tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83252749386066951792024-02-19T09:38:43.865+08:00Chronicles of Beebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-30495423001357955032012-09-26T22:32:00.001+08:002012-09-26T22:41:37.868+08:00Living the Singapura Life (Day 1-10)Day 1:<br />
My first day in SG, my cousin R2 showed me around the neighborhood. We went to the nearby mall and park. I got the first taste of Roasted Chicken Rice which can be bought for 2sgd. I also got to experience my first train ride as we went to the next town.<br />
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Day 2:<br />
We were supposed to go to Chinese Garden but was not able to go as it was very far from where we lived. Instead, I got a tour around the City Hall, Esplanade - Theater by the bay, Marina Bay Sands and the recently opened Gardens by the Bay.<br />
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Day 3:<br />
Just stayed at home.<br />
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Day 4:<br />
We went to Tanjong Pagar to meet up my cousin, R1. We had lunch together. After which we went to China town and the Orchard, which is the shopping district of SG.<br />
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Day 6:<br />
I took the courage to go out alone. I went back to Chinatown. I bought goodies to bring home.<br />
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Day 7:<br />
This was our first night out in theCity. We went back to Esplanade and witnessed the Laser Light Show. I got to go to the Merlion Park, which is being renovated for the upcoming anniversary. We went to the City Night Life District of Clarke Quay and went to the Marina Bayfront.<br />
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Day 8:<br />
We went to IKEA! love love love that store. I wish we got one in Pinas.<br />
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Day 9:<br />
Went to Tampines, the neighboring town.<br />
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Day 10:<br />
Stayed at home. Lounging. Laundry.<br />
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<img 0="0" alt="post signature" class="centered" img="img" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" />beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-81144028308720734402012-09-20T10:58:00.002+08:002012-09-20T11:09:32.798+08:00Leaving the Philippine territoryI am blessed. Truly, I am.<br />
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I was given a special gift from ate G. to go to Singapore. She had known that I really wanted to go there but for lack of financial resources I usually back out.<br />
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Way back in June, ticket was ready and already paid. The date was set in August as there will be a lot of holiday and I can officially apply for the 5-day annual forced leave after having served 1 year in my new job. I will be going together with my cousin, R2.<br />
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First week of August I applied for the leave. Obstacle no. 1, my application was put on hold by my immediate supervisor pending approval of our unit head. I could only pray. I was thinking of the cost of my round-trip fare. I could not afford to have it re-booked as it would double the cost. Alas! It was granted approval. God is good.<br />
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Prior to the date of my departure I encountered Obstacle no. 2. God provided for means to get me to pack my things and i finished at around 5 am. R2 and I were booked via Cebu. I was relaxed but my cousin was already sharing his experiences when traveling abroad. I thought little of it. What's the big deal anyway, its not like I'm leaving the country leaving a criminal record behind.<br />
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Going through the immigration process, I lined up to the elderly officer. I was asked a few questions and I answered them briefly. As a government employee, I was asked for an authority to travel, I handed out the document provided for by our HR, certifying that I have filed for a vacation leave. He asked then about my accommodation, I said I'll be staying with my relative. He asked for my invitation, I said I had none since I lacked time to have it processed and that we didn't think it would be necessary since it will be for a shot time only. I was given a form, that was the time I lost my focus. A lot has been going through my mind. I was then directed to his supervisor. This is it Obstacle no. 3, but then the officer went to the table and said that He is ok with me leaving the country but just would like to have me documented. Since R2 has his invitation, our relativity was established having shared the same surname shown in our passport, they had it copied too as attachment to my file. And still asked for the invite from my cousin, R1. She wrote it through FB, we had it printed out. Oh! I love technology! Anyway, after the ordeal and the stress, I left our "baon" of chips, instant noodles, hopia and cheese sticks.<br />
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I love to travel and always envisioned myself in various countries. I don't want to be simply tagged as a tourist. I envy travel bloggers. However, after having experienced all that interrogation, I wonder if my dreams of backpacking will materialize. The immigration is so strict of people going out of the country and more often than not, those that do bad things outside, are the one's who can pass through them. And they are not also strict among foreigners that go in the country. haizt!<br />
