<?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-8171355649644091824</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:54:13.590-08:00</updated><category term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category term='corporate goddess;blogger'/><category term='lover'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='runner'/><category term='fan'/><category term='hopeless romantic'/><category term='corporate goddess; customer'/><category term='wifey'/><category term='stressed'/><category term='corporate goddess; commuter'/><category term='PASer'/><category term='auntie stuff'/><category term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category term='momgoddess'/><category term='corporate goddess'/><category term='dreamer'/><category term='sissy'/><category term='friend'/><category term='filipino'/><category term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>These are still my reflections...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5341021610338963583</id><published>2012-02-13T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:54:13.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>Loving Myself Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Valentines Day today!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've long accepted the fact that my husband and I don't really celebrate the so-called love day as a couple. We never did and we never will. Well, I personally find this day too overrated,&amp;nbsp;too commercialized and too cheesy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But on the love department, I think I need to rekindle that love with my greatest lover - MYSELF. There came a point when I hated myself... heck I couldn't even accept myself for various reasons! Such a shame come to think of it. But lately, I realized that I need to embrace myself and showered it with so much love and affection. Nobody will ever love me like I do! People may not like me nor accept me but at least I have myself to love and like. I hope I made sense...but yeah, this post is about LOVING MYSELF not only on Valentines Day but EVERYDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a shameless photo of the most beautiful person in this world --- ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVzmaX04nY/TzoEt-ET5jI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mzfaHunhKC0/s1600/DSC_4720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVzmaX04nY/TzoEt-ET5jI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mzfaHunhKC0/s320/DSC_4720.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-5341021610338963583?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5341021610338963583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/02/loving-myself-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5341021610338963583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5341021610338963583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/02/loving-myself-everyday.html' title='Loving Myself Everyday'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVzmaX04nY/TzoEt-ET5jI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mzfaHunhKC0/s72-c/DSC_4720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3779839532955101254</id><published>2012-01-30T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:40:44.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Turning 33 Today</title><content type='html'>Today, I turned 33!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing really fancy happened...no surprises, no celebrations to speak with but not at all crappy . I guess, when we add more years to our age, we don't feel very excited about it. But with facebook, everybody remembers your birthday and you could just imagine the overflow of greetings in my FB Wall. I feel very blessed having friends from everywhere. I know I am always noted for being maldita and snob but I think people have look past the tiger looks. They realized that I am really a nice person thus the greetings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I posted in FB Timeline "Do not regret growing older. It's a privilege denied to many. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SELF!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TRUE...we should be happy to add another year to our age instead of complaining that we're way past the calendar. Come to think of it, the other side of the coin, which is death, is not at all that exciting. Okay, before I go morbid with this post allow me to share how I spent my 12, 405 days on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I was on birthday leave, I had several plans on how to spent the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to use the Club Ultima gift certificates that Ms. O gave me but they're quite full this day. So, I just tagged along hubby who was looking for a laptop to buy. He treated me to a simple lunch at Ted's Batchoy...yeah, I'm low maintenance like that!&lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EifQYD7g5I/TycnLn10-ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QFiAprTKPaE/s1600/P1300007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EifQYD7g5I/TycnLn10-ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QFiAprTKPaE/s400/P1300007.JPG" width="400" /&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/-mIT0c-gZG3Q/TycnT1rpvZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Yrv5faYyczM/s1600/teds2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mIT0c-gZG3Q/TycnT1rpvZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Yrv5faYyczM/s400/teds2.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after getting the doc stamps from the ever trusty Junbelle, hubby brought me to LTO Cebu City so I could finally pick-up Magee's driver's license certificate. Then I passed by Sto. Rosario Church to say thank you to Jesus for another year, for the many blessings and for pampering me all these years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 3pm, I've got nothing more to do so I went straight to my granny's house (husband's grandfather) in Mambaling to have my curls re-touched by Ronel. I just keep mum about my birthday so they never know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the result...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Q4QvLRsuM/Tyco6htwhSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/R1nR4zeMkAQ/s1600/curls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Q4QvLRsuM/Tyco6htwhSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/R1nR4zeMkAQ/s400/curls.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally took the leap to transform my hair from the boring straight to these sexy curls. I just don't know until when the curls will stay. I hope it stays for long so I get to enjoy this new look quite longer...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband and I stayed a bit at his grandfather's house. After granny's stayed in ICU for a month, we make it a point to visit him now that he's finally home-confined. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we reached home past 11pm, we were met by this poster in our wall...and with that my birthday is already complete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neDEjaq4QgE/TycqOjCUxhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Dc6xinjN864/s1600/happy+birtday+mom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neDEjaq4QgE/TycqOjCUxhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Dc6xinjN864/s400/happy+birtday+mom.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-3779839532955101254?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3779839532955101254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/01/turning-33-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3779839532955101254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3779839532955101254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/01/turning-33-today.html' title='Turning 33 Today'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EifQYD7g5I/TycnLn10-ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QFiAprTKPaE/s72-c/P1300007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6257524968238589766</id><published>2012-01-17T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:53:28.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Cebu City Marathon 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly one year ago, I fulfilled my dream of running in one of &lt;a href="http://www.cebumarathon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cebu's biggest marathons&lt;/a&gt;. I was running 5k &amp;nbsp;together with my husband back then . This year, we took the challenge once more with me running alongside my 9-year old daughter Alex, my sister-in-law Hazel and some friends still at 5k. My husband took the biggest leap together with some IGAT Runners running their first full marathon. Alex and I arrived at the finish line holding hands at exactly 1 hour - my record last year was 44:22 minutes. Well, we had more walk than run this time since Alex was complaining every now and then. It's her first 5k so poor little girl...but we still finished the race. And we had more fun which is really the most important thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvS0oMn1OfI/TxWVOzGQ2zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0wgS9Qugyow/s1600/IMG_5581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvS0oMn1OfI/TxWVOzGQ2zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0wgS9Qugyow/s640/IMG_5581.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, going back to my husband...I was worried sick about him. I know he didn't have that much practice and his last race was in November at 21k. But his record was just amazing for a first timer. He finished off at 5 hours 46 minutes with no injury at all and still standing. Tough guy, indeed! He's now a certified marathoner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IImpySDTRg/TxWWXZCp6uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ejv0Cq6p3dQ/s1600/dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IImpySDTRg/TxWWXZCp6uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ejv0Cq6p3dQ/s640/dad.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could do the same...level up a bit probably to 10k first then 21k then 42k. I just need a little push, a motivation. Hopefully in next year's CCM, I wouldn't be stuck at 5k...I still have one year to practice and just push myself to the limit. My husband has been very supportive, buying me running gears and challenging me without fail to aim for longer distance. My enemy is really just myself...so I better start killing this enemy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sharing some photos of that Sunday run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK5aDNos3sw/TxWYCarunUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wheN_gmoi2Q/s1600/IMG_5562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK5aDNos3sw/TxWYCarunUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wheN_gmoi2Q/s640/IMG_5562.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;IGAT Boys before the 42k gun start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee5BLkQ3ooE/TxWY1Ihz4jI/AAAAAAAAAak/JIHmZWbURsw/s640/IMG_5582.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Gang after the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XszjrcW586o/TxWYV5XyuoI/AAAAAAAAAac/nMMS2te_9yM/s1600/IMG_5576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6257524968238589766?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6257524968238589766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/01/cebu-city-marathon-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6257524968238589766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6257524968238589766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2012/01/cebu-city-marathon-2012.html' title='Cebu City Marathon 2012'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvS0oMn1OfI/TxWVOzGQ2zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0wgS9Qugyow/s72-c/IMG_5581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2208763769157408202</id><published>2012-01-06T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:41:44.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>It's the time of year again...</title><content type='html'>...when my girls turn a year older and so my birthday notes for them are written.&lt;br /&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/-0b2gfT6HUWk/TweiQ4tmEhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_0xt80jkjoA/s1600/Happy+Birthday+Lex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0b2gfT6HUWk/TweiQ4tmEhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_0xt80jkjoA/s640/Happy+Birthday+Lex.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Thank You 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's the time of the year once again when we bid goodbye to one good year and say hello to another year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2011 was a mixed of happiness, pain, drama, stress, struggles, success, celebrations, hellos and goodbyes. I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/bidding-2010-goodbye.html" target="_blank"&gt;2010 post &lt;/a&gt;that 2011 will be all about RUNNING. And yes, it was a wonderful running journey and despite the negative stuff, I still survived the year and have a lot of things to be grateful about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq31UydZxQQ/Tv3EaBxnLPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NHal3iam6bs/s1600/president.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq31UydZxQQ/Tv3EaBxnLPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NHal3iam6bs/s400/president.jpg" width="262px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Survived being PAS President and left a good mark to the association (I guess...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0x5HMqDYtXw/Tv3FZmTJobI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Arinlsx7Xwc/s1600/IMG_1932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0x5HMqDYtXw/Tv3FZmTJobI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Arinlsx7Xwc/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzOcy9IJTQ/Tv3E2Tyh_iI/AAAAAAAAAYo/19Pi9jpsHN8/s1600/IMG_4387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzOcy9IJTQ/Tv3E2Tyh_iI/AAAAAAAAAYo/19Pi9jpsHN8/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Traveled to the beautiful Palawan and Bohol with my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9JK3UIWAI0/Tv3F19lo17I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rekaK2f1Bfg/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9JK3UIWAI0/Tv3F19lo17I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rekaK2f1Bfg/s400/IMG_1917.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Having healthy and beautiful children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5iQPDMbis/Tv3GjH1xLWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NEQmfm3b2NU/s1600/IMG_4186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5iQPDMbis/Tv3GjH1xLWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NEQmfm3b2NU/s400/IMG_4186.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Having a loving and supportive husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkpvQ-PPLb0/Tv3HUjw6s7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/kMVRg7aS_kE/s1600/friendships.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkpvQ-PPLb0/Tv3HUjw6s7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/kMVRg7aS_kE/s400/friendships.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPQ1DpemV5M/Tv3H8xGtmjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JL5chkVYr5A/s1600/pictorial2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPQ1DpemV5M/Tv3H8xGtmjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JL5chkVYr5A/s400/pictorial2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Healed past wounds and n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;urtured friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Though the year sucks in many ways, I am still hopeful that everything will be great with God's constant guidance. I am still a work in progress and there's still so much room for improvement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...and now here's my wish for myself and everyone I love from the words of no less than, Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind." -- New Year's Benediction by Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHEERS TO 2012!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-2076971789676600297?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2076971789676600297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2076971789676600297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2076971789676600297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-2011.html' title='Thank You 2011'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq31UydZxQQ/Tv3EaBxnLPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NHal3iam6bs/s72-c/president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2565363480489508351</id><published>2011-12-29T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:32:31.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess; customer'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust: Around the World in One Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our company party keeps on leveling up every year and I am more proud being part of the organizing committee. In the previous years, I was tasked to head this committee and I'm just glad that the company finally assigned somebody to handle corporate events. This year, I am tasked to take care of food and the&amp;nbsp;ambiance&amp;nbsp;which is a no-brainer. I promised myself that I don't want to get stressed out in this particular party considering the role I portray. I didn't even take much effort on what I should wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the party theme is "Wanderlust: Around the World in One Night" and everyone really dressed up for the party wearing national costumes and what have you's. True to the theme, the committee dressed up as flight crews. We distributed boarding passes to our employees as their ticket to this party and our registration was turned into airport check-in counters --- really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's sharing some photos swiped from Facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igydOD72wAg/TvyGfFgvh4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Av7Dc5nvE2I/s1600/IMG_4558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igydOD72wAg/TvyGfFgvh4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Av7Dc5nvE2I/s400/IMG_4558.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flight crew ready for take-off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6kpvZAbBcE/TvyHKXGPbMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtLPZnJvpsE/s1600/flight+crew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6kpvZAbBcE/TvyHKXGPbMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtLPZnJvpsE/s400/flight+crew.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCbFoamJwZE/TvyHWgeMF0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/TpLvuH3Vsa4/s1600/captain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCbFoamJwZE/TvyHWgeMF0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/TpLvuH3Vsa4/s400/captain.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain and co-captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Is1wolgaOA/TvyHof8OrRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oqe5d8wX8m8/s1600/joe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Is1wolgaOA/TvyHof8OrRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oqe5d8wX8m8/s400/joe.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annual photo-op with our handsome GM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IybCZpYkgp8/TvyH59Hr4XI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t5UTlF-BV9c/s1600/party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IybCZpYkgp8/TvyH59Hr4XI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t5UTlF-BV9c/s400/party.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We know how to party too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8171355649644091824-2565363480489508351?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2565363480489508351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanderlust-around-world-in-one-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2565363480489508351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2565363480489508351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanderlust-around-world-in-one-night.html' title='Wanderlust: Around the World in One Night'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igydOD72wAg/TvyGfFgvh4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Av7Dc5nvE2I/s72-c/IMG_4558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3788718863379109064</id><published>2011-12-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:14:51.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>PAS Annual Christmas Party 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Christmas season just passed by swiftly and I wouldn't let it pass without giving a run down of how I celebrated it.&amp;nbsp;After all, Christmas is one of my favorite seasons despite the stress on what to wear during parties, what to give, where to get the money to buy gifts and not to mention the traffic and long que in shops and malls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allow me to give you a glimpse of what the season has in store for me, my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAS Annual Christmas Party @ Marco Polo Hotel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's one of those events that totally stressed out the life of me. I have to attend to every detail Guess, it's my last hurrah as this year's president of PAS. Inspired by the Duchess of Cambridge, our party theme is Royal Highness. Everyone, except the male guests, don their fascinators and hats. I am quite satisfied with the outcome of this party despite the glitches and last minute changes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17J3DFRqw3c/TvtAJ6-CtGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m37lKzH_uuo/s1600/PASAP-8413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17J3DFRqw3c/TvtAJ6-CtGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m37lKzH_uuo/s400/PASAP-8413.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me giving my valedictory speech...no, I didn't cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66NGVBdj-vk/TvyCXRR8bZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wvaU7mi_Ibg/s1600/induction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66NGVBdj-vk/TvyCXRR8bZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wvaU7mi_Ibg/s400/induction.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2012 Officers and Trustees taking the oath of office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9He4rzJVzSY/TvyCr7OhnsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ypz_Sl7D8Uk/s1600/hauri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9He4rzJVzSY/TvyCr7OhnsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ypz_Sl7D8Uk/s400/hauri.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with Mr. Hans Hauri of Marco Polo --- our inducting officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbO6SsN6Um0/TvyDVcW4s5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LOfFyDHkJlQ/s1600/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbO6SsN6Um0/TvyDVcW4s5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LOfFyDHkJlQ/s400/group.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun Fun Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8171355649644091824-3788718863379109064?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3788718863379109064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/pas-annual-christmas-party-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3788718863379109064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3788718863379109064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/pas-annual-christmas-party-2011.html' title='PAS Annual Christmas Party 2011'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17J3DFRqw3c/TvtAJ6-CtGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m37lKzH_uuo/s72-c/PASAP-8413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2226401058530451963</id><published>2011-12-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:58:46.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Day 12: If you could wish for anything that would come true, what would you wish for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there's one ultimate wish that I want to come true, that would be to win in a lottery and get filthy rich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT with the recent flood and typhoon in Cagayan de Oro and Iligan City with hundreds killed and missing and properties destroyed, my only wish would be for the families affected to survive this ordeal and be able to pick up of what's left of the disaster. I also wish for more good Samaritans to extend their help to the survivors. Please click below photo to know how you can help Sendong victims:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theglamarazzi.com/2011/12/19/a-plea-for-sendong-victims-in-cdo-please-help/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWY4y9xYRwM/TvEusLZKgkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m07wqlyYYzU/s400/help+cdo.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-2226401058530451963?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2226401058530451963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-12-if-you-could-wish-for-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2226401058530451963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2226401058530451963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-12-if-you-could-wish-for-anything.html' title='Day 12: If you could wish for anything that would come true, what would you wish for?'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWY4y9xYRwM/TvEusLZKgkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m07wqlyYYzU/s72-c/help+cdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2367204015609060852</id><published>2011-12-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:46:20.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess; customer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Day 11: Who Can't You Live Without?</title><content type='html'>For now, I can't live without my husband, my children, my sisters and brother and my parents. But I know, someday they will leave me but my world doesn't end there. But for the purpose of this post, I cannot imagine what my daily routine would be without these two "kasambahay" - Anna and Tina.&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/-y_32nvnpdVQ/TuqUPzoIGBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-QBV5NP4a8U/s1600/anna+tina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_32nvnpdVQ/TuqUPzoIGBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-QBV5NP4a8U/s400/anna+tina.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2367204015609060852?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2367204015609060852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-11-who-cant-you-live-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2367204015609060852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2367204015609060852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-11-who-cant-you-live-without.html' title='Day 11: Who Can&apos;t You Live Without?'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_32nvnpdVQ/TuqUPzoIGBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-QBV5NP4a8U/s72-c/anna+tina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-9092230299353021585</id><published>2011-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:39:19.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Day 10: A Dream for the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfsVMrwuQe0/Tud-qilMTUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/anbm68hdu1I/s1600/dreams.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfsVMrwuQe0/Tud-qilMTUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/anbm68hdu1I/s1600/dreams.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking long and hard about this particular challenge. They say that we need to DREAM BIG DREAMS but as I reflect more about it, my dreams are not really larger than life. They're simple, practical and attainable. Allow me to share these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To be able to buy what I want and need without looking at price tags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To finish another degree (law, masteral, culinary or IT-related course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To be able to build our dream house in our dream community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To be able to drive my dream car&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To live until a hundred years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To see my children succeed in their chosen field, settle down and have kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To run a successful business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To be able to publish a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To be admired by people I meet in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To travel around the world with my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you go...just a few of my unfulfilled dreams. I continue to dream everyday with a little prayer in my heart. Who knows, they might just come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-9092230299353021585?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9092230299353021585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-10-dream-for-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9092230299353021585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9092230299353021585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-10-dream-for-future.html' title='Day 10: A Dream for the Future'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfsVMrwuQe0/Tud-qilMTUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/anbm68hdu1I/s72-c/dreams.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6868182071926678702</id><published>2011-12-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:33:24.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess;blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Palawan Experience: Part 3 (The Baywalk)</title><content type='html'>After a tiring Underground River tour, we were itching to go on ukay shopping. We saw a couple of ukay shops in Puerto Princesa and the ukay addicts that we are, we were giddy! But first, our last dinner in Puerto Princesa was at Balinsasaw again.&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/-9E_2vpSReQ4/TuVXORngm_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/M5jxP5Mbfjk/s1600/IMG_4401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9E_2vpSReQ4/TuVXORngm_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/M5jxP5Mbfjk/s400/IMG_4401.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so full that we decided to just walk 1 kilometer to another famous spot in PP --- the Baywalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have interesting designs for their lamp posts --- I wonder if they're not overpriced just like what we had in Cebu hehehe.&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/-8TydYMvL5JA/TuVWIvaSsEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1cyDD4zVYkY/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TydYMvL5JA/TuVWIvaSsEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1cyDD4zVYkY/s400/IMG_4403.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peacock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awAPQ9c_j9Y/TuVWfMjpq8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/y_IHEvODx5o/s1600/IMG_4409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awAPQ9c_j9Y/TuVWfMjpq8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/y_IHEvODx5o/s400/IMG_4409.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEQXtcUxdZg/TuVX4p_QttI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QXevLE8ulKM/s1600/IMG_4410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEQXtcUxdZg/TuVX4p_QttI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QXevLE8ulKM/s400/IMG_4410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rented these old school bikes at P20 per hour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ljjV3L44g/TuVYFgZjXdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IKejnTTw-dc/s1600/IMG_4412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ljjV3L44g/TuVYFgZjXdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IKejnTTw-dc/s400/IMG_4412.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like being a kid all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After cycling around the Baywalk for hours and some minor accidents on the side, we went back to the pension house to freshen up and start packing up for tomorrow's flight. I refused another invitation from the husband to Tiki's bar --- yeah, yeah killjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8171355649644091824-6868182071926678702?