per person for parties less than 4 persons&lt;br /&gt;Prices subject to change, please confirm upon booking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour Details:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 BASCO PROPER TOUR&lt;br /&gt;► Arrive at Basco Airport, register as tourist&lt;br /&gt;► Proceed at the Batanes Seaside Lodge and Restaurant for check in.&lt;br /&gt;► Freshen up at your room, rest or stroll at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;► Prepare for the tour (change for appropriate attire).&lt;br /&gt;► 12:00 – Lunch at Seaside&lt;br /&gt;► 1:00 pm – Start of tour.&lt;br /&gt;► Radar Tukon&lt;br /&gt;► Japanese Hideout&lt;br /&gt;► Boulders Beach Valugan &lt;br /&gt;► Rolling hills.&lt;br /&gt;► Naidii Hills, Basco Light House.&lt;br /&gt;► Visit Basco, Cathedral Church&lt;br /&gt;► 7:00 pm – Dinner – Batanes Seaside Lodge &amp;amp; Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2 SABTANG TOUR&lt;br /&gt;(PICNIC LUNCH AT THE BEACH)&lt;br /&gt;{WEAR SLIPPERS, SHORTS, LONG SLEEVES,HATS AND APPLY SUN LOTION, MAY ALSO WEAR SWIMSUIT}&lt;br /&gt;► 4:30 am – wake –up call&lt;br /&gt;► 5:00 am – Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;► 5:30 am – ride to Ivana port (45 minutes to catch the 6:00 ferry crossing to Sabtang). &lt;br /&gt;► 6:00 – 7:00 am Cross to Sabtang in Banca).&lt;br /&gt;► Arrive in Sabtang Port.&lt;br /&gt;► Ride all Day to the 3 towns of Sabtang, which all like they were frozen in time.&lt;br /&gt;► Proceed to Barrio Savidug and Idjang, an old settlement, where local wine is made and where people take refuge when attack by other clans during the old times.&lt;br /&gt;► See the beautiful place of Chavayan, known for its preservation and Protection.&lt;br /&gt;► 2:00 pm – Catch without fail the Last trip of ferry back to Batan island.&lt;br /&gt;► Return trip to the Lodge&lt;br /&gt;► Freshen up, may rest in your room or view the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;► Dinner at the Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3 BATAN ISLAND TOUR&lt;br /&gt;► 7:00 am – Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;► 7:30 am – Travel to Mahatao&lt;br /&gt;► 8:00 am - Chawa View Deck&lt;br /&gt;► Mahatao Pier&lt;br /&gt;► Mahatao Houses&lt;br /&gt;► Visit Mahatao Church&lt;br /&gt;► Mahatao Light House&lt;br /&gt;► Diura Hike to Fountain of Youth.&lt;br /&gt;► 12:00noon – Beach Lunch at Fountain of Youth or Marlboro Country.&lt;br /&gt;► 2:30 pm – Imnajbu, Old Naval,&lt;br /&gt;► Visit Uyugan Church&lt;br /&gt;► Honesty Store&lt;br /&gt;► Visit Ivana Church&lt;br /&gt;► Visit Old House (called the Dakays)&lt;br /&gt;► Visit the old existing Spanish Bridge, which was built in 1850 and completed in 1860.&lt;br /&gt;► 5:00 pm – Back to Seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;► 7:00 am – Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;► 7:30 am – Travel to Uyugan &lt;br /&gt;► 8:15am – Visit Itbud Community Ivatan Stone and Cogon Houses &lt;br /&gt;► 10:30am - Palek Making (Native wine) Centro or Itbud.&lt;br /&gt;► 11:00am – Imnajbu – Site of First Mass in Batanes.&lt;br /&gt;► 12:00noon - Picnic Lunch at Vitawoy/Siesta and Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;► 3:00pm – Back to Basco then visit Souvenir Shops.&lt;br /&gt;► 5:30pm – Attend Mass&lt;br /&gt;► 7:30pm – Dinner at Seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5 BACK TO MANILA&lt;br /&gt;► 5:00am – Breakfast Batanes Seaside&lt;br /&gt;► 5:30am – Airport Check –in&lt;br /&gt;►7:30am – Depart from Basco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIOS MAMAJES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo excited. I hope everything will fall into places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7764000405867788326?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7764000405867788326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-you-soon-batanes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7764000405867788326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7764000405867788326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-you-soon-batanes.html' title='See you soon, Batanes!'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2313707585519975008</id><published>2011-02-24T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:46:47.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pancian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maira-Ira Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagudpud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilocos Norte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saud Beach'/><title type='text'>Virgin Beach: Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On our fifth anniversary, Obej and I went to Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte. We took a Florida bus from Manila to Cagayan. It was a great idea not to travel by air because there is no direct flight to Pagudpud. The airport in Ilocos Norte is located in Laoag and travel time between Laoag and Pagudpud is nearly two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Manila at 8 P.M. and arrived in Ilocos Norte at around 7 A.M. the next day. Since we chose to stay in Pannzian Beach Resort, we didn’t have to ride a tricycle because it is located near the highway. The beach resort is situated in Barangay Pancian, the northernmost point of Ilocos Norte. Although the beach has gray sand, the whole place is charming and relaxing because it is far from the chain of beach resorts along Saud Beach. Also, the owners and the staff of Pannzian are able to make their guests feel at home. They are all nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGvYYOafgE/TwPyGqDwZJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f5nQKBY6twA/s1600/25681_374609599436_551769436_3363167_3470510_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGvYYOafgE/TwPyGqDwZJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f5nQKBY6twA/s320/25681_374609599436_551769436_3363167_3470510_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our first day, we took advantage of the resort’s tour package. After eating a meal of Ilocos longganisa, scrambled egg, fried rice, and lemon grass tea, we went around Pagudpud. Our first destination was the Ilocos-Norte-Cagayan view deck. The scenery from there was just breathtaking. We had a great view of the deep blue sea and the mountains. After that, we went straight to the nearby town of Bangui to take a glimpse of the famous windmills. Seeing them up close made me feel like I was in a foreign land. They’re huge and definitely an environment-friendly