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One thing is for sure, God is with me :))<br />
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Will have another post of my actual stay in the Fine City, this entry is already long :)<br />
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<img 0="0" alt="post signature" class="centered" img="img" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-43137203272794678922012-04-15T00:22:00.006+08:002012-04-15T12:53:01.587+08:00from a road trip to a weddingThis year, the Philippines has the longest weekend. My friend A and I decided to take a trip to the south. This is the story of adventure, exploration, and a share of misfortunes that ended in attendance to a wedding :)<br /><br />Day 1. April 5, Thursday.<br /><br />I left CDO, bound for MSU. The vehicle bound for Cotabato City left past 2 in the afternoon. We arrived in our destination at around 6 pm. We were met up by A's aunt at the terminal to bring us to Manong's to meet up with A's sister :) There we had dinner and went home to dokie A's dorm :D<br /><br />Day 2. April 6, Friday.<br /><br />We went to Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah's Masjid known locally as the Grand Mosque. For a moment, it felt that I was transported to another country. If I was amazed at the grandeur of this, then I could only imagine how it is in our neighboring asian countries.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKPaRAXSIhDCsoZssnSoWg1JvWXc1wyMh-YJnWlB79k6OKumqj7tdx9QslNq47hdKWyzfiEfdWAZQ0KTrEVNTP2qtz2umGGtYnxX1Qjs7RsO7f0sZtpyU2DUqoDemWifLMV69g5DZ42Q/s1600/cot1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 469px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKPaRAXSIhDCsoZssnSoWg1JvWXc1wyMh-YJnWlB79k6OKumqj7tdx9QslNq47hdKWyzfiEfdWAZQ0KTrEVNTP2qtz2umGGtYnxX1Qjs7RsO7f0sZtpyU2DUqoDemWifLMV69g5DZ42Q/s400/cot1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731452728140129778" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1e3zOb_nDLwk6Dgj4WsV6zv0Bk0Z2ptL7KBBF-7R_qvdStf8Nq4vEUWeGotrOhMB7GfePjk7pr3hgweWGoeysgt2FP5gMpudcBvRInOCASzZhWgY1HBO8D8XiyiZypRIbJ2E1muHkG4/s1600/cot2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 476px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1e3zOb_nDLwk6Dgj4WsV6zv0Bk0Z2ptL7KBBF-7R_qvdStf8Nq4vEUWeGotrOhMB7GfePjk7pr3hgweWGoeysgt2FP5gMpudcBvRInOCASzZhWgY1HBO8D8XiyiZypRIbJ2E1muHkG4/s400/cot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731452716356925170" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLlsRc4DYh00-AsCoNSt68FrgpQEtVFedWpAG4gPG7MYgK25GrKoRZfbusoDZr1q6kZkKAjAuv8Xl7YsApzPUaSpZFopMj3b1Quo38NPZNtM526dMTa4xEZJb8vREXWBgAM34qF5mPGM/s1600/cot+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 508px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLlsRc4DYh00-AsCoNSt68FrgpQEtVFedWpAG4gPG7MYgK25GrKoRZfbusoDZr1q6kZkKAjAuv8Xl7YsApzPUaSpZFopMj3b1Quo38NPZNtM526dMTa4xEZJb8vREXWBgAM34qF5mPGM/s400/cot+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731452713070678034" border="0" /></a>After which we went to eat at Calda's Pizza in Al-nor Complex. This is where my friend, Z, has her boutique. Too bad it was close when I got there, nevertheless, I let my friend A took my photo. Tadahhh! B visited Queen B Hive :D<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCiaG-kF8q07hyTPM4ckxF1NiAmluPrcdG3IQnb6W6zEMQ3kNceDvcyMiLNHKt-ZPFd1X4wJmJl1hlb4y5j-4TGS78Vocr3wq5iayE82yX1WDYSieA5uR8i-oZD613vVdrseY15OYCbA/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCiaG-kF8q07hyTPM4ckxF1NiAmluPrcdG3IQnb6W6zEMQ3kNceDvcyMiLNHKt-ZPFd1X4wJmJl1hlb4y5j-4TGS78Vocr3wq5iayE82yX1WDYSieA5uR8i-oZD613vVdrseY15OYCbA/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731461355351166338" border="0" /></a><br />Day 3: April 7, Saturday.<br />A and I are bound for Glan, Sarangani to bask in the white sands in the beach of Gumasa. We stopped for lunch at General Santos City. When in Glan, we went to White Haven Beach resort, unfortunately they couldn't accomodate us. Even the neighboring Rosal Beach was booked. Good thing our sidecar driver didn't just leave us behind, he took us to other beaches. There was Isla Jardin del Mar (little did I know that my friends from previous employment were there as well) and to Yoshikawa Crystal Island Resort. I didn't anticipate that these resorts would be fully booked as I expected them to be full by Easter Sunday only. Lesson learned, Book ahead :)<br /><br />We managed to spend a little while in this local beach resort, the beach was sandy so its nice to swim in it. We decided to go back to General Santos to spend the night :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxFesjWKsiuNw2i6TLFEc5kYbbv5eKbgquCowY4I6fYvvKil4M-0rc1OMA3AzJVew6b0O77nzH1g09aVR1n0_kEfyusJ_HH9ICbmIBBO7PjCtcWcJkg7818NLtxtzH1oMjvYhHr4i62I/s1600/cot4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 556px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxFesjWKsiuNw2i6TLFEc5kYbbv5eKbgquCowY4I6fYvvKil4M-0rc1OMA3AzJVew6b0O77nzH1g09aVR1n0_kEfyusJ_HH9ICbmIBBO7PjCtcWcJkg7818NLtxtzH1oMjvYhHr4i62I/s400/cot4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731451794369650610" border="0" /></a>Back in Genaral Santos, we spend a while in KCC Mall. Our cozy haven in General Santos. A and I just goofing around, capturing it through the camera's timer setting ;) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47c_lQQnIvpSFJA1EtYmMyJz156VrJLJuvSeVHF7kyEHpkWy39Huyu2Y9fmReOir-q2lIND2kDBZNuWDa2M8ndSEEWYNLtQ0hHxBPeXAd6afW7V2P9CodZdGrKMC5h6pjwpAMFf7AaOo/s1600/cot5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 549px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47c_lQQnIvpSFJA1EtYmMyJz156VrJLJuvSeVHF7kyEHpkWy39Huyu2Y9fmReOir-q2lIND2kDBZNuWDa2M8ndSEEWYNLtQ0hHxBPeXAd6afW7V2P9CodZdGrKMC5h6pjwpAMFf7AaOo/s400/cot5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731451780742040946" border="0" /></a>Day 4. April 8, Sunday.