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6868182071926678702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-3-baywalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6868182071926678702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6868182071926678702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-3-baywalk.html' title='Palawan Experience: Part 3 (The Baywalk)'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9E_2vpSReQ4/TuVXORngm_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/M5jxP5Mbfjk/s72-c/IMG_4401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5603959945369532252</id><published>2011-12-11T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:37:00.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>Palawan Experience: Part Two (Underground River)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the highlight of our trip. Excited would be an understatement. The Puerto Princesa Subterranean National Park is now among the new 7 Wonders of Nature. I say, the place deserves to be called as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were picked-up as early as 7:30am. It takes a lot of effort from both me and my husband to wake up that early but we have no choice.Showing again some photos for this experience...&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/-qyyNE6VsX3A/TuVNOR7sgMI/AAAAAAAAATo/Y1_Zd_FbQ1k/s1600/IMG_4251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyyNE6VsX3A/TuVNOR7sgMI/AAAAAAAAATo/Y1_Zd_FbQ1k/s400/IMG_4251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pit Stop --- stuff sold here are overpriced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fANUV-8zr5I/TuVNp9FDC3I/AAAAAAAAATw/kTxUBf9eHUg/s1600/IMG_4243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fANUV-8zr5I/TuVNp9FDC3I/AAAAAAAAATw/kTxUBf9eHUg/s400/IMG_4243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived in Sabang Port after more than two hours. Our tour guide tried to get us to the next boat ride to the Underground River but was told to go back at 11am. So, we're having early lunch then the tour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For lunch, we were brought to this stretch of resorts and restaurants in Sabang. The lunch wasn't ready so we took pictures while waiting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0GEZLw5MM4/TuVQYLS9VBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KL7cviZBkSk/s1600/IMG_4277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0GEZLw5MM4/TuVQYLS9VBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KL7cviZBkSk/s400/IMG_4277.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice beach...I wanted to take a dip but the waves were huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oasAkqMigs/TuVQC1xWh3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/RU2rLGqRJRE/s1600/IMG_4261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oasAkqMigs/TuVQC1xWh3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/RU2rLGqRJRE/s400/IMG_4261.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dogvTgyT3Co/TuVRFaWP0AI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3do3XPCqiN8/s1600/IMG_4262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dogvTgyT3Co/TuVRFaWP0AI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3do3XPCqiN8/s400/IMG_4262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A new high-end resort...one of the episodes of Going Bulilit was shot here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb6K6AJbSyc/TuVRVr2lHrI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nyf906GWi7w/s1600/IMG_4281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb6K6AJbSyc/TuVRVr2lHrI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nyf906GWi7w/s400/IMG_4281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was lunch...yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQGChRrJdwE/TuVRoD3m0rI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-M5uCVax2MQ/s1600/IMG_4294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQGChRrJdwE/TuVRoD3m0rI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-M5uCVax2MQ/s400/IMG_4294.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, the boat ride that will bring us to the 7th Wonder of the World...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKexxUQOTJ8/TuVSFx_Hp9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/G2hh8tp01rI/s1600/IMG_4295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKexxUQOTJ8/TuVSFx_Hp9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/G2hh8tp01rI/s400/IMG_4295.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and we were greeted by these amazing rock formations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVl-FU6csZc/TuVSs5JVZAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/51UhWM_BVGM/s1600/IMG_4304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVl-FU6csZc/TuVSs5JVZAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/51UhWM_BVGM/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;breathtaking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81hwZB2upOY/TuVS-ZrZenI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fpf4poODUk/s1600/IMG_4307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81hwZB2upOY/TuVS-ZrZenI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fpf4poODUk/s400/IMG_4307.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvLkmz5WIOM/TuVTUCkIBNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/WGFzoIO9XX0/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvLkmz5WIOM/TuVTUCkIBNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/WGFzoIO9XX0/s400/IMG_4309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnyD8ujUJHc/TuVTml7bHII/AAAAAAAAAVI/tERTNsknP54/s1600/IMG_4335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnyD8ujUJHc/TuVTml7bHII/AAAAAAAAAVI/tERTNsknP54/s400/IMG_4335.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for take off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtkc6r8JuMQ/TuVTz2vWlEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iCH_zXz161Y/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtkc6r8JuMQ/TuVTz2vWlEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iCH_zXz161Y/s400/IMG_4357.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;funny boat man - Piolo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-te-YRxAReBM/TuVUECnTPDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eRpif5U6dHM/s1600/IMG_4385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-te-YRxAReBM/TuVUECnTPDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eRpif5U6dHM/s400/IMG_4385.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jump Shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8171355649644091824-5603959945369532252?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5603959945369532252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-two-underground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5603959945369532252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5603959945369532252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-two-underground.html' title='Palawan Experience: Part Two (Underground River)'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyyNE6VsX3A/TuVNOR7sgMI/AAAAAAAAATo/Y1_Zd_FbQ1k/s72-c/IMG_4251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-8949969145899875183</id><published>2011-12-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:30:06.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey; wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>Palawan Experience: Part 1 (Arrival and City Tour)</title><content type='html'>It's one of those less-stressful trips where we didn't pack for the entire family. It's just me and my husband --- thanks to piso fare that was bought sometime in August and the company Thanksgiving holiday, this trip was made possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Puerto Princesa airport on a Thursday noon and the weather was just perfect. We had a smooth plane ride and even landed in PP before the estimated arrival time.&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/-y4_jbB3kWPg/TuVC1tlotqI/AAAAAAAAASo/oG-EVKoOQPs/s1600/IMG_4078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4_jbB3kWPg/TuVC1tlotqI/AAAAAAAAASo/oG-EVKoOQPs/s400/IMG_4078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The place we're staying has this complimentary airport pick-up but we didn't see the vehicle when we went out of the airport. We have to ask around and we were directed to a certain van. The van brought us to &lt;a href="http://audissiepension.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Audissie Pension&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's the cheapest pension house that I found in the web. We were on a tight budget so I grabbed the package of Php4800 for our entire stay including airport transfers and the underground river tour. &amp;nbsp;Through an officemate, we were able to get a good deal for our City Tour at half the price (from 600 to 300 pesos per person).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty lunch at Balinsasaw Restaurant, our City Tour kicks off. I'm just showing off some pictures and some description on the side.&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/-sAOScIx64wo/TuVFU2VJ2JI/AAAAAAAAASw/DjVXDINEkWc/s1600/IMG_4079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sAOScIx64wo/TuVFU2VJ2JI/AAAAAAAAASw/DjVXDINEkWc/s400/IMG_4079.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch at Balinsasaw Restaurant...this buko is so refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlLGmxGj_M/TuVFux42yxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ImeIVU-uoUU/s1600/IMG_4112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlLGmxGj_M/TuVFux42yxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ImeIVU-uoUU/s400/IMG_4112.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First Stop: Palawan Wildlife Rescue and Conservation Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqSbyArayTY/TuVGTWuwhNI/AAAAAAAAATA/aNIic04xiiA/s1600/IMG_4122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqSbyArayTY/TuVGTWuwhNI/AAAAAAAAATA/aNIic04xiiA/s400/IMG_4122.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reptiles just freaks me out but lookie-lookie, getting cozy with a baby croc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZcsE0N_yt4/TuVG14JYyNI/AAAAAAAAATI/c7cc2l3Y8Uo/s1600/IMG_4207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZcsE0N_yt4/TuVG14JYyNI/AAAAAAAAATI/c7cc2l3Y8Uo/s400/IMG_4207.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mitra's mansion was next --- here with my officemate, Ruth and tour guide, Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCiaKFH-oa8/TuVHQTYH6DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x7x3o5y_wic/s1600/IMG_4210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCiaKFH-oa8/TuVHQTYH6DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x7x3o5y_wic/s400/IMG_4210.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the famous "Baker's Hill"...i fell in love with the place. I could actually live here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbG_Uk1MXzE/TuVHtIAX1cI/AAAAAAAAATY/0t99DiNxbjQ/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbG_Uk1MXzE/TuVHtIAX1cI/AAAAAAAAATY/0t99DiNxbjQ/s400/IMG_4213.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe was molested by the husband LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlFhmT4te8o/TuVIRz4VPRI/AAAAAAAAATg/8qaMQT0P8KY/s1600/IMG_4238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlFhmT4te8o/TuVIRz4VPRI/AAAAAAAAATg/8qaMQT0P8KY/s400/IMG_4238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Binuatan Creations...feeling tired at this point already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our last stop was the Tiangge...I just bought a few pairs of pearl earrings for pasalubong but was planning to go back during our last day. Well, that's the end of our first day in Puerto Princesa. I was really tired that I had to refuse an invitation from the husband to hang-out at Tiki's Bar. So, I just dozed off while he went out for a bottle of beer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-8949969145899875183?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8949969145899875183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-1-arrival-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8949969145899875183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8949969145899875183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/palawan-experience-part-1-arrival-and.html' title='Palawan Experience: Part 1 (Arrival and City Tour)'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4_jbB3kWPg/TuVC1tlotqI/AAAAAAAAASo/oG-EVKoOQPs/s72-c/IMG_4078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6814821973588052709</id><published>2011-12-11T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:45:55.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess;blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Hopes, Dreams and Plans for the Next 365 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Day 9 of this 30-Day Blog Challenge that's been running for more than a month already. But I will finish this challenge even if this would take me a year to tick off every list. Anyway, the topic for today is about my hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With just a few more days before the year 2011 wraps up, I think this challenge is very apt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Hopes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that our life gets better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;...that nobody in my family will get sick (yeah, not even fever and colds).&lt;br /&gt;...that we pay off our debts.&lt;br /&gt;...that we will be able to renovate the house.&lt;br /&gt;...that I could increase funds in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;...that work doesn't stress the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;...that we will be able to furnish the house with nice appliances and furniture&lt;br /&gt;...that my online business gets better.&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be able to upgrade my gadgets (phone, laptop, camera etc.)&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be able to improve as a professional.&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be a better mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dreams...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be able to drive my own car.&lt;br /&gt;...that we will be able to travel as a family within the Philippines and perhaps a country in Asia (for now)&lt;br /&gt;...that we will be able to renovate the house according to our "dream house"&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be able to visit my sister in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;...that I will be able to lose unnecessary weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Plans...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...house renovation&lt;br /&gt;...paying off debts&lt;br /&gt;...get a passport&lt;br /&gt;...get a driver's license&lt;br /&gt;...attend more seminars and conferences&lt;br /&gt;...aim for 21k in 2012 (then gradually increase to 42k)&lt;br /&gt;...eat less, run more&lt;br /&gt;...love more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go...just something at the top of my head for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6814821973588052709?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6814821973588052709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-9-hopes-dreams-and-plans-for-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6814821973588052709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6814821973588052709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-9-hopes-dreams-and-plans-for-next.html' title='Day 9: Hopes, Dreams and Plans for the Next 365 Days'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7840414001208114023</id><published>2011-12-04T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:05:37.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Day 8: What's in My Handbag/Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess true to what my previous post is about on what my worst habit is...I've proven that indeed I'm one great procrastinator and I've been putting this 30-day blog challenge to the back seat. I was busy as hell with Christmas parties to organize left and right plus my trip to Palawan with the hubby (which, by the way deserves a separate post). But I'm back and determined to finish off the list in this challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what's in my handbag/purse? I'm showing the latest contents of my bag...I am actually a big-bag person and it's like I'm bringing the entire house inside my bag. Well, that's an exaggeration, of course but party true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/-3QHdJBuJHWo/TtwjP0G6-yI/AAAAAAAAASg/T8bkdxHc5mU/s1600/whats+in+my+bag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QHdJBuJHWo/TtwjP0G6-yI/AAAAAAAAASg/T8bkdxHc5mU/s640/whats+in+my+bag.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. My Current Bag - an ukay find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. My Kikay Kit - contains make-up and what-nots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Cheap Wallet - needs replacement by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Coin Purse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Cheap Sunnies from IT Park bazaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Current Book I'm Reading - Mockingjay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. VS Cologne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. Company ID - else the guard won't let me in the building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. New Starbucks Organizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not in the photo are the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. Bunch of Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;11. Sanitary Napkin (in case the monthly visitor arrives unexpectedly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;12. Hanky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;13. Wet Wipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;14. Some Papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;15. Fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-7840414001208114023?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7840414001208114023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-8-whats-in-my-handbagpurse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7840414001208114023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7840414001208114023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-8-whats-in-my-handbagpurse.html' title='Day 8: What&apos;s in My Handbag/Purse'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QHdJBuJHWo/TtwjP0G6-yI/AAAAAAAAASg/T8bkdxHc5mU/s72-c/whats+in+my+bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2516830449031594053</id><published>2011-11-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:12:30.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 7: My Worst Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87W5LVESZFc/TsB4sUA83nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KpS-aUw_3wE/s1600/timer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87W5LVESZFc/TsB4sUA83nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KpS-aUw_3wE/s400/timer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am a great procrastinator. I have this bad habit of delaying tasks and then cram whenever the deadline is near. This worst habit of mine resulted to stressful days and not-so-good output. And I tried as much to get rid of this habit but sometimes, laziness gets in the way or sometimes my plate is just full. Yeah, I'm a procrastinator and I'm not proud of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Photo Credit:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/images/results.aspx?qu=timer&amp;amp;ctt=1#ai:MP900316390|mt:2|"&gt;http://office.microsoft.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2516830449031594053?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2516830449031594053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-7-my-worst-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2516830449031594053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2516830449031594053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-7-my-worst-habit.html' title='DAY 7: My Worst Habit'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87W5LVESZFc/TsB4sUA83nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KpS-aUw_3wE/s72-c/timer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6412785727729600778</id><published>2011-11-12T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:19:12.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>DAY 6: A Song That Makes You Cry (or Nearly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I easily tear up whenever I hear songs that reminds me of people and events. It brings back both happy and sad memories whenever I hear these songs. But I have what I consider as my ultimate favorite song. I like the original &amp;nbsp;version though and hate the awful versions especially that of Nina hhhmmmpp...here you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQsvNucjM6s" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;by Julia Fordham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who'd have thought&lt;br /&gt;This is how the pieces fit?&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't even try making sense of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;How we ever came this far&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had reasons&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on my heart, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a chance we take&lt;br /&gt;We make plans&lt;br /&gt;But then love demands a leap of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though we think we know&lt;br /&gt;which way the river flows&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way love goes, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;two hearts beat as one&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;the ways it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fffdf2; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&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/8171355649644091824-6412785727729600778?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6412785727729600778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6-song-that-makes-you-cry-or-nearly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6412785727729600778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6412785727729600778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6-song-that-makes-you-cry-or-nearly.html' title='DAY 6: A Song That Makes You Cry (or Nearly)'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1289908084059914686</id><published>2011-11-12T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:30:35.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>DAY 5: Your Dream House</title><content type='html'>We live in a shoebox of a house. It's not our dream house yet but it's something that we can call our own. When I get filthy rich, I want to invest more on real estate --- a house, a condo, a vacation house, a beach house would be in my list. That is, if I get really, really wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more on the minimalist side. I prefer straight lines to curves. I prefer furniture with straight lines with a few little circles perhaps.The ambiance has to be the same as staying in a 5 star hotel. Having a swimming pool or&amp;nbsp;Jacuzzi&amp;nbsp;would be an added bonus. Of course, I also want to have a flower garden or perhaps plant some herbs on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facade will have to look like this....&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/-ylRIgQVxibI/Tr5Xrs_TG7I/AAAAAAAAASA/Cg4D_WfPuVI/s1600/manhattan-house-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylRIgQVxibI/Tr5Xrs_TG7I/AAAAAAAAASA/Cg4D_WfPuVI/s400/manhattan-house-10.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the interiors would be like these...&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/-PlPg59zX7Oo/Tr5YIvJ2vXI/AAAAAAAAASI/2qvRJD-FCfU/s1600/Minimalist-Interiors2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlPg59zX7Oo/Tr5YIvJ2vXI/AAAAAAAAASI/2qvRJD-FCfU/s400/Minimalist-Interiors2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's no price attached to dreaming. And who knows this dream might just come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2juh.com/minimalist-beach-house-design/"&gt;http://2juh.com/minimalist-beach-house-design/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superizon.com/minimalist-interiors-images-with-model-decor/"&gt;http://www.superizon.com/minimalist-interiors-images-with-model-decor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1289908084059914686?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1289908084059914686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-your-dream-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1289908084059914686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1289908084059914686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-your-dream-house.html' title='DAY 5: Your Dream House'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylRIgQVxibI/Tr5Xrs_TG7I/AAAAAAAAASA/Cg4D_WfPuVI/s72-c/manhattan-house-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1648796602373111015</id><published>2011-11-11T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:17:58.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>DAY 4: Something You are OCD About</title><content type='html'>It's day 4 and yet I've skipped about 3 days actually. But the challenge is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular challenge....something that I am OC about hhhhhmmm. I think I have none in particular but what I have are mostly petpeeves. I've listed them down below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't want my things touched without my knowledge. I always have this issue with my sisters because we practically share almost everything like shoes, perfumes and yes sometimes clothes but I hate it when they use my stuff without telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Waiting way too long for people to come. My husband is guilty of this and it just irritates me when he says that he's coming and yet he's still on his way to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People whispering in front of me. If you don't want me to hear what you're talking about, you can go as far as 1 kilometer but never, never whisper in front of me as if you're talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my petpeeves...all the rest are really manageable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1648796602373111015?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1648796602373111015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-something-you-are-ocd-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1648796602373111015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1648796602373111015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-something-you-are-ocd-about.html' title='DAY 4: Something You are OCD About'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-9223292558327719087</id><published>2011-11-07T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:59:16.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auntie stuff'/><title type='text'>DAY 3: A Photo Taken Over 10 Years Ago of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was taken more than 10 years ago --- in fact it was taken more than 20 years ago. This was during my Prep School Commencement Exercise with my Auntie Inday pinning one of my ribbons. My mama used to play with my hair. In this photo, she curled my bangs in preparation for this event. Geezzz, I look like nog-nog here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEDF__UDrsg/Tre5GqpRdlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eCdm6Yk6BvQ/s1600/first+honor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEDF__UDrsg/Tre5GqpRdlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eCdm6Yk6BvQ/s640/first+honor.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-9223292558327719087?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9223292558327719087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-photo-taken-over-10-years-ago-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9223292558327719087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9223292558327719087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-photo-taken-over-10-years-ago-of.html' title='DAY 3: A Photo Taken Over 10 Years Ago of You'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEDF__UDrsg/Tre5GqpRdlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eCdm6Yk6BvQ/s72-c/first+honor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7973373438721987909</id><published>2011-11-06T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T04:07:47.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>DAY 2: 20 of my Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I am not really the type who gets attached to things. I'm more attached to people and memories. But for the sake of this challenge, allow me to enumerate a few of my favorite things (in no particular order though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-from-my-new-hp-mini.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink &amp;nbsp;HP Mini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - It's my most expensive gadget. I bought it out of my hard-earned money and so far it has served me well. I basically depended on this gadget for almost everything --- from work-related, online business, blogging, Odesk, PAS, facebook and games. It's a portable gadget that fits perfectly in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt;Canon PowerShot A560 Digital Camera&lt;/b&gt; - Another gadget that I cannot live without. I use this to capture life's special moments from my daughter's school activities, family bonding moments, office events etc. I bought this camera sometime 2007 (if I remember it right) and it still captures photos well. I also use this to take photos of products in my online shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Asics Running Shoes&lt;/b&gt; - It's a recent ukay purchase. My husband and I got hooked to this brand of running shoes recently and we're glad that we see a lot of these in ukay-ukay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;M &amp;amp; Co Skinny Blue Jeans&lt;/b&gt; - I love how it fits me perfectly and matches almost any top. It's the only skinny jeans that fits my huge body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Fossil Silver Watch&lt;/b&gt; - I bought this watch through installment (utang). I always go for silver items when it comes to jewelry and watches. It's my everyday watch until recently when the company gave Timex watches to tenured employees.So, I gave it a rest and only wear it during special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;M &amp;amp; Co Black Leggings&lt;/b&gt; - If there's an item in my wardrobe that I want to wear everyday, that would be my black leggings from M &amp;amp; Co. I like that I could match it with almost everything from tunics, polo and long blouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Red Flats from Bazaar&lt;/b&gt; - I always get compliments whenever I wear this no brand flats bought in IT Park bazaar but I think it will give up on me anytime soon. Still it's my favorite pair of shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Queen Size Bed&lt;/b&gt; - Obviously, it's my respite from a hard-days work. Family bonding usually happens on this bed and of course some intimate moments with the husband *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Collection of Souvenir Ballpens from Around the World&lt;/b&gt; - So far I have three if you would call it a collection teehee. But to those who plans to give me souvenir items, I'm giving you this tip --- I would prefer ballpens from keychains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;White Jimmy Choo Bag from my sister&lt;/b&gt; - It's my everyday bag. I'm a big bag kind of person and this bag just fits almost everything. I could even stuff my HP mini inside this bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Gas Stove&lt;/b&gt; - If I have all the time in the world, I would want to spend it in front of the stove and cook up something. I usually do this every weekend and my ultimate favorite recipe is pork sinigang and spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Leona's Chocolate Surprise&lt;/b&gt; - It's my ultimate favorite cake of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Pearl Earrings &lt;/b&gt;- It's not really authentic mother of pearl but I love how it matches almost every outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Wet Tissues&lt;/b&gt; - I'm not particular with brands but as a mother, it always comes handy when I got one inside my bag especially during trips to the mall when nappy change and getting the kids' hands dirty are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Mary Kay Age-Fighting Moisturizer with SPF1&lt;/b&gt; - I don't go out without applying one. They say as we grow older, we need to take extra care of our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Post-Its and Sticky Notes &lt;/b&gt;- These are essentials especially when I have something for the boss to sign. Whoever invented these is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Cellphone&lt;/b&gt; - I've had several cellphone models but I'm really particular to one. A cellphone is a heaven-sent to a worker, mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Maybelline Red Lipstick&lt;/b&gt; - I wear it on those days when I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Sun Broadband Wireless&lt;/b&gt; - It's my access to the internet world. I love how fast the connection is anywhere within Cebu (and even Bohol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Gray Long Cardigan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Silver Bangle with Charms&lt;/b&gt; - bought it from a friend who sells accessories (from Carbon). It's my current favorite accessory to a boring outfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-7973373438721987909?