source of energy. However, the locals said they could no longer fish near that part of the ocean because the windmills are driving the fish away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyquV14PmOA/TwPySKfPRqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iAC2b-vBIfw/s1600/25681_374604039436_551769436_3362871_6635092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyquV14PmOA/TwPySKfPRqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iAC2b-vBIfw/s320/25681_374604039436_551769436_3362871_6635092_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bangui Windmills&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB0x8FxCTyc/TwPyXA4lyaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/elhPYql8qI4/s1600/23491_378708589436_551769436_3454468_945820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB0x8FxCTyc/TwPyXA4lyaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/elhPYql8qI4/s320/23491_378708589436_551769436_3454468_945820_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bangui Windmills&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;From Bangui, we headed to Saud Beach. With its Ivory Coast and pellucid water, one would definitely want to get into the water. Saud Beach may be the reason why Pagudpud is called “the Boracay of the North.” Our time their flew by so fast. We didn’t even notice that it was already lunch time. Kuya Bert, our driver and tour guide, brought us back to Pannzian Beach Resort. We had native chicken tinola and bagnet for lunch. The food was yummy! From the taste, it’s obvious that the ingredients were fresh, and Ms. Bing, one of the owners of the beach resort, confirmed that. She said the chicken we were eating was one of those we saw roaming around the beach resort when we arrived. Pannzian Beach Resort is a five-hectare property so part of it was turned into a mini-farm where staff, and even members of the family who owns it, plant veggies and breed chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRLnfPJyJaQ/TwPyxPsE_QI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1FEdA7D5HtE/s1600/182977_385186839436_551769436_3601066_5779993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRLnfPJyJaQ/TwPyxPsE_QI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1FEdA7D5HtE/s320/182977_385186839436_551769436_3601066_5779993_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saud Beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we proceeded with our tour of Pagudpud. The next destination was Kabigan Falls. To reach the falls, we had a 30-minute trek. It wasn’t tiring at all because the green fields made the long walk worthwhile. The falls was magnificent. The water was as clear as crystal and you can even drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final destination was Maira-Ira Beach, or the Blue Lagoon. It is the second white sand beach in Pagudpud. The town is really blessed with the best things Mother Nature can offer. I wanted to swim in the Blue Lagoon but the sea wasn’t calm at the time, so we just sat on the shore and listened to the sound of the ocean. We ended the day with a sumptuous dinner at Pannzian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gGXl4J5T5o/TwPymq6venI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eVmXCloDhMU/s1600/24871_385180694436_551769436_3600957_6846325_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gGXl4J5T5o/TwPymq6venI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eVmXCloDhMU/s320/24871_385180694436_551769436_3600957_6846325_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maira-Ira Beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After dinner, we decided to rest. We were tired but invigorated. On our second day, we explored the rest of Pannzian Beach Resort. Someday, I will go back to Ilocos Norte. There are more beautiful places to visit, such as La Paz, where the sand dunes are found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ian61NeNxVQ/TwPy6HHGYwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HZ6Bkuk9pr0/s1600/25681_374608864436_551769436_3363142_5122060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ian61NeNxVQ/TwPy6HHGYwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HZ6Bkuk9pr0/s320/25681_374608864436_551769436_3363142_5122060_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bantay Abot Cave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2313707585519975008?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2313707585519975008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/virgin-beach-pagudpud-ilocos-norte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2313707585519975008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2313707585519975008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/virgin-beach-pagudpud-ilocos-norte.html' title='Virgin Beach: Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGvYYOafgE/TwPyGqDwZJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f5nQKBY6twA/s72-c/25681_374609599436_551769436_3363167_3470510_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-1524393992951963072</id><published>2011-02-06T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:37:34.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potipot Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla Vista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zambales'/><title type='text'>Virgin Beach: Potipot Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My search for virgin beaches started in March 2009. In celebration of our fourth anniversary, my boyfriend and I took an almost six-hour bus travel to Candelaria, Zambales, to see this small but captivating island – POTIPOT ISLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is no hotel or inn on Potipot, we decided to stay at Isla Vista Beach Resort, the nearest point from the island according to their Web site. Our check in time was supposed to be 12:00nn but we arrived at around 2:00 P.M. Exhausted from the long travel, we rested at our room first. Then we ate late lunch at the resort’s restaurant. The food tasted great, especially the pancit, and the view from the restaurant was splendid. One can see Potipot Island from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Obej and I got into our swimming outfits, took a swim, and strolled along the gray-sand shore. The sun has already set so we decided to go back to our room and take a nap. The nap lasted for hours. Haha… We woke up at around 10 P.M. and we were so hungry. We went to the restaurant, and the resort personnel were nice enough to accommodate our orders. I know they were already sleepy at the time. You know, in