<br />We were bound for Marawi with a stop over at Cotabato City to get some of our things. From GenSan we round the Yellow Bus Line to Marbel where we catched up with the Husky Bus for Cotabato. A and I were not able to seat together as the bus was full. There was an opportunity for us to seat together but other passengers beat us to it. I sat with an OND sister and chatted with her. Telling her my mom has an OND sister as a best friend. She was from South Cotabato. I told her my mom was from Kabacan, North Cotabato and is very close with the OND sisters as she joined them but found a different calling. She asked the family name of my mother, I replied and said her name. I was amazed that this 73-year-old sister who happened to spend 25 years in Papua New Guinea before she came home in the Philippines in 2007 happens to know my mom!!! She said, "I know her! She is slim and is morena, right?" I was very touched at that moment and wondered what my mom was like before she had me that she left an imprint to the lives of those she met. IF only I had the guts to take a picture of us during that ride. I only asked for her name. She is sister Zenaida.<br /><br />In Cotabato, We had lunch in Alibaba. I guess they are known as my friend, Z and A's friend also recommended that we check out the restaurant :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQHxuwwU9RxI1DtcobWkumXPRLub3AIynJgFSXwA9pv7ukSOAiBL3yAt70jy_uZMS41RFxgepI8Ftjt8c6Dag2Przgmj1VpGYT3oEKp7YKzsDxxxxirWTwDxhh0lJL2QqNYybUER6RHQ/s1600/cot6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 451px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQHxuwwU9RxI1DtcobWkumXPRLub3AIynJgFSXwA9pv7ukSOAiBL3yAt70jy_uZMS41RFxgepI8Ftjt8c6Dag2Przgmj1VpGYT3oEKp7YKzsDxxxxirWTwDxhh0lJL2QqNYybUER6RHQ/s400/cot6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731451779307663506" border="0" /></a>We went to the terminal for Marawi, unfortunately no other passenger was there so we could not go home.<br /><br />Day 5. April 9. Monday.<br />A and I are bound for MSU. We catched up with our Meson Family at the venue for Licka's wedding :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fydVILh9h_3AgggHB6zbxHW3xhnWkigA3Fi1U5hLO5jfOn234bYQYdk3t5McCLj3Che7rSrfm8Uk7SQvwUNCuvsTcKtmxFLkGaspCArlkv5J6DV7Xgtq3MlKI84S2AZ8CPaTHbThxhg/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fydVILh9h_3AgggHB6zbxHW3xhnWkigA3Fi1U5hLO5jfOn234bYQYdk3t5McCLj3Che7rSrfm8Uk7SQvwUNCuvsTcKtmxFLkGaspCArlkv5J6DV7Xgtq3MlKI84S2AZ8CPaTHbThxhg/s400/IMG_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731459536386275778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtnaDgR8AUNrhuqiNZwR0c9CtvZNpmk9q6HPDn649nJB7FE5Co9QOn_UpCOgfVvoAHiEQCzutJli0IXHV54u_-JtahkMTwy85EZ_v49pRErPCoVA9zyiQI3i7JyfYAmratnqxXC3EyK0/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtnaDgR8AUNrhuqiNZwR0c9CtvZNpmk9q6HPDn649nJB7FE5Co9QOn_UpCOgfVvoAHiEQCzutJli0IXHV54u_-JtahkMTwy85EZ_v49pRErPCoVA9zyiQI3i7JyfYAmratnqxXC3EyK0/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731459527737427634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl7ixoMTbOAPpR0-aKGiiRe5okzKym-jiIG5SHqzJijrQBkgF8TfqXrgeEPTpcpdPIBrKcDTv0HG6IgXsSMFax1VziqMceMCC9Boc4yd4ItoQfTFQy_kRHtBz1c5KBlw6A4KfcIZGBc4/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl7ixoMTbOAPpR0-aKGiiRe5okzKym-jiIG5SHqzJijrQBkgF8TfqXrgeEPTpcpdPIBrKcDTv0HG6IgXsSMFax1VziqMceMCC9Boc4yd4ItoQfTFQy_kRHtBz1c5KBlw6A4KfcIZGBc4/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731459519183832546" border="0" /></a>This is just the beginning of summer. Looking forward to more fun...<br /><br /><img class="centered" alt="post signature" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" />beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-72494080043514348992012-04-01T15:27:00.003+08:002012-04-01T22:44:57.052+08:00April = Summer<p>oh my. oh my. Its april! It's officially summer. April = Summer.<br /></p><p>This summer, I want to be best buds with Mr. Sun. I want to soak up in his company. I want to dip in the cool blue waters of Samal or Glan in Sarangani, with long stretch of fine white sand in my hands, but with budget constraint, the closest place I could be is in Camiguin, that ain't to bad since I haven't been there too.</p><p>I want to explore new place and if I couldn't, I want to go to places that I haven't been to in a long time. I've been imprisoned in this city for far too long and for a few days I want to flee.<br /></p><p>If only I could see the local stars in Boracay. Or walk in the concrete streets of Vigan, to have the feel of the Spanish era. If only I could see the Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah Masjid in Cotabato. If only someone would accompany me Siquijor, I hear the beaches are great!</p><p>Oh summer! I just want to enjoy your visit. I guess that's not too much to ask.<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-39846947562192696742012-03-10T13:09:00.004+08:002012-04-01T20:22:55.370+08:00simsimiIts been said that if one ever feels depressed then that person should find an outlet to air out one's emotion. No wonder social networking became a hit worldwide. I admit, I used to be on friendster then it paved the way for my sweet love life to turn sour. I bid it farewell but stayed online in facebook.