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7973373438721987909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-20-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7973373438721987909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7973373438721987909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-20-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='DAY 2: 20 of my Favorite Things'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-8407247405670566827</id><published>2011-11-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:18:10.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>DAY 1: A photo that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 1 of my 30-day blog challenge starts today. And today's challenge is to post a photo that makes ME happy. &amp;nbsp;Well, it seems pretty easy but the truth is, I had a hard time choosing from thousands of photos in FB and some old-school photo album. After what seemed like eternity in browsing through photos, I think I will settle for this picture of me and my sister. This was taken when I was still 4 years old and my sister Magee is yet to turn one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to make me smile and gives me that warm feeling of how it is to be a child. It brings back fond childhood memories. I don't know why my little sister is crying in this photo but look at that smile on my face ---- as a kid, I think I loved being photographed. Oh and I can't help but smile on our toys wrapped in plastic. My mama always wraps our stuffed toys in plastic to avoid getting dirty ---so old school. And see that wedding figurine in the background? It's my parents wedding cake topper. My mama has kept it for years...such a hoarder of sentimental things just like me. So, yeah this photo tops my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4r-HzpcnUQ/TrR-WOqA9vI/AAAAAAAAARw/Hvng4JgslAE/s1600/bulilit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4r-HzpcnUQ/TrR-WOqA9vI/AAAAAAAAARw/Hvng4JgslAE/s400/bulilit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1782220434"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1782220435"&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-8407247405670566827?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8407247405670566827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8407247405670566827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8407247405670566827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='DAY 1: A photo that makes you happy'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4r-HzpcnUQ/TrR-WOqA9vI/AAAAAAAAARw/Hvng4JgslAE/s72-c/bulilit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5647852711979130346</id><published>2011-11-04T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:52:50.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>30 Day Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For quite sometime, I've taken for granted this blog. I've had so many missed opportunities and so many stories &amp;nbsp;to write about but didn't get to really write them down here. So, inspired by some bloggers, I challenged myself to continuously blog for 30 days without fail. I really hope I could sustain this challenge that I put upon myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Geezz, good luck to this lazy blogger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320508074656121" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A photo that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 20 of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A photo taken over 10 years ago of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Something you are OCD about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your dream house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My worst habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What’s in my handbag/purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 10&amp;nbsp; A dream for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 11&amp;nbsp; Who can’t you live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 12&amp;nbsp; If you could wish for anything that would come true, what would you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 13&amp;nbsp; Have you ever had your heart broken? Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 14&amp;nbsp; What do you like most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 15&amp;nbsp; What do you dislike most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 16&amp;nbsp; What do people notice about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 17&amp;nbsp; What’s something you wish you could say to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 18&amp;nbsp; Whom do you admire the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 19&amp;nbsp; What is your goal in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 20&amp;nbsp; What are the 10 most significant events in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 21&amp;nbsp; If you died tomorrow, what’s one thing you’d regret not doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 22&amp;nbsp; What’s an inside joke you have with someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 23&amp;nbsp; Two months ago, where were you and what were you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 24&amp;nbsp; Do you have saved text messages?&amp;nbsp; If so, who are they from and why do you still have them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 25&amp;nbsp; Write 5 messages to 5 different people without using names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 26&amp;nbsp; What’s something you’re really excited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 27&amp;nbsp; What do you feel guilty for doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 28&amp;nbsp; Tattoos.&amp;nbsp; If you have one, post it and its story.&amp;nbsp; If not, what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320508074656120" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320508074656119" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 29&amp;nbsp; Picture of your makeup collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="yiv1885908122MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Day 30&amp;nbsp; When were the happiest days of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-5647852711979130346?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5647852711979130346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-day-blog-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5647852711979130346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5647852711979130346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-day-blog-challenge.html' title='30 Day Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6006709443602637718</id><published>2011-11-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:55:40.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Bon Voyage Sorella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Tonight, my sister will get on that plane that will make her dreams come true. We already bid our goodbyes to her almost a month ago when she boarded her plane to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1320371850_0" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;. She needs to process remaining requirements at POEA and other government agencies. And going back to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1320371850_1" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Cebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;would only mean additional expenses so she stayed in my uncle’s house in Manila while waiting for her Overseas Exit Certificate – the final document required for her to be able to fly out of the country. It also spares everyone the drama of seeing her finally go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;She’s off to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1320371850_2" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--- one of the best countries in the world. Fortunately, her working visa got approved through the efforts of an uncle who is already based there. She has to leave everything behind --- an engagement, a possible promotion, and loved ones --- for the sake of family. For years, our family has been struggling with financial difficulties and her going abroad will be an answer to our prayers and the fulfillment of our dreams. That’s the reason why OFW exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dear Little Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I know how tough it is to leave behind your life here in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1320371850_3"&gt;the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;, your comfort zone for 28 years. I know you’re scared and I’m scared for you too but this you have to do because you wanted to provide a better life for your family. I wish you could pack us all inside your luggage and join you in your journey. But then you have to go through this on your own. I will not be there anymore to hold your hand, to guide you through, to give you support but rest assured you will always be in my prayers. You will be sorely missed --- your modeling our online business, our late night chit-chat, the little fights, the fun with kiddos, and the many adventures and misadventures we’ve shared. I couldn’t even imagine not having you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Enjoy your new life in Italy --- take lots of pictures and keep updating your facebook. Before you even know it, you will be back home to us with a fat bank account *wink*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Love you sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtWTPT-CMe8/TrNT-qk1MGI/AAAAAAAAARo/VBI-I9gn4jw/s1600/IMG_6363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtWTPT-CMe8/TrNT-qk1MGI/AAAAAAAAARo/VBI-I9gn4jw/s320/IMG_6363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6006709443602637718?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6006709443602637718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/bon-voyage-sorella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6006709443602637718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6006709443602637718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/bon-voyage-sorella.html' title='Bon Voyage Sorella!'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtWTPT-CMe8/TrNT-qk1MGI/AAAAAAAAARo/VBI-I9gn4jw/s72-c/IMG_6363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-8671374519263775014</id><published>2011-08-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:53:33.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>9 Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxuTiIhRBl4/Tji3hO6XPeI/AAAAAAAAARk/PLfZebJUlMs/s1600/9+years.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxuTiIhRBl4/Tji3hO6XPeI/AAAAAAAAARk/PLfZebJUlMs/s320/9+years.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today marks our 9th year as a married couple. Not much has change really except for the expanding waistlines and the kids growing --- other than that, we're still the same couple who enjoys pizza and movie marathons every now and then. We're not that big on celebrations so probably this day would just pass by like any other ordinary days. The husband is in Bohol right now making a living and I'll be heading off to the office in a bit. He'll back on Saturday so probably we can celebrate by then. Or maybe not. I don't want to keep my hopes high. As what I've said, we're not big on celebrations and anniversaries and birthdays --- does that sound bitter? Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, nine years down the line, we have a lot to look back and a lot to look forward to. We're not the perfect couple. We have struggles too and moments when we want to give up on each other. But I guess, we took by heart the vows we made before God and man 9 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DEAR HUSBAND! We may not have it all but just as long as we have each other, we'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-8671374519263775014?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8671374519263775014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8671374519263775014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8671374519263775014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-years.html' title='9 Years...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxuTiIhRBl4/Tji3hO6XPeI/AAAAAAAAARk/PLfZebJUlMs/s72-c/9+years.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4303047032014839677</id><published>2011-07-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:51:25.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess;blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><title type='text'>Company Recognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, the company prepared this little recognition dinner while our CEO is in town. Only those who have been with the company for five years and above were invited and of course the management team.We were given this TIMEX watch with our names and date hired engraved at the back plus three thousand pesos worth of gift certificates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk-n5WyA9RM/Th5YbhYGG7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KWNN4HpNbBg/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk-n5WyA9RM/Th5YbhYGG7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KWNN4HpNbBg/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how the management has finally decided to recognize employees who stick it out with the company all these years. It has always been the top performer or those who bring in moolah to the company a.k.a. the Sales people they always pamper with lotsa perks.The backroom support, just like my department never gets to receive incentives. So, it's such a pleasant surprise that they started this kind of recognition to tenured employees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back all those years, I can't imagine how we've survived. I mean, it has always been very difficult to the point of quitting. We've been through so much --- the change in management, the office transfers (3 offices at that), our boss leaving us with me holding on the fort in our department, facility dilemma, all the drama, all the mess, all the nasty people you've worked with, the office politics, all those SH*T. I guess we're made of strong stuff. I know I have always been complaining on the side but at the end of the day, we cannot deny the fact that this job, this company brings in the food to our table, pays for my kids education, pays for the house amortization and takes care of our other needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 4 months, I will be celebrating my 7 years in the company. I'm not certain though if I'm still around when that time comes. I guess I've reach that point when you said to yourself that it's time to look around and move on...not necessarily to a greener pasture but to something different, new environment, new people to work with, new challenges. When I get there, I know it will be a tough decision to make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for now, allow me to bask in this feeling of being appreciated and wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you XLIBRIS-ASI Management!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4303047032014839677?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4303047032014839677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/company-recognition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4303047032014839677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4303047032014839677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/company-recognition.html' title='Company Recognition'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk-n5WyA9RM/Th5YbhYGG7I/AAAAAAAAARg/KWNN4HpNbBg/s72-c/IMG_1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6798068361287992637</id><published>2011-05-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:32:42.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>If the world will end TODAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmU_9jkHC3U/Tdcvj0MznOI/AAAAAAAAARc/OM_kr_VM9CE/s1600/peace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmU_9jkHC3U/Tdcvj0MznOI/AAAAAAAAARc/OM_kr_VM9CE/s400/peace.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am &lt;b&gt;READY&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've said &lt;b&gt;SORRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;FORGIVEN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;LOVED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;LIVED&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo taken at the shores of Pintuyan, Southern Leyte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6798068361287992637?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6798068361287992637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-world-will-end-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6798068361287992637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6798068361287992637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-world-will-end-today.html' title='If the world will end TODAY...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmU_9jkHC3U/Tdcvj0MznOI/AAAAAAAAARc/OM_kr_VM9CE/s72-c/peace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1839864795238544189</id><published>2011-05-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:16:37.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Prodigal Blogging Daughter Is Back...With Rants &amp; Raves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am back to writing again in this blog site and I’m taking a break from facebook for a while. I posted in my FB status &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“…will be on silent mode until further notice!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I feel that the more I linger in FB, the more I get lazy and leave things unfinished. So, I am reviving my love for writing and blogging. After all, blogging really helps me release whatever emotions I am feeling right now. Just allow me to release them here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The past week has been toxic with my trip to Manila to attend the PAS National Convention, our Cebu Chapter AP Week Activities and some work-related issues. I was a walking zombie with dark circles under my eyes due to lack of sleep. My laptop and sun wireless broadband have been my best friends as I was answering emails nonstop and working on presentations like mad for our PAS activities. Then there were the speeches to prepare. I admit I am not good at impromptu speaking so I have to have something to read to guide me through. Then, there were coordination with committees, purchasing errands and some decisions to make. At work, our GM has questions that I cannot answer and it’s such a shame because I am supposed to know. We have issues with office maintenance, office expansion and government compliance. At the home front, I have some domestic duties left behind such as the enrollment of my daughter. SIGH! I tried as much to remain calm and composed amidst all these. I said to myself that I am made of strong stuff and that I will survive this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But I guess I reached my rock bottom when I have to deal with people issues. I just lost it and broke down in tears in front of my husband while reading through an email sent to me by a fellow PASer. It was for me the last straw and I feel all my strength being sucked up. I told my husband that cannot do this anymore and that I cannot work effectively with people who hate me. But I got the shock of all shock because he was encouraging me to just let it pass. Until now, I still receive the cold treatment, the raised eyebrows and probably the talks behind my back but I will continue to endure. People you consider friends will hate you, will turn their backs on you, will ignore you but the world doesn’t’ end there. I still cry every now and then reading over that email and mourn over a lost friendship but I look forward to that day when I can no longer shed a single tear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1618322437MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, so much for these drama... uuhhmm yeah...the prodigal blogging daughter is back. I hope my reader of two (or three) will welcome me again into their browsers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1839864795238544189?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1839864795238544189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/prodigal-blogging-daughter-is-backwith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1839864795238544189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1839864795238544189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/prodigal-blogging-daughter-is-backwith.html' title='Prodigal Blogging Daughter Is Back...With Rants &amp; Raves!'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4935395054461837000</id><published>2011-05-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:00:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>First, there was the PAS GMM that I shouldn't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there was the PACMAN-MOSELY fight that my husband was definitely watching. I can't compete with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not really big on celebrations including birthdays and mother's day. So, I thought of just staying at Maribago Bluewaters after our meeting and let the kids swim and enjoy what's left of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really raining hard and seemed like a typhoon was brewing but we had fun nonetheless. We were joined by my sister Magee (who is now an official PAS Member by the way) and my brother Christian (who we call Dodong or Shaki depends on our moods hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be an afternoon of posing and projecting behind the camera...and lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the many roles I portray, being a MOTHER is the best role ever. It's the best gift a woman will ever have...it may be a tough role to play but somehow I managed to get by because I have sweetest girls in the world who looks up to me with so much love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sharing some photos below...and some are all over my facebook account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-4k_mHBPgHtk/TcoH2z_jXGI/AAAAAAAAARM/6m5fcwiY5LM/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4k_mHBPgHtk/TcoH2z_jXGI/AAAAAAAAARM/6m5fcwiY5LM/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxpE9YaRcoM/TcoH-XuctRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SLu40oWsUy0/s1600/DSC_0644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxpE9YaRcoM/TcoH-XuctRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SLu40oWsUy0/s320/DSC_0644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd4RrpNFYDo/TcdaOP4uqpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F9uquuRI9aI/s1600/DSC_0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd4RrpNFYDo/TcdaOP4uqpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F9uquuRI9aI/s320/DSC_0635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1173863001"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1173863002"&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-4935395054461837000?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4935395054461837000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-we-did-on-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4935395054461837000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4935395054461837000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-we-did-on-mothers-day.html' title='What We Did on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4k_mHBPgHtk/TcoH2z_jXGI/AAAAAAAAARM/6m5fcwiY5LM/s72-c/DSC_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6833795181370133603</id><published>2011-01-30T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:48:34.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; 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Messages on Facebook are flooding here and there. But the best part of it is celebrating it with my family at Harold’s Hotel. I got an invitation from a fellow-PASer for a simulation exercise of their new hotel. We get to experience the facilities and the services that the hotel offers before it opens to the public soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVmpYYyOdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1v3IJTLP0PY/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVmpYYyOdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1v3IJTLP0PY/s320/112.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVnHUrw75I/AAAAAAAAAP8/gKIKhh0wArU/s1600/38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVnHUrw75I/AAAAAAAAAP8/gKIKhh0wArU/s320/38.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;It is hard to believe that I am already off the calendar. Yeah, sometimes I find myself too old to do stuff that the younger generations do and enjoy. Pathetic, isn’t it? But the truth is, we are not too old for anything. We should not be held by those numbers, damn it! So, yeah being 32 is surreal --- it still hasn't sink in at this very moment. I still feel twenty eight at heart. They say that to feel young, you choose an age and stick with it. I choose 28!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;I used to be melodramatic during my birthday but now, no more dramas, no more mushy stuff, just pure and simple FUN! (although a message from my sister made me teary-eyed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVrR6VJM-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/kOWA6weaNcc/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVrR6VJM-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/kOWA6weaNcc/s320/104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;CHEERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-6833795181370133603?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6833795181370133603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/thirty-two-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6833795181370133603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6833795181370133603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/thirty-two-today.html' title='Thirty Two Today'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TUVmpYYyOdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1v3IJTLP0PY/s72-c/112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7276670523606697385</id><published>2011-01-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:48:37.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runner'/><title type='text'>Conquered My First 5K at the Cebu City Marathon 2011</title><content type='html'>&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 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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I started running in 2010. Since then, I made a vow that my first race has got to be something BIG even if I will only be running 5k. Several races have come and gone in 2010 but my feet only aims for no less than the &lt;a href="https://www.cebumarathon.com/"&gt;Cebu City Marathon 2011&lt;/a&gt;. As early as October, my husband and I already registered for 5k then we started running around IT Park two to three times a week together with my running buddy and colleague, Judeelou. My distance always remained at 3k so 5k was like an ambitious goal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last Sunday, we were among the thousands of braved souls who woke up as early 4am to conquer the streets, break personal records and raced with ourselves. It was a first time for both me and Earl. We don’t belong to a group of runners so it was like a couple date.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we reached IT Park, there was a festive mood as runners from all ages prepped up for their respective races. As first timers, we were amazed at the excitement of each and every runner and spectator we met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Below are our pre-race photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBPjFhvDnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dRnFKL5F-MQ/s1600/IMG_2518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBPjFhvDnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dRnFKL5F-MQ/s320/IMG_2518.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/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBQAKQQ0pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p8prgnWssPA/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBQAKQQ0pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p8prgnWssPA/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;At exactly 5:30am, we hit the road --- it’s true that thing called “adrenalin rush” as the runners were running like mad. When we reached JY Square, I was already running slowly and Earl decided to just go ahead of me. I was on solo flight from km 2 until the finish line. So many thoughts went through my head as I was finishing the race -- what if I will be the last runner to finish the race? What a shame! What if I stumble in the midst of all the running enthusiasts? What if I collapse and die? Morbid thoughts, alright, but I think these thoughts helped me pushed hard and motivated me to just finish this race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was running behind the mayor who was running side by side his son at km 4 but I went past him near UP.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBQoN0s5oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hiq7_yDozQQ/s1600/IMG_2533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBQoN0s5oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hiq7_yDozQQ/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Here's the personal record of my first race (click photo to enlarge):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBScPqflGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WhozeTpR7O4/s1600/ccm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBScPqflGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WhozeTpR7O4/s320/ccm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBRgvdxpyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aUevNW584HA/s1600/IMG_2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBRgvdxpyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aUevNW584HA/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We did it – I say not bad for first timers really.Till the next race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TTBRFwklZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UMVAGsKj4B8/s1600/IMG_2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>My Babies Turn A Year Older Today, Together</title><content type='html'>...last year, I wrote Alex and Zabbie a birthday note. It was one letter addressed to both of them. This year (and probably onwards), I want to make it personalized and I will write them birthday notes separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my birthday note to my adorable daughters who are celebrating their birthdays today - January 7 (please click to enlarge).&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/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TSaT5XlWknI/AAAAAAAAAPY/F_4SGREOAaw/s1600/Alex+Eight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TSaT5XlWknI/AAAAAAAAAPY/F_4SGREOAaw/s320/Alex+Eight.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/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TSaT-19qpJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FEizq7_MGq8/s1600/zabbie+two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TSaT-19qpJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FEizq7_MGq8/s320/zabbie+two.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6802171222767532006?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6802171222767532006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-babies-turn-year-older-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6802171222767532006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6802171222767532006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-babies-turn-year-older-today.html' title='My Babies Turn A Year Older Today, Together'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TSaT5XlWknI/AAAAAAAAAPY/F_4SGREOAaw/s72-c/Alex+Eight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-550142254392757935</id><published>2010-12-30T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:30:18.