provinces, people sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the late dinner, we walked around the resort while chatting. I really can’t remember what was our topic. When we’re together, Obej and I just talk about anything under the sun, but I was certain we were excited for the following day – the day we are headed to Potipot Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep faster than I expected. The next day, I woke up early. Isn’t it obvious that I am excited for the boat ride to Potipot Island? Hehe… Obej was still sleeping so I woke him up. Then we ate breakfast at Isla Vista Restaurant before changing for the proper outfit. The boatman was already there waiting for us. We hopped into the boat and after less than 30 minutes, we’re on Potipot Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW5fXHVO1D8/TwPzfNNq2wI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XkIQd4Sm88c/s1600/218111_10150151544269437_551769436_6252005_3315153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW5fXHVO1D8/TwPzfNNq2wI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XkIQd4Sm88c/s320/218111_10150151544269437_551769436_6252005_3315153_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reviews I’ve read about the island are all true. It is small but beautiful. We got to see everything on the island in less than an hour. That’s how small it is. Its Ivory Coast reminds me of Boracay, although I’ve never been to that Paradise in Aklan, and the water is crystal-clear. There were people staying overnight on the island as suggested by the tents set up under the trees. We wanted to stay longer but we don’t have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T99Lhdk3VKE/TwPzmpksxnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2dZ9GIAWhvc/s1600/393526_10150391969719437_551769436_7959402_1596501116_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T99Lhdk3VKE/TwPzmpksxnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2dZ9GIAWhvc/s320/393526_10150391969719437_551769436_7959402_1596501116_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We headed back to the resort before lunch and prepared to leave. Before boarding the bus, we ate lunch at the resort. I will definitely go back to that small paradise. I will no longer book at any resort and instead set up a camp on the island and just be one with nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-1524393992951963072?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1524393992951963072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidden-treasures-potipot-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1524393992951963072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/1524393992951963072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidden-treasures-potipot-island.html' title='Virgin Beach: Potipot Island'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW5fXHVO1D8/TwPzfNNq2wI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XkIQd4Sm88c/s72-c/218111_10150151544269437_551769436_6252005_3315153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-3421397721661566358</id><published>2011-02-04T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:58:46.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Patience is indeed a Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;“You have a comprehension problem,” Mr. M told me nearly four years ago when he decided to terminate my training. He was the head editor of a news agency I worked for at the time. Mr. M actually had all the right to say those things to me as I did not pass the company's (or his) standards. I was given a two weeks’ trial because Ms. T believed that I have the right attitude to learn everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt numb upon hearing those words, which seemed like swords that pierced me to the bones, but I still managed to prevent tears from falling down my eyes and got the courage to tell him, “I think the two weeks’ training you gave me was not enough for me to learn all these things. But I respect your decision.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with a heavy heart. I cried all night. It was so hard for me to accept those words. I studied Journalism for four years and even got an honor for nothing. All the energy and efforts I exerted in college wasn’t worthwhile after all, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, I received a text message from Ms. G, one of the senior editors. The message read, “Can you call the office?” I did. Ms. G told me that the senior editors decided to give me another two weeks training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I hesitated to go back to the office, which I already considered a hell hole at the time. But eventually I decided to grab the opportunity to prove Mr. M wrong. There was something inside me that wanted revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. T was there for me. She tutored me during break times, provided me tips from time to time, and gave me inspirational messages. I am grateful to her for that. I told myself I will do my best and will not think of whether or not Mr. M will be pleased. All I did was study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The additional two weeks flew by so fast and on January 1, 2007, I sent a text message to Mr. M, asking him if I will still report to the office the following day since my training period ended before the New Year break. He replied, “Yes. We’ll talk about your employment tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, management asked me to sign a probationary contract. I accepted the offer and three months later, I was regularized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. T talked to me after my regularization. She told me that I was worth fighting for. I wasn’t aware that she and Mr. M made a bet on me and Ms. T won. I wasn't aware also that she told my story to some applicants to inspire them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that experience, I realized many things. First, learning all the theories in school is not enough. What’s more important is the proper on-the-job-training. Students should be exposed more to workshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Paulo Coelho was right when he said that “When you want something, all the universe conspire in helping you to achieve it.” I had all the determination to land a job in the media at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, it’s okay to start at the lowest level because eventually you’ll go up. Face challenges because they will help you become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, God answers all our prayers at His own time so be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-3421397721661566358?