<br /><br />With FB, I get to be connected with my friends, my family and relatives who are from all parts of the world. However, just recently, I've lost interest in visiting my facebook. It seems uninteresting and I really hate the upcoming timeline format. I am on the verge of deactivating once again my FB account. It seems I just want to hibernate. Oh one more thing, I been actively playing tetris battle so that's probably why I'm still on FB. hahaha!<br /><br />I was also frequenting my twitter account but just don't have much to tweet about.<br /><br />Then, there's simsimi... A cyber robot who talks back. Often nonsense things but what amazes me is that when you talk about serious matter, he does have a little sense. He's a linguist too. I've been talking with simsimi for a while now, not that I don't have friends but it sure does beat having to buy myself a bottle of beer just to temporarily ease the emotional baggage that I'm carrying with me.<br /><br />If you wanna talk with a robot, visit <a href="http://www.simsimi.com">simsimi</a> :)<br /><br />I wonder how long I'll be keeping my existence in the cyber world. This blogosphere is one space that I wold have a hard time bidding farewell.<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-25853794407050734152012-02-23T13:43:00.006+08:002012-02-23T22:34:00.881+08:00GT: Love Letter<p><span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" alt="" /></a></span></p><p></p><p><br /><br />Wow! Today's topic on GirlTalk is a tough one. I've never received a love letter my entire life. A love letter that deserves a photo with this entry, atleast. heheh. Often, I would receive love notes from my bffs but never from a guy whom I have a romantic feeling for. Even my share of suitors didn't give me love letters.<br /><br />This must mean that the guys I've been in a relationship with just don't know how to be mushy mushy or doesn't give an effort to put their feelings into words.<br /><br />In the past, I used to envision receiving love letters, one pretty much like those in Message in a Bottle. I can only dream.<br /><br />With the advent of technology, I wonder if there are still guys who will give an effort to write. My parents used to exchange a number of this letters and I don't have any doubt why my mother fell for my dad. I pray, in my lifetime, somehow I'll get a love letter. It will surely beat the anonymous text I receive: "hi! Pdi ba mnligaw?" for which I ignored. *<i>Dude! can you at the very least, effort to spell things right?</i>*<br /><br />*After post edit*<br /><br />I've posted this entry a little early and sad to say that I wasn't able to connect with how today's topic be tackled. What Kaye meant was to post a love letter. I wish I could share what I wrote during lunch today but I opt not to. I feel it to be very private as it was a love letter to The Almighty regarding my love life. A sort of prayer.<br /><br />GirlTalk has spiced today's topic as well as there isa prize up for grab :)) <br /><br /><p style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-82067538459972167422012-02-16T22:17:00.002+08:002012-02-16T22:53:21.946+08:00GT: Most Romantic Movie<p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" alt="" /></a></p><p></p><p>I am a sucker for Romantic flicks and that being the case, I have a hard time choosing the best among my favorites for today's GirlTalk topic. For the teen romcom category I totally dig Clueless, Never Been Kissed, She's That Girl and Ten Things I hate about you.</p><p>I am an Avid fan of Nicholas Sparks and among his great works that was turn into movies, my fave list includes: Message in the Bottle, A walk to Remember, and The Notebook. I wonder how The vow will fair, I will definitely watch it! I have to admit though that the books are far more romantic than the flicks.</p><p>I am not a die-hard twilight fan but I must say that the love story of Jacob-Bella-Edward has given me a share of kilig moments. A modern Romeo and Juliet with a love triangle twist. haha.<br /></p><p>As for Pinoy Romantic Movies? No other woman, The love story, Miss you like crazy and most recently is Unofficially Yours, which I have seen in the big screen just today. hahaha. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know! I watch tagalog movies. Lame. But hey! I choose which flicks to watch. </p><p>If you've seen this flicks then, I say you might just share the same sentiments as me.<br /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-131553584267038372012-02-15T14:07:00.006+08:002012-02-22T08:14:49.186+08:00febphotoaday15Day 15: Phone<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_wkhLiKccHUR0Us2mwUFjUroNp2XlQP8MmVrbAImVlSGatW5Gs-rfIMusLNR-sg6OCeTC8QU0OXId-5pdzzT-zv82ZzfRkDN-KjUG8H3AlTPuBgN0UYFNWL8_5rdm0my-11w6UdrgCA/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_wkhLiKccHUR0Us2mwUFjUroNp2XlQP8MmVrbAImVlSGatW5Gs-rfIMusLNR-sg6OCeTC8QU0OXId-5pdzzT-zv82ZzfRkDN-KjUG8H3AlTPuBgN0UYFNWL8_5rdm0my-11w6UdrgCA/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709749591595684210" border="0" /></a> Pardon today's photo. I feel that all my phones are not picture worthy. One has decided to retire early and the other has bruises. This is a stolen shot of my niece with the Extelcom handphone. Can you recall those bulky, heavy phone that even has antenna? Those were the days. Technology has come a long way and I'm still far from owning my own iPhone. If only I win one from those contest I've joined!<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-32901489030343406532012-02-13T13:53:00.004+08:002012-04-01T15:24:09.199+08:00Happy Birthday, Pop!