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Bidding 2010 Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In less than 48 hours, we will bid goodbye to an incredible year. Two thousand ten brought in wonderful and amazing people and experiences in my life. Though&amp;nbsp;my family continue to struggle in some aspects (i.e. financial aspects),&amp;nbsp; we received abundant blessings in some other forms. Allow me to list them down here in my year-end gratitude post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We welcome the addition of a new family member – the adorable, &lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-our-new-family-member.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My sister and I ventured into a new business opportunity which happens to be our favorite hubby as well --- the birth of our “UKAY CEBU” online shop in facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I got promoted to Admin Manager (something that was unexpected) and my team also received a well-deserved raise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was surrounded by true friends who bare with me their soul, share with me their laughter and give without expecting something in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxdoh9WdEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2iDH_p1lHf0/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxdoh9WdEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2iDH_p1lHf0/s320/Picture+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For having smart, healthy and loving daughters who melts my heart. Every.Single.Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxcnXXDtkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e6OB25WJ3RI/s1600/zabbie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxcnXXDtkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e6OB25WJ3RI/s320/zabbie2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Having an amazing husband who is selfless and provides for all our needs --- for being the coolest human being I’ve ever met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For PAS and the endless learning opportunities, for giving me the chance to become a leader and for allowing me to meet wonderful people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For hotel freebies, &lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-from-my-new-hp-mini.html"&gt;gadgets&lt;/a&gt;, appliances and house renovations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For parents visiting often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Embracing a new exercise – RUNNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;See? With all of these, I find it really difficult to let go of 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But with 2011 comes a promise that everything will be a lot better, a lot brighter and a lot happier. I look forward to a lot of things in 2011 --- running my first marathon, running an association, running a family, running a department and running away from my fears, from misery, from debts (haha just kidding). I think 2011 will be all about running eh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seriously, I will try as much to be a better mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend, employee, PASer and person in 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxdWDWXWrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-EpWMYnoF3Q/s1600/villamala2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxdWDWXWrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-EpWMYnoF3Q/s320/villamala2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year from my family to yours!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-550142254392757935?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/550142254392757935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/bidding-2010-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/550142254392757935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/550142254392757935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/bidding-2010-goodbye.html' title='Bidding 2010 Goodbye'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TRxdoh9WdEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2iDH_p1lHf0/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4182947853667746705</id><published>2010-12-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:49:50.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's been a while since my last post (again) and a lot of things happened during the two-month absence. I wish I have the luxury of time to write them all down here in this space. I know I promised to write as often as I can however, there's just so much things on my plate lately and probably in the coming days. So, my apologies again to whoever reads this blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Christmas today --- something that the whole family has been waiting for. We had a party on my husband's side last night at Cebu Midtown Hotel. It was the first time that it was held outside Granny's house and not on the 24th --- a deviation to the yearly tradition. My husband was on top of everything from venue arrangement, entertainment, selection of food, kargador,driver and being the host among others. But I think it was good for a start considering the limited time for preparation. We hope to level up next year and also get the help of everyone in the family not just a one-man show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we lighted candles at Redemptorist Church after meeting my parents who are spending their Christmas here in Cebu. Then we head off to hearing mass at USC-Main Chapel together with husband's family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a handful of things to thank about this year but I will reserve that on my year-end post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-4182947853667746705?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4182947853667746705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4182947853667746705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4182947853667746705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4759505856628197023</id><published>2010-10-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:40:06.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've mentioned it before that one of my favorite events next to Christmas is Halloween. I always look forward to wearing costumes and all. This year, I didn't prepared as much and didn't tried as much to be creative as compared to the previous hallows. I just bought a "bonggang-bonggang" witch hat and voila!&amp;nbsp;&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/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM348OxG3NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K42kn78qzz0/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM348OxG3NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K42kn78qzz0/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, the kids also had their first trick or treat at the mall. Both don their fairy wings and tutu (homemade by my sisters) but with a twist because they wore black top. We arrived at the mall past 3pm so there's little candies left for the kids. For half an hour, we went from one shop to another but their pumpkins were still empty. So I just bought a bag of candies and marshmallows from Hannahs and they were happy. Still, a few shops have some candies left and they were able to experience real trick or treatin'. It's just funny because Alex would froze at the store entrance and will never say a word so the doting mother would take over saying "candies?". And the doting dad was also in costume scaring the sh*t out of the kids. Here's some pictures to show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM37UtPBRdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/27GKizqmqwE/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM37UtPBRdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/27GKizqmqwE/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM373_MHq7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2-CtG4gZLwM/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM373_MHq7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2-CtG4gZLwM/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM38kNtjvMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ETK9Ie_PGmA/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM38kNtjvMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ETK9Ie_PGmA/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM3912aElaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/d_01K4NafiQ/s1600/IMG_1300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM3912aElaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/d_01K4NafiQ/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM3873RnJnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6JwexIdJ_oI/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM3873RnJnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6JwexIdJ_oI/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-4759505856628197023?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4759505856628197023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4759505856628197023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4759505856628197023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM348OxG3NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K42kn78qzz0/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2201312048455021806</id><published>2010-10-31T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:08:04.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auntie stuff'/><title type='text'>Meet our new family member...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM30URZOwRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xA-j3BilVO4/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM30URZOwRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xA-j3BilVO4/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet Leon Anthony (Leon from my father's name "Leonito" and Anthony from the other grandpa "Antonio"), the newest member of the family, the love child of my sister A.You know it's true what they say that a baby changes everything and takes away all the bitter and odd feelings. I just wish for this young man to grow up healthy, strong, God-fearing and respectful despite the circumstances he was born with. I also wish for his mother to GROW UP (LOL) now that you're here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Leon, remember that you are loved from the first time we set our eyes on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/8171355649644091824-2201312048455021806?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2201312048455021806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-our-new-family-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2201312048455021806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2201312048455021806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-our-new-family-member.html' title='Meet our new family member...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TM30URZOwRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xA-j3BilVO4/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-8217101772081665220</id><published>2010-10-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:24:58.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Oh Hello There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Dear Reader of Two (or Three maybe),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;All apologies for the extensive blog hiatus. Life happens and I was caught in between realities and responsibilities. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Although, I blame facebook and tumblr for taking over my blogging time. So many stories to tell, so many dramas to share and so many dreams to chase BUT allow me to compose them one by one… will be blogging soon! ... and hopefully this blog gets some pampering and a make-over. (crossing fingers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Stay tuned will&amp;nbsp;yah!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;momgoddess&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/8171355649644091824-8217101772081665220?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8217101772081665220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hello-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8217101772081665220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8217101772081665220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hello-there.html' title='Oh Hello There!'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5957752280798520761</id><published>2010-09-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:47:45.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; dreamer'/><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams: A Body to Die For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit that my weight has always been a major, major dilemma. I've written about my frustrations in this blog and my other blog a couple of times. I made empty and broken promises of getting back in shape and cutting down on my food cravings YET I always fail miserably. Being this huge has been the source of my insecurities and paranoia. I can't fit into fashionable clothes and I easily get tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My last straw (I hope it is) was when I learned about my body age through &lt;a href="http://login.totalweblite.com/main/1124/index.asp?pageid=19978&amp;amp;AccId=1072"&gt;KARADA SCAN&lt;/a&gt; which was introduced to my fellow PASers in one of our GMMs. It measures one's body age and the amount of visceral fat in our body. Imagine my horror upon learning that my body is 43 years old as compared to my 31. I wanted to cry there and then but with my PASers around me, I just smiled like it really didn't matter to me. But truth is, I am ASHAMED because fact is, I really didn't take care of my body --- I wasn't eating healthy food. I was living a sedentary life. I don't get enough sleep often. I allowed myself to be exposed to free radicals like second-hand smoke, pollution and direct sunlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following day, I posted this in my FB wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiUnifiedStory UIStory UIIntentionalStory aid_1648037673" data-ft="{&amp;quot;src&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;9&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sty&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;22&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;actrs&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1648037673&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;127920737253110&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;s_obj&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;11&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;s_edge&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;s_prnt&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;11&amp;quot;}" id="div_story_1593522688_127920737253110"&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;...lifestyle  change starts TODAY. More fruits, veggies and exercise....Good Luck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" ajaxify="1" class="commentable_item one_row_add_box autoexpand_mode comment_form_127920737253110" id="commentable_item_1593522688_127920737253110" method="POST" name="add_comment"&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" type="hidden" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" /&gt;Boy, was I serious! I started eating more healthy food like fruits and vegetables --- we even joke around in the office that we only eat those that are made by God. Slowly, I was also encouraging my colleagues and told them about the reason why I'm doing this. And though it is such a hassle on my part, I started jogging around IT Park with Judee and Sylvette. We started with 1k then slowly increased itby running and brisk walking for 2 or 3 more kms. We even tried to registered ourselves to &lt;a href="http://www.nestle.com.ph/milo/"&gt;Milo 34th National Marathon&lt;/a&gt; but registration already closed when we submitted our forms.It would have been my first marathon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" ajaxify="1" class="commentable_item one_row_add_box autoexpand_mode comment_form_127920737253110" id="commentable_item_1593522688_127920737253110" method="POST" name="add_comment"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" ajaxify="1" class="commentable_item one_row_add_box autoexpand_mode comment_form_127920737253110" id="commentable_item_1593522688_127920737253110" method="POST" name="add_comment"&gt;So, you see, I'm taking slow steps to getting back in shape. I hope I  get to sustain this to achieve yet another dream of going back to my  pre-pregnancy body. &lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TIEzxmmlo6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7NCKQtFc7Ew/s1600/mhalou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TIEzxmmlo6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7NCKQtFc7Ew/s320/mhalou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" ajaxify="1" class="commentable_item one_row_add_box autoexpand_mode comment_form_127920737253110" id="commentable_item_1593522688_127920737253110" method="POST" name="add_comment"&gt;&lt;/form&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/8171355649644091824-5957752280798520761?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5957752280798520761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/chasing-dreams-body-to-die-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5957752280798520761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5957752280798520761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/chasing-dreams-body-to-die-for.html' title='Chasing Dreams: A Body to Die For'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TIEzxmmlo6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7NCKQtFc7Ew/s72-c/mhalou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3386058271374947046</id><published>2010-08-09T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:37:10.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams: Photography</title><content type='html'>I got interested in photography when I joined a photo club way back college. It was made more intense when I took photojournalism class which was part of the Mass Comm curriculum back then. I learned about aperture and iso and shutter speed and how to compose a photograph. I always grab every opportunity to join photo-shoots outside the school. One day, Sir Bien Fernandez, our photography teacher and mentor, invited us to join a group of photographers for a photo-shoot in &lt;place st="on"&gt;&lt;placename st="on"&gt;Camotes&lt;/placename&gt; &lt;placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/placetype&gt;&lt;/place&gt;. I was around artists, &lt;i&gt;the best wedding and fashion photographers&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/place&gt;. Armed with my instamatic camera and a manual SLR, I tried my hands on this hobby. However, it was a very expensive hobby and I felt that I cannot afford to spend for the films, prints, filters and the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMarife%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, with the onset of digital photography, I am more in-love with this ART. I get inspiration from photo-bloggers who capture life’s best photographs and I keep on dreaming and wishing that someday I will be like them. At the moment, my idols are &lt;a href="http://www.pinkletoes.com/"&gt;http://www.pinkletoes.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.aileensiroy.com/"&gt;http://www.aileensiroy.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They’re living the life I so wanted --- one who captures life’s precious moments and nature’s best behind the lens. Everyday I drool over their photographs as well as their gadgets. Someday, I will lay my hands on this baby…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond90/" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503591530266060994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TGCvVmZbaMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/L9u0WuBBrCs/s400/nikon-possible-d90.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMarife%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for now, I am contented to capture whatever life has to offer using my point and shoot camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3386058271374947046?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3386058271374947046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/chasing-dreams-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3386058271374947046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3386058271374947046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/chasing-dreams-photography.html' title='Chasing Dreams: Photography'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TGCvVmZbaMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/L9u0WuBBrCs/s72-c/nikon-possible-d90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7426730369621624953</id><published>2010-08-09T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:40:58.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamer'/><title type='text'>Chasing My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I call this "Chasing My Dreams" series. This will be a series of blog posts which will have my hopes and dreams in life. Thought about this because I heard somewhere that when you shout your dreams to the universe, the universe will listen, it will conspire. So, I'm giving this a shot coz who knows, while I'm chasing my dreams, my dreams are just right behind me and it's the one that's chasing me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Lenon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8171355649644091824-7426730369621624953?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7426730369621624953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/chasing-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7426730369621624953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7426730369621624953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/chasing-my-dreams.html' title='Chasing My Dreams'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5642866326927301500</id><published>2010-08-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:26:47.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Eight Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hard to believe but Earl and I have been married for eight years. It's been eight years of not-so-pure bliss. We had lunch together today (which is really a rare occasion) over chinese lumpia and mineral water while sitting on plastic chairs at an uptown supermarket --- ain't that sweet? We don't really make a big fuzz over milestones. Well, I do but he doesn't so I let that quote up there work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, that quote really struck me hard as it is a reflection of what my marriage has been for the past eight years. We do our share in making this marriage work but it's not always equal. It's either I give more and receive less or the other way around --- which I believe is really healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, today I wanted to thank my husband for being awesome in so many ways. The past eight years has been difficult yet we were able to pull it through. I look forward to more years, more adventures, more love, more respect of each other's differences, more dreams to chase, more dreams coming true, seeing our children grow and spending the rest of our lives together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is still one long journey ahead but as long as we have each other, it will be worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-5642866326927301500?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5642866326927301500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/eight-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5642866326927301500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5642866326927301500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/eight-years.html' title='Eight Years'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2098321785095859930</id><published>2010-07-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:48:32.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Blogging from my new HP Mini</title><content type='html'>...because owning a netbook for the first time deserves a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Presenting my new HP Mini pink chic... well, I'm not one who attaches names to their gadgets so this baby got no name.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TFCti7ZJicI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lmAOwlC1W8g/s1600/hp+mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499085960589707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TFCti7ZJicI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lmAOwlC1W8g/s400/hp+mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been wanting to have one since time immemorial but due to other priorities I just set this dream aside. I was just contented to check my facebook and do some blogging through internet shops and borrowing my sister's laptop. Yeah, such a shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been with me for almost a week now and so far, I have been enjoying it pretty much. What I love about this is the size --- it's so small and ultra-portable that I can just stuff it inside my bag without giving hints to snatchers that I'm bringing one. And I so love the sassy design and pink color. It's so kikay --- although I'm not kikay myself but it still suits me nevertheless. I've been challenging (more like a dare) the hubby to bring it with him to coffee shops and flaunt it---  to see if he gets those "you're so gay" looks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my blogging journey continues and of course, some facebook-ing and a little online business on the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2098321785095859930?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2098321785095859930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-from-my-new-hp-mini.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2098321785095859930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2098321785095859930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-from-my-new-hp-mini.html' title='Blogging from my new HP Mini'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TFCti7ZJicI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lmAOwlC1W8g/s72-c/hp+mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4540881472347009129</id><published>2010-07-19T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:36:32.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Another Baby in the Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TET_LETLZZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kPiAJAKt4cs/s1600/sotrk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798010896672146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TET_LETLZZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kPiAJAKt4cs/s400/sotrk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No, it isn't me, silly... not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently discovered that my younger sister A is pregnant and that she’s been keeping it from us for 7 months now. At first, I was fuming mad and I felt betrayed. How could she keep it from us all these time? What made it worst is the fact that we didn’t even get to meet the father --- hell, we didn’t even know she has a boyfriend. But then, after finally seeing her two days ago, what I felt was more on empathy. I was once like her --- I got pregnant at the same age as her and I was keeping it a secret not until after I walked down the aisle. I could just imagine the burden of hiding your bulging tummy and the different emotions and discomforts that goes with the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hard time telling our parents especially our father. But then, we cannot just hide it from them. They need to know. We were able to blurt it out to Mama first and it wasn’t easy. She didn’t cry but I can see that she’s hurting. We gave her the burden of telling Papa. I wasn’t there when they told Papa and Magee just informed me that Papa cried really hard. Sister A has always been Papa’s favorite, his pride and I know it will break his heart learning about her predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, there’s nothing we can do but to embrace and support my sister in any way we can. After all, that’s what family is all abou&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Photo Courtesy: www.istockphoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4540881472347009129?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4540881472347009129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-baby-in-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4540881472347009129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4540881472347009129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-baby-in-family.html' title='Another Baby in the Family...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/TET_LETLZZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kPiAJAKt4cs/s72-c/sotrk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1863538414373884794</id><published>2010-06-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:52:23.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Big School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Alex,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, you started big school. I tried to hide my paranoia by putting up a happy face. Truth be told, I was scared of letting go of your hand as you face big school. It's a whole new world for you --- new classmates, new teachers, new environment. It was not so long ago when you entered Nursery and Kindergarten and you never have those separation anxieties. You were a brave girl and you've even made me proud in many, many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know for the past days, you have been very excited for this milestone in your life checking on your stuff from time to time and grinning from ear to ear whenever I ask you if you're excited for school. And for the past days, I also tried to recall what it was like during my first day in school way back. But my memory fails me as it was so long ago and things have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, things have changed a lot these days. And I want you to be ready for whatever big school has to offer. Be ready to embrace every lesson as you go along... some may be fun and some painful. Rest assured, Daddy and Mommy will always be there to support you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some thoughts for you to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always do good in your studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be nice to everyone. Be a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But choose your friends wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Show respect to your teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you, anak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1863538414373884794?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1863538414373884794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1863538414373884794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1863538414373884794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-school.html' title='Big School'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2617767042045970437</id><published>2010-05-10T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:14:40.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>G1bo is the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While the rest of the Filipino nation is queuing up at the precint polls today, I'm stuck in the office to work. As always, the company (being an American firm) doesn't observe Philippine holidays but then again, the reason why I'm in the office is because I cannot cast my vote. I miss one election then on the succeeding election, my name is no longer in the precint where I was suppose to vote. And I didn't get to register again when we moved to Lapulapu City. Shame on me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, this didn't stop me from supporting one presidential candidate whom I think deserves every Filipinos vote. Weeks before the election, I have been campaigning for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gibo.ph/"&gt;Gilbert Teodoro Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through Facebook. Why him? I say, why not him? A lot of reasons actually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been following some of the debates sponsored by some television networks and I have seen how Mr. Teodoro answers the questions compared to other candidates. He is the total package of what the president of this country should be --- intelligent, clean and God-fearing, notwithstanding his track record in the government. I think, it has been forwarded and reforwarded in FB, blogs, emails, twitter the reasons why G1bo is the man for the highest position in this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me quote &lt;a href="http://daphneosena.livejournal.com/164086.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daphne Oseña&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;as she said in her blog &lt;em&gt;"I'm not choosing the lesser evil. I am choosing the best person for the job at this point."