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3421397721661566358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/patience-is-indeed-virtue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3421397721661566358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/3421397721661566358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2011/02/patience-is-indeed-virtue.html' title='Patience is indeed a Virtue'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-6405383010971484217</id><published>2010-12-28T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:44:08.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Christmas Day is indeed the most wonderful time of the year. Our celebration at home was a blast! All of the family members were present except Kuya Don’s wife and kids. But their absence really did not matter because all of us are resigned to the fact that his wife will forever keep their children away from us. I know Kuya Don thinks of them a lot but what can we do? They have irreconcilable differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our celebration started with a simple dinner. Then the men proceeded with their binge drinking, except my dear Father who stopped drinking since I was seven, and the women chatted while the kids played. An hour before midnight, we started the gift-giving and it was nice to see everyone appreciate their gifts. Then it was time for me to give my gifts to the kids. Their smiles are among the reasons why I love Christmas Day. They remind me of my childhood. They remind me of how simple life was back when I was their age. After the gift-giving, we ate noche buena and stayed awake until we could no longer fight our sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not pray together but I am certain that everyone offered a prayer to our Creator to thank Him for all the blessings we received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of December 25, I was with my high school friends. We had a reunion at Ken’s place as usual, eating, chatting, and taking pictures until dawn. I really love being with them. They remind me of how simple life was when we were in high school. But there was a sad part of it as Janice said she will leave for Australia in February to work there. I suddenly realized that time will come many of my friends will work abroad and the thought brought sadness to my heart. That is part of the changes and whether I like it or not, some will come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home on the morning of the 26th, my heart was heavier because the reality that  Christmas is over sank in. After the long preparation for the Big Day, it was over and I have to wait another year to sense that unique happiness I feel during Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-6405383010971484217?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6405383010971484217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6405383010971484217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/6405383010971484217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-2881511951754284666</id><published>2010-12-20T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:41:20.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A quarter of a Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A week before my 25th birthday on October 21, I spent many hours recalling what happened over the past year. I realized that I am indeed getting older as the responsibilities and challenges I faced over the past 12 months were bigger and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 24th birthday at home and as usual I invited high school friends to have dinner with me. It was also a way of giving thanks to the Almighty because He gave me another year, although I contracted rheumatic fever a few months before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months of November, December, January, March and April passed by swiftly and it was in the fourth month of the year that I made the biggest decision in my life so far. I resigned from the job I loved for nearly four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the heavy workload and the hectic schedule at the news agency that made me quit my job as writer-editor. The problem started when the company was bought by a British company. I did not like the new system, which forces writers to copy articles from news wires as they are. Copying stories is against my training as a journalist so I resigned without second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, it wasn’t a good idea for me to quit my job as my finances were in critical level since I spent so much money on my long-term medication. Besides, I am the bread winner in the family but despite all these, I still left the company, believing that God will give me a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before my last day at the news agency on May 22, I applied at a Web developing company but I got turned off with the shifting schedules. My next target was a South Korean publishing company where my former officemate works. After waiting for two weeks, the company called and told me to take an exam. I passed the exam. The next stage was to undergo a physical examination but it didn’t mean that the company is already offering me the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of money when my best friend, Jenna, who works at a daily newspaper, told me that she is looking for a part-time proofreader. Without hesitation, I took the opportunity even if the rate is way below what I was earning. While waiting for the results of my physical examination, I worked part-time at the daily newspaper. God indeed provides. I was able to pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received an e-mail from the South Korean company a few days later. Yes! My application for the writer position was approved! I started in my new job in July and the training period went well. My new bosses and officemates are all nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I celebrated my birthday in the workplace. I woke up early on my 25th birthday and brought breakfast for everyone in the office as a birthday treat. My day wasn’t bad after all even if I celebrated it away from my family for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even happier the night after my birthday because I met my high school friends and Obej for a post-birthday celebration. Then on the first Sunday after my birthday, my family had a small celebration at home. I had birthday blues a few nights before my birthday but I think it's normal. And on the day itself, I was just happy and satisfied. Now that I’m a year older, I am praying that God grant me more wisdom and strength because I know the challenges I will face will get even bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-2881511951754284666?