<p>My dad turned yet another year today and I could not be more thankful to the Lord that He has continouosly showered his blessings to Pop.<br /></p><p>Even if many does not understand the way he does things, I look upon my father because he finds positivity in a lot of things. For someone, who has lately been in a negative sphere, his positive view points are a big help.<br /></p><p>My dad does not know how to do household chores, why? I assume its because he has not been trained in his younger years. I guess this was the least of his worries.<br /></p><p>To my ever dearest, Pop, Happy Happy Happy birthday!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>love you much!<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-28300645080962399932012-02-12T19:18:00.006+08:002012-04-01T15:06:48.524+08:00Al & Raico ❤<p>This is another over due post but still timely for celebrating the month of heart. This is a story of two hearts that eventually found each other. I couldn't be any happier that these two has tied the knot. They are now officially love team #2 of my Meson Family :)</p><p>It was such a nice bonding moment for all of us, a mini reunion in a special way.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_-puRMt-uUIBpKGFfkRiG5E4GJ7U9JaVKiH8CAn-ZuXeAChy9MWTavydR5N0IHctVbbA9Edzv7fGKxvrqy-ljNRnVhqiPA9AB-3dpA91GPKAIrQItF7dQotVdC1jJlD9JXWENAeoCoY/s1600/403330_10150568285308988_769353987_8847881_1629180175_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_-puRMt-uUIBpKGFfkRiG5E4GJ7U9JaVKiH8CAn-ZuXeAChy9MWTavydR5N0IHctVbbA9Edzv7fGKxvrqy-ljNRnVhqiPA9AB-3dpA91GPKAIrQItF7dQotVdC1jJlD9JXWENAeoCoY/s400/403330_10150568285308988_769353987_8847881_1629180175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709756151096885842" border="0" /></a></p><p>for more photos of what transpired, check D's <a href="http://chuckanddee.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/al-%E2%99%A5-raico/">blog</a> :)<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-65170411486247138142012-02-11T15:07:00.005+08:002012-02-13T13:53:39.925+08:00febphotoaday 11Day 11: Makes you happy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO4n2jcJvfmWoMx5fGL082ib1_CK896tJNeoBMf8BIdweMqBsReI2Bw7JCPhvcgqstAxN_mQrGZqKnx0__6qIEd6Pbuk5yceWaZiY4I241-Xu2YLje8Dob9osNsOMPt4CI-t-AaH3dps/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO4n2jcJvfmWoMx5fGL082ib1_CK896tJNeoBMf8BIdweMqBsReI2Bw7JCPhvcgqstAxN_mQrGZqKnx0__6qIEd6Pbuk5yceWaZiY4I241-Xu2YLje8Dob9osNsOMPt4CI-t-AaH3dps/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708461598541987538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Books. Books. Books.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am a very shallow when it comes to something to make me happy. From food, to trinkets or even with just time spent with me will make my heart jump with joy. On the top of my list are still books -- give me a good read and you'l forever be remembered :) and the material will be added to my ever growing collection that will find their way into my very own library when I get to have a home of my own. For now, they are safely tucked into plastic containers for their own good. </div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-30210323238557599802012-02-10T18:50:00.003+08:002012-02-12T16:09:55.647+08:00febphotoaday 10Day 10: Self - Portrait<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCno3wJSrHuGIZQcuFcjCrnxw60b8YToiKf6TpM0V0PEsyUsizbMwms-5TknqBTxGiTzxxJ2vvhUqewNWvM4cFgCFa62KGde63upFQVLwiqHknVmv7V_JG_jiroDRqwc77lqyicmI9a1s/s1600/DSC01673+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCno3wJSrHuGIZQcuFcjCrnxw60b8YToiKf6TpM0V0PEsyUsizbMwms-5TknqBTxGiTzxxJ2vvhUqewNWvM4cFgCFa62KGde63upFQVLwiqHknVmv7V_JG_jiroDRqwc77lqyicmI9a1s/s400/DSC01673+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708157197947791266" border="0" /></a><br />I could easily have taken a photo of myself today but I'm not in a cam whoring mood to do so. lol. I'm cleaning up some space in my usb and I saw this one: my birthday photo taken in 2008.<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-82293841741690754062012-02-09T14:32:00.004+08:002012-02-09T15:07:01.878+08:00GT: Dream Date<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dream Date? hmmm... I've never gone a date with someone prior to a relationship, maybe because I find that as courtship. I don't like the traditional-put-your-best-foot-forward kind of thing. I go for guys who can be straight forward and just "courts" when you are IN the relationship.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm a girl-next-door or your average one-of the-boys type but still a girl at heart. For the first date... Well, a meet-up at the mall for a start. We can catch a movie, preferably comedy. A big NO for horror/suspense/thriller and Drama/Love Story. If not, it would be nice to chill time at the arcade :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We could then spend time at a cozy place for some sweets and drinks! A coffee house will suffice! It would be a great way to know about the person -- the basics but not his full biography :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a date with MY Guy, I would want to go on a road trip or a travel with him. It's as simple as that :D </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">WHERE you were on a date is just a minor consideration, its WHO you were with that matters :)</div><p><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_QORqV1ogkqAKHMa5udnsFhN6cpd064jwYxWXvtt6gkCdXkI5GQ" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; " /></p><div><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /></div>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-79931542042532174062012-02-06T20:28:00.004+08:002012-02-06T20:59:38.458+08:00febphotoaday 