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope and pray everyone makes the right choice today --- a choice that is not be based on personality and mudsliding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469540247256848802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S-e14EJyWaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KdLECn2dXWk/s400/hello+mr+president.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello Mr. President&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2617767042045970437?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2617767042045970437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/g1bo-is-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2617767042045970437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2617767042045970437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/g1bo-is-man.html' title='G1bo is the man'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S-e14EJyWaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KdLECn2dXWk/s72-c/hello+mr+president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3605505886610718931</id><published>2010-04-09T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T04:24:22.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Missing Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S78N-7vpIVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ubNjsTAe9r4/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458096648236900690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S78N-7vpIVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ubNjsTAe9r4/s400/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The house is strangely quiet. No laughing and screaming. No banging of doors. No heavy footsteps on the stairs. No singing with the music on the radio. No deafening sound of cartoon characters from TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything's in proper order. No toys scattered on the floor. No shredded papers filled with drawings. No crayons strewn on the study table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bed is oddly dry in the morning with nary a stench of a child's pee. I couldn't describe waking up in the morning without Alex bursting into our bedroom still with that sleepy look and squeezing her little body to cuddle up in bed with me, hubby and her little sister. When Zabbie came, she's sleeping with my sister in the other room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day without her is completely depressing. I miss her. I miss kissing her goodnight and good morning. I miss her hugs and kisses. I miss her "I love you" in the morning and before I go to work. I miss her "thank you" every time I bring something from work. And despite the comfort of stillness, I still long for that little but lovely chaos to keep my sanity in-tacked and always, always made me special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After our vacation in CDO, Alex decided to stay behind to be with her favorite playmate/uncle (who happens to be of the same age with her) - Brandon. While Zabbie is there to keep me and the husband entertained, it's still different when Alex is around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being away from us for the first time is something that I never really imagined. If I were to decide, I don't want her to stay behind but she insisted on staying. She must've felt the emptiness two days after we left when hubby's father called saying that Alex wanted to go home already. Now, our dilemma is who is going to pick her up since hubby cancels his trip back to CDO this weekend. But I know Alex so well and I know she'll survive this ordeal of being away from her parents. She's one tough cookie to crumble but I know, she's also a softie and easily weeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's sorely missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3605505886610718931?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3605505886610718931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-alex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3605505886610718931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3605505886610718931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-alex.html' title='Missing Alex'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S78N-7vpIVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ubNjsTAe9r4/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3878988513454436695</id><published>2010-03-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:00:09.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>One Proudest Mommy Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it comes to parenting, I'm not really the hands-on type. I am a working mom and sometimes work gets in the way and you leave it all to the yaya to do some of the roles that a mom should portray --- like for instance, being the tutor. Yep, I'm guilty as charged when it comes to  assisting Alex review her lessons and study for an exam. I'm just happy to have a yaya is also smart enough to teach Alex although I am a bit worried especially when it comes to pronunciations and some things that the yaya may not be knowledgeable about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got the biggest surprise of my life yesterday when my daughter Alex received 3 medals and another recognition during their graduation and recognition rites. She got the Silver Medal for Academic Excellence, Best in Logic and Best in Reading. On top of these 3 medals, she also received a certificate of recognition for being a Remarkable Reader. It was one proudest mommy moment indeed! However, I was disappointed because the husband wasn't there to witness the moment...talk about the right timing of going out of town (work calls!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the graduation rites...these schools really have a way of making us parents proud and sometimes lead us to tears because of overflowing happiness. I almost cried when the graduates sang Nikki Gil's song "Glowing Inside"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;Because you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;You cast my fears away&lt;br /&gt;You wipe those tears&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the glow&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the joy&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing, glowing insideWith your love shining through&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing inside because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The graduates also presented a dance tribute to their parents and it's such an amazing feeling seeing your daughter on stage oozing with confidence. Alex has always been a performer and every time she's on stage, she never fails to surprise me and make me proud. I just wish that she'll continue to have that passion for her studies and at the same time maintain a sense of balance by cultivating her creative side. If I may say, the genes may have contributed to the talent and intelligence but it's all up to Alex to really strengthen and utilize what she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months, she will be BIG school and I know it will be a new horizon for her, a new journey, a new environment but as her parents we will always be there to support her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b4srpspGI/AAAAAAAAANk/oNRvTvTPFk8/s1600-h/alex+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b4srpspGI/AAAAAAAAANk/oNRvTvTPFk8/s400/alex+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451317845494113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b2GpXXDDI/AAAAAAAAANU/kAtvUiJSmJo/s1600-h/IMG_7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b2GpXXDDI/AAAAAAAAANU/kAtvUiJSmJo/s400/IMG_7029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451314993022045234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b2QDcMQQI/AAAAAAAAANc/YtFarUg2xkA/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b2QDcMQQI/AAAAAAAAANc/YtFarUg2xkA/s400/alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451315154640453890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b1zD5i5EI/AAAAAAAAANM/cR3j4EQdYSQ/s1600-h/IMG_6972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b1zD5i5EI/AAAAAAAAANM/cR3j4EQdYSQ/s400/IMG_6972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451314656547365954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b49V3Zq5I/AAAAAAAAANs/N_nb6oL2ODc/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b49V3Zq5I/AAAAAAAAANs/N_nb6oL2ODc/s400/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451318131703786386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/album.php?aid=43213&amp;amp;id=1648037673&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&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/8171355649644091824-3878988513454436695?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3878988513454436695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-proudest-mommy-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3878988513454436695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3878988513454436695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-proudest-mommy-moment.html' title='One Proudest Mommy Moment'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S6b4srpspGI/AAAAAAAAANk/oNRvTvTPFk8/s72-c/alex+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6029404117390759475</id><published>2010-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:21:51.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><title type='text'>IT Park Here We Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; This will be the third time that our company will be moving to another facility. The third time to move people and stuff around. The third time for some major adjustments. We're not so very lucky with the choices of our office locations. First was in Mango Square... it was a very controversial place that landed in the pages of local dailies. Second was in Lagon Technopark... the building we're in is lovely with zen inspired architecture but as they say, you cannot judge the book by it's cover. The place is hopeless and we're faced with facility problems left and right not to mention the flooding inside the office. But that's not the only reason why we're moving. The place also can no longer accommodate our increasing population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're off to Asiatown IT Park where most BPO's are located. We'll be occupying the 6th floor of TGU Towers - one of the newly-constructed high rise buildings in Asiatown. I'm really hoping that this will be our last stop. Moving around is stressful especially for the support group --- not much though for some departments who are less likely to experience what it's like to move stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I don't really like the thought of moving. IT Park is way too far from where I live and transportation cost will be eating much of my salary. And the food there is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Truth is, I'm really gonna miss Lagon Technopark --- we've had some fond memories of the place you know. And these pictures will show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438440908864428882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k5MUjRG1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rh55vXX-Fro/s400/mhalou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438441677475508194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k55D2bb-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/L6R6_5uVUB4/s400/_MG_5369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438443199195178530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k7Rosq5iI/AAAAAAAAANE/yx4tDUCDIug/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438439882421066466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k4QkwGWuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vWCli_aAgb8/s400/blueblade3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438439525802387682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k370PlKOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VgT5A94prZc/s400/blueblade1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, IT Park here come...&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/8171355649644091824-6029404117390759475?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6029404117390759475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-park-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6029404117390759475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6029404117390759475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-park-here-we-come.html' title='IT Park Here We Come...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S3k5MUjRG1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rh55vXX-Fro/s72-c/mhalou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7739707118553987668</id><published>2010-01-31T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:15:03.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>My 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby promised to treat me to Side A/Freestyle/Juris concert on my birthday but didn't set my expectations that high. I mean, he's someone who doesn't give a fuzz about birthdays and I'm getting used to it. But he was such a darling and he was being true to his promise. So, after my coffee with my favorite PAS girls, we head off to Waterfront to watch this birthday wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZhyH596rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ihDT8C1CZms/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZhyH596rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ihDT8C1CZms/s400/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137514212616882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prior to the concert with my favorite PAS girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZcBqyc9CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bbI5VMFI9zo/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZcBqyc9CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bbI5VMFI9zo/s400/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433131184204608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks dad --- you're the best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZcWGvR0KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TBG5FdAOmt0/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZcWGvR0KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TBG5FdAOmt0/s400/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433131535304872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with hubby's cousin, Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though my feet hurts, I was standing the whole 2 and a half hour concert. Side A and Freestyle brought the house down with their renditions of some classic ballads and of course their original songs which made the audience sing along. Juris Fernandez, yep that MYMP vocalist, who by the ways is going solo, was also a welcome treat singing songs from her new album including the remake and ost of the movie (of the same title) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKfjRN9zlRc"&gt;"I Love You Goodbye"&lt;/a&gt;. Hats off to these musicians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then capping the night off, we head off to FORMO with Ms. Joy and her hubby, Dennis. I didn't get to finish my beer --- I don't want to get another hangover (I just had one last weekend still at Formo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZhNYiOQVI/AAAAAAAAAME/UBz_gNZb4aM/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZhNYiOQVI/AAAAAAAAAME/UBz_gNZb4aM/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136883021267282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partying with Ms. Joy @ Formo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best birthday celebrations ever. I had a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that made it really complete is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2Zi_x410iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-v7xosvShog/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2Zi_x410iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-v7xosvShog/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138848332108322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little note from my little girl, Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-7739707118553987668?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7739707118553987668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-31st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7739707118553987668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7739707118553987668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-31st.html' title='My 31st'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2ZhyH596rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ihDT8C1CZms/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1011973988829608537</id><published>2010-01-27T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:04:41.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Thirty One</title><content type='html'>In a matter of days, I will be turning thirty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm almost off the calendar, I know. But who cares about numbers. They don't really matter that much nowadays. There's no point dwelling and stressing over age and numbers. Life offers more than that like family, friends and moments spent with them. Looking back at those 31 years of my life, I wasted so much of it complaining, expecting, hurting, hating and comparing my life with others. And for the most part, I was never happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to change that. I wanted to BE HAPPY...FEEL HAPPY...EAT HAPPY...SLEEP HAPPY...BREATHE HAPPY. It takes a lot of strength though because there are days when life really, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring on the HAPPINESS starting TODAY and ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431356911876097346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2AOVbS8xUI/AAAAAAAAALs/5cwgmPhRBxE/s400/baby3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's me and my little sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettymagee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; circa 1984 during one of our birthday celebs (her birthday is on Feb. 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1011973988829608537?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1011973988829608537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/thirty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1011973988829608537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1011973988829608537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/thirty-one.html' title='Thirty One'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S2AOVbS8xUI/AAAAAAAAALs/5cwgmPhRBxE/s72-c/baby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4696554341444175273</id><published>2010-01-18T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:57:27.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Sinulog 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My entire body was achingly sore with the endless walking marathon and squeezing our bodies in what seemed like human sardines during last Sunday's Sinulog festivities. When I saw the sun shone brightly in the middle of the morning, I decided to just go ahead with the plan. Alex was overly excited waking up as early as 7am. Armed with my Sinulog gear (food, shades and headgear), we braved the crowd and head-off to our usual "place" in Mango Square. My sisters and some of their friends joined us so it was total fun. We have to take turns in carrying Zabbie who was oblivious of what's happening around her surroundings. She was grabbing people's hats, playing peek-a-boo with a stranger and often raises her arms when the drum beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also got ourselves a temporary ink (henna tat) just so we could get some roof when the rain started to pour in - nice move, really. A few stars and politicians showed up - well, I just saw three or four, to our yaya's disappointment haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a fun Sinulog (always been fun) and I daresay that next year, we'll still be on the streets to join the excitement. Who knows, we might be joining the photo-contest too...but we have to buy some kick-ass DSLR first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a photo overload of what our Sinulog 2010 has been... (apologies for the crappy pics -- we didn't get a good view of the parade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fcv9h6WeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jna7HCBLjmA/s1600-h/Picture+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fcv9h6WeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jna7HCBLjmA/s400/Picture+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429050592347183586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken after the solemn procession last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1feHUh8JaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dNxlOjpS1D8/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1feHUh8JaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dNxlOjpS1D8/s400/Picture+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429052093169935778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alex and my sister Ann...getting ready to conquer the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1ffSkBNStI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3m5f2Nb5wok/s1600-h/Picture+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1ffSkBNStI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3m5f2Nb5wok/s400/Picture+299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429053385817803474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our Zabbie is also ready for the heat. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fhPFsdaWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hgooArk1Yos/s1600-h/Picture+309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fhPFsdaWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hgooArk1Yos/s400/Picture+309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429055525161363810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot the name of this contingent hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fjGLtb5II/AAAAAAAAALE/_2frSK1qWtA/s1600-h/Picture+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fjGLtb5II/AAAAAAAAALE/_2frSK1qWtA/s400/Picture+358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429057571180504194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's Matt Evans waving at US err the crowd diay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fm_oyi-VI/AAAAAAAAALU/cCgdUQRbDA4/s1600-h/Picture+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fm_oyi-VI/AAAAAAAAALU/cCgdUQRbDA4/s400/Picture+457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429061856773994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my sissies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fp7rxb_WI/AAAAAAAAALc/6WJDiMLGhag/s1600-h/Picture+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fp7rxb_WI/AAAAAAAAALc/6WJDiMLGhag/s400/Picture+430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429065087390055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this will be as far as I can go when it comes to skin art but still thinking of getting a real tat soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fsbD7iDII/AAAAAAAAALk/1tn42tgXIA0/s1600-h/Picture+466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fsbD7iDII/AAAAAAAAALk/1tn42tgXIA0/s400/Picture+466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429067825474047106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4696554341444175273?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4696554341444175273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/sinulog-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4696554341444175273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4696554341444175273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/sinulog-2010.html' title='Sinulog 2010'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1fcv9h6WeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jna7HCBLjmA/s72-c/Picture+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3918045039987343618</id><published>2010-01-15T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:27:53.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Heating Up Sinulog 2010</title><content type='html'>It's raining. It's pouring. &lt;em&gt;(quite ironic with my title noh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While the Sinulog fever is heating up around the metropolis with parties left and right, the weather doesn't seem to cooperate. It's been raining the past days and and I dreaded the shower come Sinulog Grand Parade on Sunday. My sisters and I are planning to be on the streets to join the merrymaking and witness the parade of colors. We'll be bringing Alex &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(who has been bugging me nonstop that she has to see the parade this year since she missed it last year when I gave birth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my new one-year old Zabbie. However, if the weather persists to be like this til Sunday, we have no choice but to stay under the roof = home. It's also Granny's birthday celebration (hubby's grandfather) this Sunday so we might decide to be in his house early considering the traffic during that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has always been like this during Sinulog but the rain will never dampen the festive spirit of the Cebuanos and even the tourists and visitors...all for the love of the &lt;strong&gt;Blessed Señor Sto. Niño&lt;/strong&gt;. I will also be joining the solemn procession tomorrow with my sisters after two years of being absent. I will be walking the mile come rain or shine as my thanksgiving to the Blessed Child for all the blessings we have received all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A glimpse of our &lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/01/sinulog-2008-colors-of-festival.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinulog 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... expect an overload of photos this year. Here's hoping for the sun to shine on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426925263019584402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1BPxgzgK5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TiD5INB2Z3Q/s400/sinulog.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426925357678070290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1BP3Bb2ChI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9CCE6q7XNZg/s400/sinulog2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3918045039987343618?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3918045039987343618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/heating-up-sinulog-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3918045039987343618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3918045039987343618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/heating-up-sinulog-2010.html' title='Heating Up Sinulog 2010'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S1BPxgzgK5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TiD5INB2Z3Q/s72-c/sinulog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-6181307296520865065</id><published>2010-01-07T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:18:09.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>A Birthday Note</title><content type='html'>Dear Alex and Zabbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S0WllfApUSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fC_kCEWsG3Y/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S0WllfApUSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fC_kCEWsG3Y/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423923389635580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TODAY, both of you are turning a year older. Isn’t it amazing how you celebrate your birthdays on the same day? It’s a one in a million phenomenon for siblings who are exactly six year apart to share the same birth date. No words could ever describe how happy and grateful I am to have you in my life. I’m sure your daddy is also happy just having two beautiful creatures to amuse him every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to wish you the moon and the stars but that’s quite impossible. I have simple wishes for you though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that you may always be in the pink of health and that we zero-in our      trips to the ER or to the pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that your days may be filled with so much fun and laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that you may be surrounded by friends who are willing to pick up your fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that you may continue to create and chase your childhood dreams no matter, even if you’re old and gray (just like in the movie “UP”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that you may continue to protect each other, be the best of friends, hold each other’s hand, share each other’s dreams and secrets and always love, love, love each other despite the gap, the differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    • that you may grow up to be sweet, respectful, caring and ambitious girls, ladies and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad and I may not be able to provide you with everything but we’ll try with our might to offer what’s BEST for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday My Angels!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-6181307296520865065?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6181307296520865065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-alex-and-zabbie-today-both-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6181307296520865065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/6181307296520865065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-alex-and-zabbie-today-both-of-you.html' title='A Birthday Note'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/S0WllfApUSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fC_kCEWsG3Y/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1237897878256112270</id><published>2009-12-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:10:19.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>The Annual Yearend Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, it has become like an annual tradition for me to make my yearend post. It's more like a yearend gratitude post and my hopes for the coming year. In 2008, I was huffing and puffing my way through pregnancy and was about to pop during the last month of the year. Then early this year, we had one addition to the family and we call her Izabella, Zabbie, Zaab, Zabitoy or Baby LoveLove. To say that she's a ray of sunshine is an understatement. She's such a PRECIOUS GIFT from up above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going back to my yearend post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2009 will always be one of those years that will be remembered the most. It is my favorite year - I turned 30 - a bit wiser, tougher and perhaps bolder in facing life's surprises. Despite the financial difficulties my family faced this year and my going through the slice of the knife (C-section), I glowed in the love of my husband, my children, my parents, my siblings and my friends. I gained new friends this year and hope to nurture the friendship in the years to come. I may have the BEST and the WORST of the year but I still feel lucky to receive such wonderful blessings in various shapes and sizes. Amidst all the UGLY things that happened in the world, in the country and around us, we have every reason to be thankful that we survived the year and that we continue to to hope for nothing but the best in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My family will continue to journey towards another year, another shot at life, another chance to improve and we continue to bring with us a bagful of hope, love and prayer in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1237897878256112270?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1237897878256112270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/annual-yearend-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1237897878256112270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1237897878256112270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/annual-yearend-post.html' title='The Annual Yearend Post'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5622401065160604814</id><published>2009-12-22T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:58:04.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate coming up with a Christmas Wishlist most especially now that the world is in an economic meltdown with more people getting poorer than richer. Having a wishlist makes me frustrated as well coz more often it's always impossible to get the items on my list. But then, it's fun having a wishlist too. It's like chasing an elusive dream and the feeling is indescribable once you get to grasp that dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my wishlist this Christmas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014994164474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SzCn7mrp4qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ppCnCyBTi_4/s400/dell-inspiron-mini-10-netbook-1-pink.