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2881511951754284666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/12/quarter-of-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2881511951754284666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/2881511951754284666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/12/quarter-of-century.html' title='A quarter of a Century'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7356643610606080342</id><published>2010-11-01T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:32:21.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Very Disappointing News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="body" style="line-height: 18px; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;   &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;   &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;  &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt; &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt;&lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;&lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No words could explain how disappointed I was when I firstheard that a speech writer of President Noynoy Aquino made tactless tweetsabout Vietnam.The Southeast Asian nation is one of the closest countries to my heart becauseI wrote stories about it for more than a year in my previous job. I am a bigfan of Vietnam'shistoric victory in the war. On top of that, Vietnamis similar in many ways to &amp;nbsp;my homeland, the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think Mislang deserves to be dismissed from her job. Ibelieve in second chances, but in this case, Mislang should not be givenanother chance. She should be sacked because she deliberately committed amistake while she is a civil servant. Mislang should go back to kindergarten tolearn good manners and right conduct. And let me just ask, where does she live?In Europe? How can she make comments like thatwhen her homeland and Vietnamhave almost the same plight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know people may say that Mislang has the right to expressher opinions but we should bear in mind that there is no absolute freedom inthis world. She has no right to speak ill of Vietnamthe same as Vietnamese people have no right to make tactless comments about thePhilippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, I admire the humility of the Vietnamese side. TheVietnamese government has not demanded public apology from the Philippines sofar. If the same thing happened to the Philippines, I'm sure activistswill storm the Vietnamese embassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7356643610606080342?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7356643610606080342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-disappointing-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7356643610606080342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7356643610606080342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-disappointing-news.html' title='Very Disappointing News'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7068677871196872101</id><published>2010-10-28T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:08:56.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>List of Names I Invented that Made My Canadian Editor Cry :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1. Mr. DUNG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Theodore DICKstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Zalmond Greenglass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;4. Pierce &amp;amp; Payne Corporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Kate and Mary Cosmetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6. Harry DIXIT - He said this made everyone in the Korea office laugh out loud. What's wrong with the name? Haha... Honestly, I wasn't aware of the name's sexual undertone when I used it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I think of funny names when I'm bored. But there may be no new entry to this list as I already received a warning for being too creative with names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7068677871196872101?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7068677871196872101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-of-names-i-invented-that-made-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7068677871196872101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7068677871196872101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-of-names-i-invented-that-made-my.html' title='List of Names I Invented that Made My Canadian Editor Cry :)'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394087373603749439.post-7133065397498222943</id><published>2010-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:09:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Product of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been writing for a living for nearly five years but unlike other writers, I don't have a blog until today. I am not comfortable with sharing my daily musing to people I don't know personally but when I woke up this morning, I felt the need to do so. I realized that blogging is a good way of killing time and letting go of negative emotions. I hope I'll be able to maintain this blog. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394087373603749439-7133065397498222943?l=frommycubicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7133065397498222943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/10/product-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7133065397498222943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394087373603749439/posts/default/7133065397498222943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommycubicle.blogspot.com/2010/10/product-of-boredom.html' title='A Product of Boredom'/><author><name>Little Abstract</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177593405189780758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dg1sxox972Y/TNCz1VgciLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AqkRI8JHVFM/S220/snoopy-za-komputerem-b1145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