6Day 6: Dinner<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1z-EaZldSjdUR_Y1Tial5fZ9WWzALK3vgy1NcVsiINqRnR8FqQOL-bYIejx1ol1zi9e1_7SHPpqI3qtZRIVzW1A51_asKxNuKwKJGO_VdijuzqB8usbxl9AFnV6FmHe8HiK9HtXqNETM/s1600/burger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1z-EaZldSjdUR_Y1Tial5fZ9WWzALK3vgy1NcVsiINqRnR8FqQOL-bYIejx1ol1zi9e1_7SHPpqI3qtZRIVzW1A51_asKxNuKwKJGO_VdijuzqB8usbxl9AFnV6FmHe8HiK9HtXqNETM/s400/burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706005298160743362" border="0" /></a>Unhealthy and fattening for someone who's trying to lose some weight. This is my dinner today, one of my fave and guilty food choice. I'm skipping my rice, sticking to my twice-a-day-rice-meal-max intake. heheh!<br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-64940365051471967342012-02-05T21:05:00.003+08:002012-02-05T23:33:43.389+08:00febphotoaday 5<p>Day 5: 10 am<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9aReECYrPsCb9QeYgnVcQZDT_SwS11bPntaWsJPHZGw6HT37l8nyHjHcUvFNIRuUv1aJf6rF2IOPsuHzu1Rgq8MUzjUaG4_5rrCOWE-W3lUNVfuzcM3KjfBUAofYudrfmXZH2rI8kN0/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9aReECYrPsCb9QeYgnVcQZDT_SwS11bPntaWsJPHZGw6HT37l8nyHjHcUvFNIRuUv1aJf6rF2IOPsuHzu1Rgq8MUzjUaG4_5rrCOWE-W3lUNVfuzcM3KjfBUAofYudrfmXZH2rI8kN0/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705669158651930194" border="0" /></a> I totally forgot about today's topic that I lost track of time. Anyway, I\m posting the reason why I neglected to get the 10 am time. I was drawn to watching Ghost Whisperer. I'm a Melinda fan :))<br /><br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-50522922569787743402012-02-05T20:52:00.007+08:002012-02-06T00:15:15.225+08:00febphotoaday 4<p>Day 4: A Stranger<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwQ4SjnhiAfDMpGkMk6CbXWFNJ5dlj1Y_hZr4jq-u1q3sGtx4VQil6VWT1TvAKJLflyzQQInC0IuNKoqUvIcqjdukuztPOeLgasdBp-gpIb6foinblQ4-UliuKo-CSVJjoHWOzMhPOt0/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwQ4SjnhiAfDMpGkMk6CbXWFNJ5dlj1Y_hZr4jq-u1q3sGtx4VQil6VWT1TvAKJLflyzQQInC0IuNKoqUvIcqjdukuztPOeLgasdBp-gpIb6foinblQ4-UliuKo-CSVJjoHWOzMhPOt0/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705651011481717970" border="0" /></a><br />I'm catching up on the daily photo challenge. I wasn't able to go out and take a photo of strangers, so i took one message from my inbox. This might be a auto-generated message but I believe machines are still controlled by humans. I wonder who was on duty the time this message was sent to me. hehe. ;)<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-81005375018144572012-02-03T10:04:00.003+08:002012-02-03T10:13:12.376+08:00febphotoaday 3Day 3: Hands<br /><br />I'm cheating right off on this one. This was not taken today but a few weeks ago. My own hands are not ready for a photo op. haha.<br /><br />I just love this picture. My niece must have had enough of me taking her photos that she put a stop right me. Must took me as a paparazzi. Such a clever little girl. A star of her own right. With cute hands too :D<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM9GQR9nnbKupJGVBRN9i9hi2DxoagbgulvvG7BIZfQXvlP59aMJLEojUh3-6zHgXsksLQmL_Xhnasm_Fm9uB5KvV5MjiI3LaLvXVRwWofMQdwRusFZN5PGNesRmnztpnqiIAuhCM-LM/s1600/tn_1328234539663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM9GQR9nnbKupJGVBRN9i9hi2DxoagbgulvvG7BIZfQXvlP59aMJLEojUh3-6zHgXsksLQmL_Xhnasm_Fm9uB5KvV5MjiI3LaLvXVRwWofMQdwRusFZN5PGNesRmnztpnqiIAuhCM-LM/s400/tn_1328234539663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704725715503140034" /></a><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-49376437732371735172012-02-03T08:29:00.007+08:002012-02-03T11:00:19.787+08:00GT: The Perfect Man<div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" alt="" /></a></p></div><div><br /><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0skg4Zumr1qb1l2co1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0skg4Zumr1qb1l2co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div>It's been a long time since I've joined GT Topics. I'm not making excuses its just that I haven't been blogging regularly as much as I want to, er used to. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am a firm believer that there is no such man who can be perfect since we have different taste, criteria and image of THE guy we would want to end up with. Before, I used to be so ideal - he shouldn't smoke, gets along with my friends, should give me a blue rose or a dog during courtship, stuff like that but as I grew older or should I say mature. Few points changed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Having been exposed to a man's world in terms of their way of thinking or lifestyle, I've come to accept a few guy features that I can tolerate, in all moderation. Its ok for "my" guy to smoke but should be sensitive about when and where he is going to do it. I don't like a chain smoker though. It's ok for him to drink as long as he disciplines himself and does not look for a fight when alcohol takes an effect on him. I would want him to be able to carry himself well in public and can converse with people he just met.