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo swiped from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itechnews.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.itechnews.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Netbook (Dell Mini or HP Mini in Pink) - When hubby brought our PC to his new office, I was dying to get myself a netbook for my blogging, facebook, PAS correspondence and all. I intend to get this in January but changed my mind just last night when hubby made me choose which is important: netbook or tiled floor? Duh, can I have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Videoke/Karaoke or Magic Sing &lt;/s&gt;- This is off my list as we finally have our &lt;s&gt;cheap &lt;/s&gt;kick-ass&lt;br /&gt;videoke/midi dvd player with 38,000 songs. It's not a magic sing though but it's good enough to put into practice our vocal chords.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Rice Cooker - Our two rice cookers just died on us before we moved to our new home last year and we never get the chance to replace them. We've been cooking rice in an ordinary cooking pot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. A &lt;s&gt;new &lt;/s&gt;and rebonded hairdo - Well, I'm now sporting a new hairstyle with side-swept bangs to boot but it's not rebonded. Hubby gave a budget for rebond but I decided to use the money for a noble cause like zabbie's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016289965454530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SzCpHB6rtMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pHXXwyuTEhc/s400/flats.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo swiped from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharplily.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.sharplily.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Ballet Flats in silver, &lt;s&gt;gold&lt;/s&gt; and black - Aside from it being comfy, it is also cute to look at. I also feel like a school girl again wearing them. I wanted to have them in three colors but I only got one so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So sorry for the short list - I'm low maintenance like that. It still boils down to being contented with what I have. I am happy with what I have and I rarely want anything these days except for an ukay shopping spree. Oooppps, I'll take back my word. But really, I have priorities and one of them is my children's needs. Whatever gifts I receive this Chrismas, I will remain grateful and pleased. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-5622401065160604814?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5622401065160604814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5622401065160604814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5622401065160604814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SzCn7mrp4qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ppCnCyBTi_4/s72-c/dell-inspiron-mini-10-netbook-1-pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-848116896758841467</id><published>2009-12-15T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:59:12.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><title type='text'>IRIE - A Party in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The company party last Saturday was a huge success. That coming from our GM himself. Despite some minor glitches with the transportation, we were still able to gather quite a great deal of people in attendance. Our venue was superb - totally matched our theme which is carribean. The camwhoring was endless as we have in-house amateur and professional photogs. I didn't even take that much picture using my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below pictures are courtesy of our colleague, Gerry Bates. I can't help but post them here...his pictures are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491550813064818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Syew33pXjnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BJTQKXD573Y/s400/DSC_3356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491380396244642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Syewt8y1PqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_FLY8Zm9k1M/s400/DSC_5567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491177318761282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SyewiIRYw0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TKmY0h_iVDw/s400/DSC_5533.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491734215689106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SyexCi39g5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ix7T4BC0_Os/s400/DSC_5617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute the committee for doing another good job. But wait, I am part of the committee! Well, it's always been wonderful working with the same people who actually has the same creative juices like you do. Hats off...till next year, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-848116896758841467?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/848116896758841467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/irie-party-in-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/848116896758841467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/848116896758841467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/irie-party-in-paradise.html' title='IRIE - A Party in Paradise'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Syew33pXjnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BJTQKXD573Y/s72-c/DSC_3356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1976633365543459818</id><published>2009-12-06T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:56:53.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>2009 Christmas Party with ex-GS family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know my posts are a bit scattered --- guess with too much things going on in your head, one gets to be disoriented. This post was supposed to go first before the previous one but then I was overly excited about cowgirls and boots and all those Western brouhahaha...see I'm digressing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, back to this post... I had a blast last Friday with my ex-GS family at Mactan Isla Resort Hotel. It was also Herbelle's birthday so it was a double celebration. Although we miss some personalities during this night, we had fun taking pictures of ourselves around this resort. We also had our "white elephant" exchanging gifts. I don't know why they call it as such. I received the biggest gift courtesy of JPL. The gift was filled with old and new stuff (our theme) mostly kitchen and housewares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...let the photos speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxSGUNp16I/AAAAAAAAAJU/S97BeZpktZQ/s1600-h/IMG_5990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxSGUNp16I/AAAAAAAAAJU/S97BeZpktZQ/s400/IMG_5990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412291120651163554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls camwhoring to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxNSiSre2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/g51PNHuXMic/s1600-h/IMG_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxNSiSre2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/g51PNHuXMic/s400/IMG_5984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412285833030630242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the reception area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxPs-xH0GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pjAuPxC13eo/s1600-h/IMG_5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxPs-xH0GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pjAuPxC13eo/s400/IMG_5981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412288486374363234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting cozy with this super cozy chair...i wanted to bring it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxOJlwYVtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4uA0OMeDPPQ/s1600-h/IMG_5985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxOJlwYVtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4uA0OMeDPPQ/s400/IMG_5985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412286778853316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in attendance&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/8171355649644091824-1976633365543459818?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1976633365543459818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-christmas-party-with-ex-gs-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1976633365543459818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1976633365543459818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-christmas-party-with-ex-gs-family.html' title='2009 Christmas Party with ex-GS family...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxSGUNp16I/AAAAAAAAAJU/S97BeZpktZQ/s72-c/IMG_5990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1262529041531372226</id><published>2009-12-06T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:17:13.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>These  boots are made for walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday was our PAS Christmas Party cum Induction of 2010 Officers and New Members. The theme for the night was go Western in fashion and with passion. I'm not sure of the latter but with "fashion"...hell yeah! It's cool seeing people donning in their cowgirl and Indian (only one though) get-up with matching boots and all those Western set-up courtesy of Marco Polo Plaza Hotel. Here's sharing some random pictures of that fun-filled night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxDAUE3wgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/We8f59n-8Pc/s1600-h/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxDAUE3wgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/We8f59n-8Pc/s400/IMG_4020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412274524860695042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's me trying to ride the wooden horse hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxESFxW9dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S319FKJX2ws/s1600-h/IMG_4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxESFxW9dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S319FKJX2ws/s400/IMG_4052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412275929770030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with gorgeous cowgirls in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxDn1-ChMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tFI51t9e8qM/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxDn1-ChMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tFI51t9e8qM/s400/IMG_4025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412275203973743810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these boots are made for walking and flaunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxIQA2IQYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bUHE6WQoFY0/s1600-h/IMG_6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxIQA2IQYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bUHE6WQoFY0/s400/IMG_6164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412280292134633858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite photo of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;more photo overload in my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.facebook.com/momgoddess?cropsuccess#/album.php?aid=33249&amp;amp;id=1648037673"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8171355649644091824-1262529041531372226?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1262529041531372226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1262529041531372226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1262529041531372226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These  boots are made for walking...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SxxDAUE3wgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/We8f59n-8Pc/s72-c/IMG_4020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-134615343546243980</id><published>2009-12-03T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T04:02:07.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><title type='text'>Let’s get these parties started…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unconsciously, I started singing to the tune of &lt;strong&gt;“deck the halls of boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la la la”&lt;/strong&gt; off-key as I decorate my little tree at home. Undeniably, the busiest season of the year is here once again to invade our wallets and bank accounts. I started to do some little shopping and gasp in disbelief how my little shopping turned to a big spree. So, I promised myself to limit my gift-giving this year to just family and closest friends. Swear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I won’t limit myself to party, party and more party. I have two parties to attend to over the weekend. One is the annual gathering of XGothongians – the Magdalo Group. This will be held at Mactan Isla Resort courtesy of Herbelle. After work, I have to rush to A. S. Fortuna where Anabelle will pick me up on the way to the resort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday is also the Christmas Party, Awards Night and Induction of New Officers of the Philippine Association of Secretaries and Admin Professionals. The party’s theme is Western so I will be donning my cowboy attire which I have been overly stressing about the past days. I will also take my oath as Vice President – Elect for 2010. Definitely, 2010 will be a busy year for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is the company Christmas Party at Maribago Bluewaters. I am grateful that I’m simply part of the core committee and no longer spearheading the event this year. I took care of the venue which I’m glad was already settled as early as October. I learned my lesson well last year when almost all good venues were already booked as early as September. We’re having a Carribean theme this year and I haven’t had the slightest idea what to wear. Well, I have my Sunday to search through heaps of clothes at Ukay-ukay stores. Sssshhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more parties that I will be attending in the coming weeks prior to Christmas Day and I am sure that the holiday binge will be up to a maximum level. And I can see myself ballooning before we hit the new year. Teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to these parties will follow… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-134615343546243980?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/134615343546243980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-get-these-parties-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/134615343546243980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/134615343546243980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-get-these-parties-started.html' title='Let’s get these parties started…'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2329782851552633440</id><published>2009-11-21T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:12:26.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><title type='text'>Has it been 5 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cnetopia%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&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:applybreakingrules/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&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;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cordia New"; 	panose-1:2 11 3 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:16777219 0 0 0 65537 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Cordia New"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US; 	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&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-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;…Coz it seems like yesterday when I left my post as HR practitioner in a logistics company to join this publishing company as executive assistant. This job has evolved from merely sitting at the reception area taking calls and be boss around by most people to more rewarding tasks like working on visas, travel arrangements, events management, corporate stuff and fixing toilets and aircon. Well, the last one wouldn’t count as rewarding don’t you think? Kidding aside, it wasn’t an easy ride coz being part of the so-called “pioneers”, you get all the sh*t and shock. Not to mention all the transition from one facility and management to another. I had my share of heartbreaking, nerve-wracking moments too having to deal with grumpy expat bosses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But beyond being paid really well (the highest in the industry), working with amazing people is a perk I wouldn’t trade for anything else. The unconventional flexi work schedule is also an advantage coz I get to bond with my daughters and the hubby more often and much longer. I don’t want to sugarcoat it or anything but as in any company, this company also has its share of issues and difficult people to deal with. You have to be strong to stomach office politics and you have to be aware of your responsibilities to stand up to power-tripping expats who creates a big deal out of petty office cleanliness issues. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a nutshell, the past five years still has been wonderful in many ways for I would never last this long if not for the people, the learning experience and the work coupled with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, let's take a look back at the 5 years that was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;* My One Year Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties-galore.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;* Christmas Party 2008 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties-galore.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-yet-another-party.html"&gt;* Christmas Party 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-halloween.html"&gt;* Halloween 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html"&gt;* Halloween 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-2006.html"&gt;* Halloween 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/10/oooppps-i-did-it-again.html"&gt;* Drama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties-galore.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/03/tough-times.html"&gt;* More Drama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-dress-code.html"&gt;* Pet peeves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitching-is-actually-not-my-game.html"&gt;* More pet peeves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2007/03/uptown-girl-no-more.html"&gt;* Goodbyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties-galore.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitching-is-actually-not-my-game.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-goodbyes.html"&gt;* More goodbyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2007/12/marketing-christmas-party.html"&gt;* FUN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties-galore.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2007/08/trees-for-life.html"&gt;* Lotsa FUN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's more to come, I tell you. Here's to my 5 years with XL!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2329782851552633440?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2329782851552633440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-it-been-5-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2329782851552633440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2329782851552633440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-it-been-5-years.html' title='Has it been 5 years?'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5843403728397338004</id><published>2009-10-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:08:48.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><title type='text'>Another Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always look forward to halloween to the extent of feeling overly stressed on what costume to wear. I would always want to look different not necessary creepy or disgusting. This year, I decided to be a mutilated head - blame it on IT Infra's styro lying around the office. It's actually one of my dream halloween costumes. My pictures really scared the hell out me... I didn't want to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvWYWAv5eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YSrg2fG6dl0/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvWYWAv5eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YSrg2fG6dl0/s400/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398644292047594978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess, being Lady Gaga is way better than being an "ulong pugot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvY2uV99EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uGSct72ng0U/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvY2uV99EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uGSct72ng0U/s400/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398647012998378562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, not really... just a fat version of Ms. Poker Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photo overload below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvZx6fH0UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iF4VBDejti0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvZx6fH0UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iF4VBDejti0/s400/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398648029870281026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Suva0D8TLVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PHb3a6Un6ZM/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Suva0D8TLVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PHb3a6Un6ZM/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398649166279945554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvgSOhLPBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4lfI5ul9_X4/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvgSOhLPBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4lfI5ul9_X4/s400/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398655182073183250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvdRxmiCDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sgR_US-GpjQ/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvdRxmiCDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sgR_US-GpjQ/s400/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398651875776137266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till next halloween...&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/8171355649644091824-5843403728397338004?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5843403728397338004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5843403728397338004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5843403728397338004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-halloween.html' title='Another Halloween...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SuvWYWAv5eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YSrg2fG6dl0/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4392395535476639973</id><published>2009-10-27T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:07:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accredited real estate schools online</title><content type='html'>Several accredited real estate schools are available online namely: Real Estate Express, Online Ed, Careerwebschool, Online-Education, and Allied Schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamrealtyproperties.com"&gt;Real estate&lt;/a&gt; displays an increasing demand despite the global crisis. Many people like to indulge into this kind of business because of its generous financial returns. To cope up with the demand, online real estate courses are offered to accommodate the working individuals who don't have enough time to be present in school. The following schools offer approved real estate training courses online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Estate Express - realestateexpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real estate express is an online real estate license school that allows you to study at your own pace at the convenience of your own home or in any place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online Ed - onlineed.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site offers a 60 hour-real estate training course approved by Washington Department of Licensing and certified by the Association of real Estate License Law Officials. This is a preparatory course that meets the requirements for real estate agents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Careerwebschool - careerwebschool.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school offers an interactive online real estate course, which is user-friendly. It has several courses like real estate course, appraisal course, and home inspection course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online-Education - online-education.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can find a list of featured real estate license schools offering online courses namely the: Cooke Real Estate School, USA Real Estate License, Texas Real Estate License Online, Anthony Schools, and The CE Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allied Schools - alliedschools.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an online training school for all sorts of career from real estate, to medical, to professional courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also get more information on &lt;a href="http://www.dreamrealtyproperties.com"&gt;Cebu Real Estate&lt;/a&gt; at http://www.dreamrealtyproperties.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4392395535476639973?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4392395535476639973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/accredited-real-estate-schools-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4392395535476639973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4392395535476639973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/accredited-real-estate-schools-online.html' title='Accredited real estate schools online'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2072600598550612023</id><published>2009-10-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:55:06.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Unguarded Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/StgGCIBd46I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PrifOpgV8Xg/s1600-h/sleeping+beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393067187359310754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/StgGCIBd46I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PrifOpgV8Xg/s400/sleeping+beauties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping Beauties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching my daughters in their sleep. It’s one of those moments that I treasure the most just watching them in their most serene and yet vulnerable self. Sometimes I can’t help but plant a kiss on their forehead or brush a strand of hair. I value moments like these because sooner or later I may not be able to have the chance to watch them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t help but laugh at above photo I took when I came home last night. Poor &lt;span id="lw_1255669875_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;big sister&lt;/span&gt; being stepped on by the little one even in their sleep! But I know that’s not the case when they’re wide wake for they are truly the best of sisters despite the 6-year gap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&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/8171355649644091824-2072600598550612023?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2072600598550612023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/unguarded-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2072600598550612023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2072600598550612023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/unguarded-moments.html' title='Unguarded Moments'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/StgGCIBd46I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PrifOpgV8Xg/s72-c/sleeping+beauties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1520350469355006768</id><published>2009-10-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:09:30.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><title type='text'>what lies ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I joined this organization for secretaries and administrative professionals less than six months after I joined XL. My then boss encouraged me to join for career growth and networking. I wasn’t officially accepted yet coz as a newbie, one has to attend 3 consecutive meetings and undergo a panel interview with the members of the board. Well, it took me a year to be accepted as I haven’t really completed the required 3-consecutive-meeting requirement save for my perennial absences. In August of 2006, I took my oath to be able to cast my vote to the incoming officers. I was officially inducted as member December of the same year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost four years of being a member of &lt;a href="http://www.pas-cebu.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. PAS gave me numerous opportunities to learn and to grow. I was trusted with some roles and positions that I thought I can’t do from the very start and yet, was able to pull it through in the end. I started as a member then a committee chairperson and eventually a member of the prestigious Board of Trustees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming year, I am thrust to one of PAS’ vital posts as Vice President Elect. With the position comes a very challenging role of spearheading the 11th Regional Conference and ultimately leading the association as &lt;strong&gt;President&lt;/strong&gt; in 2011. Such an enormous responsibility if I may say. If one asks if I am ready… I don’t think I am and I am scared as hell to be honest about it! I’ve seen the best and the worst of this association and its membership. There even came a point when I got sick and tired of the system and wanted to quit. But better things like friendships and the learning experience outweigh the negative side. And knowing that I can do something that will make this association a better one is another reason why I am up for the challenge. I know I am threading on uncertain path --- we don’t know what lies ahead in the next two years. This year, we had the recession with companies folding and people losing their dear jobs. It might get worst in the coming years. For a professional organization like PAS, we are affected by the status quo. Thus, I need as much wisdom and inspiration from PAS members and past presidents before I take the hot seat. May God be with me and the association. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Women are like teabags. We don’t know our true strength until we are in hot water.”&lt;/strong&gt;        -Eleanor Roosevelt -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1520350469355006768?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1520350469355006768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lies-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1520350469355006768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1520350469355006768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lies-ahead.html' title='what lies ahead...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-8795098801108701149</id><published>2009-10-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:47:34.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Rockstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389815906128778850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Ssx5ApmOVmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9gVeHsclvCo/s400/dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, your birthday will not be complete without YOU occupying a space in this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know sometimes, I am such a meanie to you and to your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess, I'm too selfish to share you to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, you will always have me whatever and wherever life brings us to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good or bad, we will always stick together like a super glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROCKSTAR DAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Hugs from your girls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mhalou, Alex &amp;amp; Zabbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-8795098801108701149?