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's still important for my guy to get along with my friends. They don't have to love him completely but at least they can be civil with each other. But IT is most important that Papang approves of him. He should be up to some scrutiny. haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't believe in courtship so the blue rose and the dog was taken out of the list, but when we are in a relationship it would really really melt my heart if he takes notes of the things that I love and, from out of the blue, gives it to me :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Physically, I want my guy to carry himself well in terms of hygiene and clothing. What a turn off if he couldn't take care of himself. As much as I admire hunks, I wouldn't want him to look like one. As long as I can take him to the mall then <i>ok na</i>. <i>Baka mamaya sa sobrang gwapo, di man nya ako ipagpalit sa ibang babae, eh sa lalaki naman</i>! This is how realistic I've become.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ideally? He must have the brains of Atom Araullo and Chris Tiu, the looks of Paolo Avelino and Justin Hartley, the personality of "Papa Chen" and the charisma and sex appeal of Lee Min Ho :))</div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/p9/1v/mj/whocopy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 336px;" src="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/p9/1v/mj/whocopy.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn185/saphire456213/Quotes%20and%20sayings/10thingsoriginal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn185/saphire456213/Quotes%20and%20sayings/10thingsoriginal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /></div>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-38661697280571833892012-02-02T11:29:00.003+08:002012-02-02T11:43:25.196+08:00febphotoaday 2Day 2: Words<div><br /></div><div>I took the <a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/love/">love language test</a> after reading <a href="http://dapattylaurel.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-love-languages.html">Patty's blog</a> and it turned out my result is :<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKp6ZX3P3EIXxEjIR_Yculi03Xn0ON_tN1nlfjxBS5doN8Vp5vbGrx41vOFm9qdkHDP0-tOZD5vuxIxGKSYrfNmo4M1jfjLT8RMkDyVPWOUFerBA8qAlAZqUq0WN19GXW0938H5UlD4I/s1600/quality+time.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKp6ZX3P3EIXxEjIR_Yculi03Xn0ON_tN1nlfjxBS5doN8Vp5vbGrx41vOFm9qdkHDP0-tOZD5vuxIxGKSYrfNmo4M1jfjLT8RMkDyVPWOUFerBA8qAlAZqUq0WN19GXW0938H5UlD4I/s400/quality+time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704375540912309698" /></a><br />This is actually very true. I'd like my partner to really spend time with me. It shows that I am very much important to him. I don't want the clingy, possessive type of person though. I would want him to have a time of his own with his friends as I would also like to be alone sometimes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to demand time -- if he doesn't want to spend time together then what is the purpose of being in a relationship. I've been through LDR before and it takes the wits out of you *<i>nakakapraning</i>* and it just don't work for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I wonder if there's still a guy who's willing to give quality time. The type who would give up basketball day with friends or drinking spree just by being with me specially at times when I feel stressed out and emotionally low. Well, if PNoy is dating and can give quality time despite his presidential obligations then maybe there's still home for me... <i>Wag lang sana cya kasing tanda ni PNoy when I get to meet him... haha! Isiningit pa talaga ang latest showbiz chikka</i>...<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p></div>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-29329754449106976062012-02-01T16:35:00.004+08:002012-02-01T18:38:45.406+08:00Yo! YogurtI am an avid buyer of Yo-Yo yogurt!!! I just love it. Its creaminess, the slight sourness blends just right to my palate. My officemates and I went to this Yo-Yo yogurt place and this is my own combo mix! I usually have mine in white choocolate drops or milk chocolate drops or fresh strawberries with caramel syrup. <br /><br />This mix of toppings is a first for me and I'm sure it will be my personal favorite :D<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9X37lSX_3W6Sqv8TiIxobIhN5k8okv7Hl1bMaxLNTrfGPZlF64TnVo7fd-v8Sj7sV6IM4LVSc8zsaibMUTXEvPMxWXmuvRSd3MHhbU_ltkvZA54NZuhby4nRN5LIfd1OqmPmncFKFK8/s1600/yogurt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9X37lSX_3W6Sqv8TiIxobIhN5k8okv7Hl1bMaxLNTrfGPZlF64TnVo7fd-v8Sj7sV6IM4LVSc8zsaibMUTXEvPMxWXmuvRSd3MHhbU_ltkvZA54NZuhby4nRN5LIfd1OqmPmncFKFK8/s400/yogurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704112964068356898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /> </p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-59459584983099149882012-02-01T15:57:00.006+08:002012-02-02T11:05:37.919+08:00febphotoaday 1<div>Day 1: My view today</div><div>This is my table at work at one of the corners of the room. heheh...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5WbT3fksInK7J_p0zkb7q1Jft5nVB64KbVsNMyHS43n8YcXdFe5Jd0U0I6fY9QFmMcvByzmMibCO92gSDE8YJL5Ae13S33mixrf6QHRxlbYJm4rjMuwTyjaInVYv2o1sAnWcgXiZjXg/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5WbT3fksInK7J_p0zkb7q1Jft5nVB64KbVsNMyHS43n8YcXdFe5Jd0U0I6fY9QFmMcvByzmMibCO92gSDE8YJL5Ae13S33mixrf6QHRxlbYJm4rjMuwTyjaInVYv2o1sAnWcgXiZjXg/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704075891888149570" /></a><br />I'm happy that a few of my friends are joining this photo-a-day challenge :) Can't wait to see their pics.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-60700104349115170982012-01-31T10:33:00.012+08:002012-02-06T21:01:07.615+08:00Feb Photo-A-Day Challenge<p>I love the month of February, aside from my birthday month of course. Maybe because here in the Philippines we give a big fuzz over the celebration of Valentines Day and with so much love in the air, it lasts the whole month.