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8795098801108701149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-rockstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8795098801108701149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/8795098801108701149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-rockstar.html' title='Happy Birthday, Rockstar!'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Ssx5ApmOVmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9gVeHsclvCo/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4196099168360954578</id><published>2009-09-18T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:47:25.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess;blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to the Office Aircon/s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear A/C,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make my work such hellish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, you release some foul smell and crazy sound to the disgust of our employees. On rainy days, you drip buckets of water like it’s also raining inside the office. Sometimes, you refuse to work like some lazy ass. What is wrong with you? Our life in the office depended much upon your performance and yet you don’t perform as expected. We expect you to be cool on a hot Cebu weather and yet you carry out the other way around. Are we negligent on our responsibility towards you? I don’t think so. Among other office equipment, you are one that’s pampered the most. You often get spa treatment from Alenaire on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of complaints filed against you. There were times when I want to squeeze the life out of you. Why don’t you just speak up and tell everyone including the bosses of what’s wrong. From now on, I refuse to fight your battles and I will no longer be at your defense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live without you, I would have chosen a ceiling fan over you. You’re such a big disappointment to the aircon family. Now, why don’t you get your acts together before I’ll ask HR to issue your termination notice? And I think I’m going crazy ALL because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Facility Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4196099168360954578?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4196099168360954578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-office-aircons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4196099168360954578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4196099168360954578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-office-aircons.html' title='An Open Letter to the Office Aircon/s'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3280023891740730797</id><published>2009-09-12T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:36:57.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>The Big Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SqtPYaGY5YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DviBDRa79D0/s1600-h/big+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SqtPYaGY5YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DviBDRa79D0/s400/big+sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380481460565763458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cpc_12%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&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:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&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;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&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";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past months since Zabbie came into the picture, we haven’t really paid much attention to the big sister. Not that we love her a little less compared to her sister, it’s just that she has morph into a responsible child and can already do things on her own. She’s been a good girl too and has long outgrown her bratty ways and tantrums. And I’ve seen that she loves her sister to bits. She hugs and kisses Zabbie every chance she gets. She also wants to carry her baby sister despite her being skinny and frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am also starting to teach her to learn some chores at home. She knows how to sweep the floor, buy some items at the neighborhood sari-sari store and some errands that does not require a lot of strength. At an early age, I want her to be independent in some ways. She’s fascinated with cooking shows on TV and I want her to try her hand in cooking. I am a bit hesitant though as she might blow up the entire house LOL. Maybe I’ll enroll her in one of the cooking classes in town. I haven’t seen any culinary schools for the kids though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much has changed since them. Sooner or later without me noticing it, she will be a full grown lady. When Zabbie came, I stopped documenting her every milestones and I feel really guilty. Like Zabbie, she still is my baby and that will remain till the end of time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3280023891740730797?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3280023891740730797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3280023891740730797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3280023891740730797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-sister.html' title='The Big Sister'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SqtPYaGY5YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DviBDRa79D0/s72-c/big+sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3358727611112140048</id><published>2009-08-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:13:08.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>FT... My Fun Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;There came a point when I really loathed &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250310500_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. It became the source of my frustrations a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;nd insecurities. At first, I got excited because it made me ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;oked up with old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;friends and classm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;ates but I saw things in there that broke my heart. I don’t wanna go into details though. But lately, Facebook particularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; Farmtown has become a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;wonderful &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250310500_1"&gt;escape from reality&lt;/span&gt;. If I really want to forget my worries for a while, I visit my farm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;and busy myself plowing, planting, harvesting and buying items at the market as if it’s for real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;There are times when I wish I could just stay in my farm forever. Most Farmtown addicts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;would agree with me that you lost track of time whenever you’re in your farm. I also take some time to visit my neighbor’s farms and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;gaze in awe at how lovely their farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;s are. If only I have so much time in my hands, I could create a farm like theirs. But I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;getting there one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here’s a virtual photo of me in my farm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cute noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SoZDpBXJg_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcT2xXvo3II/s1600-h/momgoddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SoZDpBXJg_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcT2xXvo3II/s400/momgoddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370053977705120754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3358727611112140048?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3358727611112140048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/ft-my-fun-escape.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3358727611112140048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3358727611112140048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/ft-my-fun-escape.html' title='FT... My Fun Escape'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SoZDpBXJg_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcT2xXvo3II/s72-c/momgoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4624055374575709614</id><published>2009-08-08T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:56:43.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>I Went Clubbing Last Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn09Hv4K68I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qhun-4-1-_4/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn09Hv4K68I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qhun-4-1-_4/s400/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367513534215941058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&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";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;....and I really feel so old just seeing the young partygoers grooving to the music of Lady Gaga or Black Eyed Peas. It's my first time to be at the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://loftcebu.multiply.com/"&gt;Loft's Penthouse&lt;/a&gt; and I just feel so out of place. In my younger days, I used to frequent these places but when you have kids going to these places is an additional expense. But another reason why I am not so fond of these places anymore is that I just hate the smoke, people shouting behind  loud music, getting drunk, getting in trouble when you're drunk and the sight of young girls passing out in the middle of the dance floor. One girl passed out beside us in the sofa and she was wearing this skimpy dress. Good thing her boyfriend is still sober enough to assist her. I couldn't just imagine my daughters going to these places and getting drunk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn07rgKS_CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N5dKEmsL7qU/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn07rgKS_CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N5dKEmsL7qU/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367511949449034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah I went clubbing last night and I had fun. I guess I can still groove a bit but what was important was really the fact that I was spending time with my hubby and some newfound friends albeit tipsy and the hangover the following day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn08ckSjFdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E5PdpvBoWJ0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn08ckSjFdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E5PdpvBoWJ0/s400/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367512792370976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4624055374575709614?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4624055374575709614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-clubbing-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4624055374575709614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4624055374575709614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-clubbing-last-night.html' title='I Went Clubbing Last Night...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sn09Hv4K68I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qhun-4-1-_4/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5724766707887292029</id><published>2009-08-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:47:40.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Let Me Say It Again..."I DO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SnZdi_fktTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZgLIV9v_5Vg/s1600-h/the+bride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365578861799322930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SnZdi_fktTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZgLIV9v_5Vg/s400/the+bride2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nobody said it was going to be easy. Marriage, after all isn’t just a bed of roses. We go through a lot of experiences both good and bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I TRIED to made peace with the fact that for so long as I am in this marriage, I will have to make little sacrifices like staying up all night waiting for him to come home after a boy’s night out or a gig with the band, understanding the fact that he will have female friends that he will have to amuse from time to time or that he will have to unintentionally miss out birthdays and anniversaries. TRIED is the word because I haven’t reached that perfect peace yet. But I’m working on it because I’m in for the long haul. There are days when I question if what we have is worth keeping and if we’re dancing to the same tune. Sometimes I find myself dancing alone but it is in being alone that I realize we’ve gone a long way and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other couples, we were not one to brag &lt;em&gt;“Oh, I married my best friend”.&lt;/em&gt; But everyday, we discover a bit of each other and our friendship blossomed somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous months have been tough for both of us. There had been major adjustments with the coming of the second baby and some other big leaps. Could it be the 7-year itch? Maybe we’re just jaded in some areas and it has affected our relationship. We’ve gone a long way and everyday I am thankful that we’re still together despite the differences, the many difficult episodes we have to go through the last 7 years. Thank you for bearing me out…my drama queen tendencies, my being inconsiderate and clingy. I will try my very best not to disappoint you and I hope you will also do your share in making this marriage work. Let’s continue to thrive and stay married for the rest of our lives. HAPPY 7 YEARS...all my LOVE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mhalou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-5724766707887292029?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5724766707887292029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-say-it-againi-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5724766707887292029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5724766707887292029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-say-it-againi-do.html' title='Let Me Say It Again...&quot;I DO&quot;'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SnZdi_fktTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZgLIV9v_5Vg/s72-c/the+bride2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3070789052512991887</id><published>2009-07-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:28:11.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>On a happier note…</title><content type='html'>Our little girl just turns half a year older. She’s now 6 months and she has shown a lot of tricks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356760432719024482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SlcJO3MV0WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5PQKhfN6H64/s400/zabbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She can now roll over with ease.&lt;br /&gt;* She can hold her feeding bottle like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;* She’s also started to eat &lt;em&gt;(she started when she was still 4 months old)&lt;/em&gt; and boy is she a big eater!&lt;br /&gt;* She shoves anything into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;* She’s good at pulling things including my hair.&lt;br /&gt;* She’s got sturdy legs. She loves to kick especially when she gets excited. She could also stand but with me holding her of course.&lt;br /&gt;* And she smiles, laughs and giggles a lot…such a happy baby indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356760594788589090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SlcJYS8vHiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Yc0yIN_w96I/s400/zab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3070789052512991887?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3070789052512991887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-happier-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3070789052512991887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3070789052512991887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note…'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SlcJO3MV0WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5PQKhfN6H64/s72-c/zabbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-9348034167992662</id><published>2009-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:39:01.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are days when you just want to shout and release all pent-up emotions that have been in the pipeline ready to explode. I just did! It was tough and it was rough. Painful words just spew out of the mouth like tongues of fire burning whoever gets hit. I am not confrontational and I talk in between tears which made me lose the battle most of the time. But I could be honest and I couldn’t keep my feelings for long. I just detonate in no time. If I am misunderstood, well I’m sorry, I am only human. I bleed when I know, see and feel something’s not right. I am just thankful for the tons of work at hand which I considered a welcome distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I’ve been surrounded by negative vibes lately and it’s doing me no good. Well, I guess everyone goes through some rough phase sometimes. I wish the coming days will bring me some droplets of positivity. I couldn’t stand being this way forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-9348034167992662?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9348034167992662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9348034167992662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9348034167992662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-human.html' title='Being Human'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4139475027411050410</id><published>2009-07-02T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:38:43.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally have on my hands the gift certificate for Cebu-Incheon-Cebu roundtrip ticket courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.cebupacificair.com/"&gt;Cebu Pacific&lt;/a&gt;. I’m still contemplating of really using the GC or just sell it. I’m having problems securing requirements for my passport. The NSO copy of my birth certificate isn’t clear so I need to have my folks back in &lt;a href="http://www.bislig.gov.ph/"&gt;Bislig&lt;/a&gt; get a copy from our local registrar. But they’ve been sitting on it for months now. Well, my father is having bouts with arthritis and can hardly walk. My mother got no time coz she’s working so it will never happen. I already have a ready buyer but as to how much I really don’t know. Anyway, I’ve decided not to use the GC. Incheon can wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m not sure if it’s girl power or what but a few of my officemates are throwing their husbands out of the house and out of their lives. One husband was caught exchanging sweet text messages with a colleague. The wife freaked out of course, who wouldn’t? The other husband was forced out because of being irresponsible and a perennial drunk. The wife had enough and was giving the husband an ultimatum. The husband just brushed it off thinking the wife isn’t serious. Boy oh boy was she serious. I also had some issues with my husband the past week. What is it with husbands nowadays? They seem to be taking the wives for granted assuming that we’ll stick it out with them despite their flaws, stupidity and infidelity. Well, women now are independent and can definitely survive without them so they better get their acts together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t want to blurt it out yet without seeing obvious results but this is just to remind myself of this quest. I’ve started eating less already. I realized that my food intake has been the main source of my weight problem. I have been eating less rice since last Monday --- only half cup per day. It’s tough considering that I am a certified foodie but I have to do this or else I’ll die early. I am also starting a habit of doing the morning walk around the village. This I haven’t sustained though since I always sleep past midnight and waking up early is such a chore. Last Saturday, I sweat it out with my sister in the badminton court. I guess, my groove is back and I wish to really keep it going and going until it becomes a part of my system. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4139475027411050410?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4139475027411050410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4139475027411050410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4139475027411050410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-today.html' title='Random Thoughts Today'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1289733741937176109</id><published>2009-06-26T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:38:05.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week has been a stressful one with Zabbie getting sick, some issues with the hubby and some inner struggle with self. I know I’ve been sweating the small stuff and I admit that I am to be blamed as well. I allowed myself to be stressed, to be hurt, to be fragile, and to be the sensitive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to escape from all the negativity that’s sucking me whole. And I want to feel numb from all the pain. I wish I could do that without disappearing from the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1289733741937176109?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1289733741937176109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1289733741937176109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1289733741937176109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1396967183015485220</id><published>2009-06-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:20:47.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Gone Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a comet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blazing 'cross the evening sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like A RainbowFading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In The Twinkling Of An Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shiny And Sparkly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Splendidly Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone One NightLike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Loss Of Sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On A Cloudy Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like A CastleBuilt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon A Sandy Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like A Perfect Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That Is Just Beyond Your Reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone One Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like A Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dying With The Rising Of The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;∼ Michael Jackson∼&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351500866800914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SkRZr1TdEVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F3PiaqaqKiM/s400/michael+jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo credit: Reuters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world mourns for the death of an icon. I practically grew up to his music and became a huge fan in high school (together with Juliet – my high school buddy) and even until now. Heard on the radio on the way to work that he's supposed to do a series of comeback concerts in London. Oh well, it's just sad all the controversies about him and not being able to bounce back. But he has made a mark in the music industry and that is really something that most of his fans will remember him the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RIP, MJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1396967183015485220?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1396967183015485220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1396967183015485220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1396967183015485220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone Too Soon'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SkRZr1TdEVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F3PiaqaqKiM/s72-c/michael+jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5696933221971208091</id><published>2009-06-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:22:18.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>These Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SjsfeivTqmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pW7aot9xxOw/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903592014359138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SjsfeivTqmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pW7aot9xxOw/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon, these feet will walk a thousand miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conquering every street, every road, every path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These feet will linger to familiar and unknown places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving footprints, memories and some traces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But these feet aren't too strong yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They couldn't even stand on their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus these feet will stay with me momentarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until they're ready to embark on a journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo: Zabbie's feet&lt;/em&gt;&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/8171355649644091824-5696933221971208091?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5696933221971208091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5696933221971208091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5696933221971208091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-feet.html' title='These Feet'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SjsfeivTqmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pW7aot9xxOw/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3929115746684134769</id><published>2009-06-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:31:24.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess; customer'/><title type='text'>Weekend Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To the eyes of our bosses and colleagues, the party we had over the weekend was a success despite half of the company populace not in attendance. But to the committee, it was a hell of an experience with Pacific Cebu Resort’s staff and management. They had the crappiest service this side of the planet. You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* They don’t stick to what has been agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* They made you pay for the water and dispenser. They’re serving us food and they’re supposed to provide water, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* If you ask for a salt, they tell you “it’s in the kitchen, get it yourself”. Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you ask for hot sauce, they cannot give one. A small carenderia always has Tabasco in case a customer would ask for one and here comes a resort who claims to be Class AA resort and yet cannot provide a hot sauce. Crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And the beer we sent a day earlier was chilled during the event day itself. That’s why we’re sending it a day prior because we want it cold not warm during our event. And their reasoning is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* They have unkempt facility with cobwebs hanging by the ceiling. There seems to be a water drought as well because their shower is in droplets - this according our expat who booked a room for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And the banquet manager who happens to be a colleague’s sister was nowhere to be found after we paid in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ranting? Considering our volume (450 guaranteed heads), we expected excellent service. Even the mere fact that one of the owners is our employee, we were also expecting some considerations to our little requests but NO, our requests landed in deaf ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in any business, excellent customer service matters a lot and I mean A LOT. Word of mouth travels fast and we have blogs like this that will document our experiences with service providers just like Pacific Cebu Resort. We still have upcoming company events but it will NEVER, EVER be at Pacific Cebu Resort. Mark my word for it. And just a piece of advice to PCR... don't mess with the event committee or you'll experience their wrath in the most unimaginable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3929115746684134769?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3929115746684134769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3929115746684134769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3929115746684134769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-party.html' title='Weekend Party'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-9164582842312665149</id><published>2009-05-25T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:30:25.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Bantayan (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqA4F2Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8WmLwM05Z4/s1600-h/Pictur+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqA4F2Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8WmLwM05Z4/s400/Pictur+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339722009331956930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally traveled to beautiful Bantayan over the weekend. We have a free accommodation waiting for us courtesy of Kota Beach. It's just me, hubby and Alex leaving Zabbie with the yayas because she's still too young to travel. Hubby was too lazy to drive so the plan was to take the bus. We reach Bantayan after 3 and half hours of rollercoaster bus ride and smooth sailing boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bantayan never cease to amaze me with its charm and beauty. And despite summer finally coming to a close, the island is still a host to a lot of tourists both local and international.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sharing some photos of our Bantayan weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqBLadp7pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-VxLRVmJKCU/s1600-h/Pictur+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqBLadp7pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-VxLRVmJKCU/s400/Pictur+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339722341283393170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqAkXki1qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3EBVqNFwm48/s1600-h/Pictur+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqAkXki1qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3EBVqNFwm48/s400/Pictur+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339721670492083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Shp_f1q1ksI/AAAAAAAAAE8/C6H5LKQ5gvM/s1600-h/Pictur+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Shp_f1q1ksI/AAAAAAAAAE8/C6H5LKQ5gvM/s400/Pictur+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339720493160567490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqAA8TkrzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bc2DGOkxscA/s1600-h/Pictur+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqAA8TkrzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bc2DGOkxscA/s400/Pictur+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339721061877722930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Shp_wGMOACI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ODE2hgimCuQ/s1600-h/Pictur+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Shp_wGMOACI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ODE2hgimCuQ/s400/Pictur+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339720772473454626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-9164582842312665149?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9164582842312665149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/bantayan-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9164582842312665149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/9164582842312665149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/bantayan-again.html' title='Bantayan (again)'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ShqA4F2Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8WmLwM05Z4/s72-c/Pictur+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4903542370994168569</id><published>2009-05-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:34:20.