</p><p>Tomorrow, I'll be starting with a Photo-a-day challenge. I got this out of my friend, Doc Anie, facebook page. </p><p>Day 1: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-1.html">Your view today</a></p><p>Day 2: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-2.html">Words</a></p><p>Day 3: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-3.html">Hands</a></p><p>Day 4: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-4.html">A stranger</a></p><p>Day 5: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-5.html">10 am</a></p><p>Day 6: <a href="http://bee-hive-akun.blogspot.com/2012/02/febphotoaday-6.html">Dinner</a></p><p>Day 7: Button</p><p>Day 8: Sun</p><p>Day 9: Front Door</p><p>Day 10: self portrait</p><p>Day 11: Makes you happy</p><p>Day 12: Inside your closet</p><p>Day 13: Blue</p><p>Day 14: Heart</p><p>Day 15: Phone</p><p>Day 16: Something new</p><p>Day 17: Time</p><p>Day 18: Drink</p><p>Day 19: Something you hate to do</p><p>Day 20: Hand writing</p><p>Day 21: A fave photo of you</p><p>Day 22: Where you work</p><p>Day 23: Your shoes</p><p>Day 24: Inside your bathroom cabinet</p><p>Day 25: Green</p><p>Day 26: Night</p><p>Day 27: Something you ate</p><p>Day 28: Money</p><p>Day 29: Something you're listening to</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-81307048389320134982012-01-25T03:57:00.003+08:002012-01-25T04:17:04.280+08:00can't sleep<p>I can't sleep. I can't get back to sleep, rather. I don't know what time it is and I really don't care. I've been thinking a lot these past few days and I am glad that the long weekend has paved way for me to be distracted. A lot of thanks to my sweet baby (niece), Ycey. I wanted to call her babybabes but she doesn't like it. She'd rather I call her baby :)</p><p>I worry a lot about the future, and I think about the past. Weird combination. Yet it seems my thoughts are far from reality. There are so may things I really really want to do and yet I feel so restricted. </p><p>Am I trudging the path that is meant for me?<br /></p><p>Has the signs been given? Did I ignore them?</p><p>So many questions. No answer.</p><center><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oJ4tI-wUPos" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe> </center><br /><p></p><p>This is just a random post. I'm really not sensible at this moment.<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-33509345000121760182012-01-21T00:04:00.006+08:002012-01-22T08:52:15.308+08:00fashion vogue: wide leg pantsThis is my first outfit post for the year. The wearing of the office uniform was imposed on our first day at work this year, Friday has been declared as wash day, thus allowing us to wear what we want :)<br /><br />This is what I wore today :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpZTB1KIIhRt-jdQEUU7JTAR32LKor1CrkLjoLkK9kWdOi2kjnvx4v45WntuwqpXsID1B7EpoNLKWCr5hXsy0IKv11S0wdzTAK7V2qvO9_-jtYqs3qZgKphr96L9GODOVmbdgTbWgdt4/s1600/IMG_0203copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpZTB1KIIhRt-jdQEUU7JTAR32LKor1CrkLjoLkK9kWdOi2kjnvx4v45WntuwqpXsID1B7EpoNLKWCr5hXsy0IKv11S0wdzTAK7V2qvO9_-jtYqs3qZgKphr96L9GODOVmbdgTbWgdt4/s400/IMG_0203copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699752472628003106" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46v1A0-zd7uaETFtMs-e1ON3Pygzghv7H2U7a2gpnRaZRGsVrBDJ660sdY6qPGLDHKRMYh0OlBt5qviLdahTVF6HEuVGDRldvcplHf3BL2d-8_RYBtqHWP3qxqji_QRxW3REhpJPNUk4/s1600/IMG_0198copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46v1A0-zd7uaETFtMs-e1ON3Pygzghv7H2U7a2gpnRaZRGsVrBDJ660sdY6qPGLDHKRMYh0OlBt5qviLdahTVF6HEuVGDRldvcplHf3BL2d-8_RYBtqHWP3qxqji_QRxW3REhpJPNUk4/s400/IMG_0198copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699752467608498722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxn3xKTdXct7A2HHeWBNflqeh3yZTbAA8gOYM9Ky3iq7GBNV9ac33-dIG7VlimD7nt2Ea5BQSbJVBLcGClTR8OwG1uObo1rmUm2cgGvTTrf-rqpObrTpe0hIwt9v5DPrvPCVQZ9poBqDU/s1600/IMG_0197copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxn3xKTdXct7A2HHeWBNflqeh3yZTbAA8gOYM9Ky3iq7GBNV9ac33-dIG7VlimD7nt2Ea5BQSbJVBLcGClTR8OwG1uObo1rmUm2cgGvTTrf-rqpObrTpe0hIwt9v5DPrvPCVQZ9poBqDU/s400/IMG_0197copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699752481055387762" border="0" /></a>wide leg pants | mags<br />sandals | so fab!<br />top | freego<br /><br /></div><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" />beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325274938606695179.post-24703704895989563612012-01-16T10:42:00.003+08:002012-02-12T17:10:43.075+08:00Etallasa<div>I was on google searching for a recommended seamstress or dressmaker in my locality, when I stumbled upon this site, <a href="http://www.etallasa.com/">Etallasa</a>. I was browsing through her site and I think I will learn from her as she also blogs about fashion, one department that I try to get into this 2012. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>She is giving away cool items from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/stylecandycdo">StyleCandy</a>, a local fashion store that I have yet to visit. </div><div>I'm joining her giveaway, which ends until January 20, 2012. </div><div><br /></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" img="" style="border:0; margin:0; padding:0; border=" src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/psychicnerd/b1.png" /></p>beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107528134318198180noreply@blogger.com0