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Blame it on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;… that’s why I haven’t updated this blog for such a long time. I’ve been busy as hell too I didn’t have the time to even bloghopped. I should’ve blogged about some exciting events the past few weeks….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;… like my one day of fame – fresh from my APY glory, my fat self appeared in Sunstar’s neighborhood page two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;… like having a new boss and adjusting to her blabbermouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; … like my brother’s cebu vacation and our weekend mall tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; … like our yard sale at home making us hundreds of pesos richer and our piles of clothes lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; … like the “Magdalo” gathering last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; So many stories to tell yet got no time to really compose an article. I miss updating this space. I also got hooked with facebook that whenever I get the chance to go online, I just check on some people’s not so ordinary lives in broadcast mode. Yeah, yeah sounds pathetic but I guess I’m just jealous because summer is almost over and yet I’m just confined indoor while some of my friends have been to some lovely resorts and back enjoying the sun, sand and booze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4903542370994168569?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4903542370994168569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/blame-it-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4903542370994168569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4903542370994168569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/blame-it-on-facebook.html' title='Blame it on Facebook'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3276269292788307554</id><published>2009-05-01T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:44:19.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Zabbie...Almost Four Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiles...Giggles...Babbles...Interacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Zabbie now, almost 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sfvpt8j4DwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OzEFo3AlFJI/s1600-h/zabbie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331111559483100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sfvpt8j4DwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OzEFo3AlFJI/s400/zabbie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331111853599868578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sfvp_EOxxqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/65eNda7S1nw/s400/zabbie+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331112162528621810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfvqRDFIdPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EGBXlEWMZO0/s400/zabbie+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3276269292788307554?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3276269292788307554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/zabbiealmost-four-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3276269292788307554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3276269292788307554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/zabbiealmost-four-months.html' title='Zabbie...Almost Four Months'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sfvpt8j4DwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OzEFo3AlFJI/s72-c/zabbie+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5230944838750978217</id><published>2009-05-01T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:32:43.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Thoughts from a Chocolate Wrapper</title><content type='html'>These are really nice thoughts to ponder on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331110500085834514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfvowR_4oxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0zUluB3szGM/s400/IMG_3192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sfvn7D4IZsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MAtt8SWNii8/s1600-h/IMG_3193.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331110121238971586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfvoaOrwRMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vLC9IO6ML6A/s400/IMG_3193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8171355649644091824-5230944838750978217?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5230944838750978217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-from-chocolate-wrapper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5230944838750978217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5230944838750978217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-from-chocolate-wrapper.html' title='Thoughts from a Chocolate Wrapper'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfvowR_4oxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0zUluB3szGM/s72-c/IMG_3192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-4981212533657539455</id><published>2009-04-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:36:46.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASer'/><title type='text'>APY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The documentary film, The Secret reveals the most powerful law in the universe – that every human being has the ability to transform any weakness or suffering into strength, power, perfect peace, health and abundance. If you think positively, you will attract positive vibes. When I think that I’ll be the Administrative Professional of the Year, I became one.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above statement was supposed to be the intro of my acceptance speech but didn’t get the chance to say because I left the copy in my purse and it would look awkward running to my chair from the stage to get it. Nevertheless, I made it. I was declared as this year’s Administrative Professional of the Year (APY). Maybe I already knew it from the start that I’ll bag the award. The thought process was so powerful. It wasn’t an easy ride though – the written exam and the nerve-wrecking panel interviews. My mentors JPL and Ms.O were rooting for me and they never fail to give me the push. Now, I am among the roster of secretaries and administrative professionals who were recipients of this prestigious award. Yehey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy oh boy did I receive fabulous prizes! I received a roundtrip ticket Cebu – Incheon – Cebu from Cebu Pacific Air (it’s time to get my passport...yeah,yeah me no passport yet **shy grin**), a gold ring with 4 pound pearl from M.Lhuiller, a TIMEX watch, cash prize and a lot more. I feel like winning a pageant or the Oscars’ last Saturday night and I couldn’t contain my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you PASAP for this recognition. It’s something that I will treasure for the rest of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329234487314740738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfU-h90n9gI/AAAAAAAAADs/WiUSkilfCTg/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329234610917292114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfU-pKRxOFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YBuwW_83k_4/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;More thank you's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dexter Alazas for my gown, Sylvette for the killer red shoes, Jon for editing my speech, Dona for the other dress I wore and Mary Ann for ironing my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-4981212533657539455?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4981212533657539455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/apy-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4981212533657539455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/4981212533657539455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/apy-2009.html' title='APY 2009'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SfU-h90n9gI/AAAAAAAAADs/WiUSkilfCTg/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3125937802469910563</id><published>2009-04-09T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:09:29.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>No Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3UbXeKLII/AAAAAAAAADc/bB74wG2JrqE/s1600-h/IMG_5967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322643901243862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3UbXeKLII/AAAAAAAAADc/bB74wG2JrqE/s400/IMG_5967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still find it surreal not having her bubbly self around us anymore. It actually hasn’t sink in yet because we could just call her anytime. But I guess I have to be ready for the inevitable. We’re on our own now. I feel so vulnerable without her. She’s been like our shield from whatever corporate battle we’re in, someone who picks up our fight for us. I think our relationship with her goes beyond the boss-staff relationship. For the past four years, she’s treated us like her own daughters and sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I truly understand her decision of leaving us but things will never be the same without her. We will truly miss her – her leadership, her legacy, her influence in our lives but definitely not her friendship for I know it will continue to exist no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss O., I know this isn’t goodbye. There will never be goodbyes. We will continue to burn the lines and share a cup of coffee discussing about boi, visas, aircon, cubicles and admin stuff. I hope you're always there to listen and lend a helping hand to your abandoned children like you always do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you, we’ll be strong and we will carry on from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322644142032539954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3UpYep0TI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ql1UJGyN6yE/s400/CIMG9067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642996284738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3TmsPFy2I/AAAAAAAAADE/lMWDui1e1rc/s400/admin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322643242330640578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3T1A1AUMI/AAAAAAAAADM/LQlfkFPL53k/s400/IMG_5971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322643586178823906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3UJBwzNuI/AAAAAAAAADU/wYE0XzVw3UU/s400/IMG_3875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3125937802469910563?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3125937802469910563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3125937802469910563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3125937802469910563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-goodbyes.html' title='No Goodbyes'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sd3UbXeKLII/AAAAAAAAADc/bB74wG2JrqE/s72-c/IMG_5967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3439160192311218874</id><published>2009-04-06T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:20:31.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><title type='text'>Holiday Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While everyone is planning their trips out of town during the holidays, I’m left with no plans at all but taking my much needed zzzzz. &lt;em&gt;(I don't know with the hub...he's been making "parinig" that he's going to Bantayan. Whatever).&lt;/em&gt; I’ve been sleep-deprived these days waking up in the middle of the night and as early as 4am almost everyday attending to a wailing baby zaab. I only slept for less than 5 hours when she got caught by the bug (colds) the past days. It’s such a pity hearing the baby cry. You can’t understand how she’s feeling. If only I could read her mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if the company’s declaring Good Friday a holiday. One thing’s for sure; we’ll have work on Holy Thursday as always. I’ll be sleeping my way through Friday and Saturday waking up only to eat “binignit”. And my sisters are coming over so I guess it will be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdnEDvkduyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7qFib9nPUV0/s1600-h/maze+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500003303013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdnEDvkduyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7qFib9nPUV0/s400/maze+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my sleeping child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3439160192311218874?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3439160192311218874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3439160192311218874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3439160192311218874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-mode.html' title='Holiday Mode'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdnEDvkduyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7qFib9nPUV0/s72-c/maze+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3419738773285184832</id><published>2009-03-31T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:56:20.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger; photographer wannabe'/><title type='text'>Because sometimes we have to stop and smell the flowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdHmXVeTcFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_JfHN61jks/s1600-h/flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319285923476893778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdHmXVeTcFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_JfHN61jks/s400/flowers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdHgYZbe-WI/AAAAAAAAACs/jY79ynATkqo/s1600-h/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319279344648911202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdHgYZbe-WI/AAAAAAAAACs/jY79ynATkqo/s400/flowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes we have to pause for a moment and appreciate life's simple gifts - &lt;em&gt;the blooms in the garden, the children's laughter, a baby's giggles, the beautiful sunrise, the breathtaking sunset, the sound of thunder and raindrops, seeing an old friend, a hug from a loved one&lt;/em&gt; --- all these and more make life's burden a lot less lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos: Blooms in my yard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3419738773285184832?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3419738773285184832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-sometimes-we-have-to-stop-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3419738773285184832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3419738773285184832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-sometimes-we-have-to-stop-and.html' title='Because sometimes we have to stop and smell the flowers...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SdHmXVeTcFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0_JfHN61jks/s72-c/flowers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-5245458969344513316</id><published>2009-03-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:48:10.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy'/><title type='text'>Proud of You, Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To be more than a name or face in the crowd..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;David Cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316237925468280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SccSOgD_GKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7GirhyRwIgo/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that you finally finished college, another pride will be prominently displayed in that wall of our humble Ramirez home - the third at that. I'm sure papa and mama are mighty proud of you. For the past four years, I have been a witness of how much you value your studies more than anything else. At first I thought you're some kind of a geek but then I saw the motivation behind being a "trying hard" student. I've watched you persevere and really gave your best despite the lack of resources. You even stood out among your fellow graduates with ready employment waiting for you in the midst of global recession. You deserve every bit of success that comes your way because you worked hard for it. When you went up that stage to receive your diploma, I cant' help but shed a tear because all our efforts and hard-earned money just to send you to school didn't go down the drain. Spread your wings my dear sister and reach for your rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238111780267330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SccSZWIOZUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1_K0vyXUFNk/s320/grad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're all proud of you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238280452114226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SccSjKeuhzI/AAAAAAAAACE/v4HppLSsGe0/s320/moveup+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8171355649644091824-5245458969344513316?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5245458969344513316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/proud-of-you-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5245458969344513316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/5245458969344513316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/proud-of-you-sis.html' title='Proud of You, Sis'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/SccSOgD_GKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7GirhyRwIgo/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2760572817645844573</id><published>2009-03-16T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:47:38.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>something to be thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a promise to myself that I would write down things that I am grateful about --- no matter how little it may be.  Because it is in being grateful that I begin to appreciate life and the people I'm sharing it with --- could be my husband, my children, my relatives, my friends, the boss or even a total stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8lpXadohI/AAAAAAAAABk/FSwuHFIMDPU/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007477910348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8lpXadohI/AAAAAAAAABk/FSwuHFIMDPU/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I already said "thank you" to the giver of this gift but I fail to blog about it. What's special about this gift is that it was totally unexpected coming from my big bosses (JF, AW, CK and EO'D) all the way from our Philadelphia office. Inside were &lt;a href="http://www.mrsfields.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Fields'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;goodies which we devoured in just one day. It also comes with a cute card signed by the 4 bosses welcoming my newborn Izabella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314008400907717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8mfF2Ly3I/AAAAAAAAABs/VCc5VmpzPlg/s400/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby's good friend who is based in Las Vegas send this over for me. I never get the chance to really know him personally but he was generous enough to give me this &lt;a href="http://www.fragrancex.com/justme17p.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton Just Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;perfume. Thank you Archie. And thank you for Earl's double-pedal...send them over please coz he's super excited to use them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2760572817645844573?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2760572817645844573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-be-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2760572817645844573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2760572817645844573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-be-thankful.html' title='something to be thankful...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8lpXadohI/AAAAAAAAABk/FSwuHFIMDPU/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1601706339131292302</id><published>2009-03-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:07:19.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Christian World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314001212250411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8f8qAuUFI/AAAAAAAAABE/WFY3syIz1hg/s320/picz+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zaab was finally baptized over the weekend which was attended by the sponsors and some close friends. We weren't really planning a lavish celebration. What's really important is that our little girl will officially be embraced by the Catholic religion. My apologies to those we didn't invite... but we still welcome your gifts if there's any. **grin**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314001858151012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8giQLbWCI/AAAAAAAAABM/Dm8klVpsI9I/s320/various+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first family picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002010081006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8grGKXEkI/AAAAAAAAABU/SsxOYf5hcdc/s320/various+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the entourage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314002167354454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8g0QDRchI/AAAAAAAAABc/Etma1sbZ7b8/s320/various+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my closest friends in the world (Alvie and Cathy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1601706339131292302?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1601706339131292302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-christian-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1601706339131292302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1601706339131292302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-christian-world.html' title='Welcome to the Christian World...'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/Sb8f8qAuUFI/AAAAAAAAABE/WFY3syIz1hg/s72-c/picz+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-1096214419652488343</id><published>2009-03-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:20:53.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wifey'/><title type='text'>Couple Tag</title><content type='html'>Found this tag somewhere in facebook and in my bloghop. I find it really interesting and heartwarming. Give it a try if you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are your middle names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mine is Ramirez and his is Alazas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 years this August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were introduced by a common friend then after that he started stalking me in the office. I think it took me weeks to say “yes” to his invitations. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who asked whom out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He asked me out despite the rejections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How old are each of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just turned 30 and he’s 31 going 32 this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whose siblings do you see the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mine because except for my brother, my sisters are all here in Cebu. One lives with me and I often meet-up with the other two every Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there were really a lot of challenges as a couple I couldn’t say which one is the hardest but I think we’re able to pull it through together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you go to the same school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. i finished college at STC and he finished his degree at USC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you from the same home town?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. I’m a promdi from Mindanao and he’s a pure-bred Cebuano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we’re both smart and Alex is the smartest hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is the most sensitive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m the one who’s overly sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Home – either I cook or we bring in food. We eat out sometimes but not as a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the farthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as far as bantayan island and cagayan de oro… pathetic but our dreams of traveling together has reached as far as santorini, paris, Ibiza, new york and the beautiful palawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has the craziest exes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do if you call a sourgraper crazy. I’m not sure about hubby’s exes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has the worst temper?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he has but it’s just temper --- not really that worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who does the cooking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the helper cooks most days but i try to cook decent food every weekends. When he’s in the mood, he also cooks a recipe or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is the neat-freak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we both are comfortable with a little chaos but from time to time, it’s me who often applies the 5S but that wouldn’t qualify me for a neat-freak, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both of us are stubborn at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who hogs the bed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he does… he could zzzzzz the entire weekend uninterrupted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that would be me no matter how late I sleep the night before I still manage to wake up 6 or 7 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where was your first date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;redemptorist church then moon café in guadalupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is more jealous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I admit it’s me but it’s always with a reason you know and there’s always proof from text messages and hacked friendster/istorya accounts… I’m a certified hacker eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long did it take to get serious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it was serious right from the start but it became more intense when we learned that I was pregnant --- that was after more than a year of being steady. We always had this roller-coaster relationship (kiss-makeup-kiss) and finally makeup when we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both of us --- we’re certified foodies and it shows in the body haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anna – our all-around yaya and housemaid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's better with the computer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, I guess. I’m facing the computer everyday and he’s dealing with doctors and medicines more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who drives when you are together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he drives because I still don’t know how to drive dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-1096214419652488343?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1096214419652488343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1096214419652488343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/1096214419652488343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-tag.html' title='Couple Tag'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7624567275536901803</id><published>2009-02-27T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:14:33.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess; commuter'/><title type='text'>Commuting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now among the thousands of daily commuters taking public utility vehicles to reach my destinations. I used to dread taking public transport what with my close encounters with snatchers in the past which happened inside a jeepney. But after I gave birth just recently, I restrain myself from taking cabs because it’s already taking a huge chunk of my expenses considering that I live in Mactan Island. For more than a week now, I’ve been commuting from home to the office and back and I have these thoughts to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* Always stuff your wallet with lots of coins. It’s very convenient for both you&lt;br /&gt;and the driver coz you don’t have to wait long for your change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Look at the signboards and make sure you’re taking the right jeepney. I once took the wrong ride and it cost me seven pesos, additional ten-minute ride and buckets of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t forget the magic words. Say &lt;strong&gt;“please”&lt;/strong&gt; when you’re asking someone to pass on the fare. Say &lt;strong&gt;“excuse me”&lt;/strong&gt; when you’re trying to make your way to the available seat. Say &lt;strong&gt;“I’m sorry”&lt;/strong&gt; if you step on someone’s toes. In my clumsiness, I happen to step on some passenger's toes most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be prepared at all times. You’ll never know the weather for the day. An umbrella, shades and a little towel or hanky would come in very handy rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be attentive to the sights, sounds and smell. It may be the stinky smell of the person beside you or the beautiful view from the Mactan Bridge during midnight with all the tiny city lights from afar. I tell you, the view is actually breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Other than your cellphone, never bring any other expensive gadgets like laptop or digital cameras unless really needed. We never know when these snatchers and robbers strike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* I just realized how big my savings whenever I take public transport --- really big.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To all commuters like me, hope above tips are beneficial to you on your daily journeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-7624567275536901803?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7624567275536901803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/commuting-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7624567275536901803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7624567275536901803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/commuting-101.html' title='Commuting 101'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-3327515014467435522</id><published>2009-02-20T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:26:20.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Wanna Bet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night’s lotto prize has increased to a whooping 288 million plus and still nobody won. I admit, I am one of the millions who tries my luck on this game of chance. I don't often place my bet but with the prize so big I might as well give it a shot. Who knows? Just thinking of what that money can do if I win is mind-boggling. Dreams for me and the people I love would definitely come true but it could either make an angel or a devil out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m betting again on the next draw. I hope some good-hearted soul wins this time. And I hope it’s ME. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-3327515014467435522?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3327515014467435522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanna-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3327515014467435522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/3327515014467435522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanna-bet.html' title='Wanna Bet???'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-7229572144455630786</id><published>2009-02-18T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:20:49.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momgoddess'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m back to being a working mom again. People ask me why so early since I’m supposed to be on maternity leave for 78 days. The maternity leave is supposed to be a time to recover from the birthing pains and also to bond with the newborn. Well, I’ve already recovered well enough I’ve considered myself a toughie despite the major operation. My C-section cut has healed so fast. I also have my lifetime to bond with &lt;a href="http://alessaundrei.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-our-world.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zaab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and of course with Alex). I know it’s a lame excuse but it’s actually more on financial reason. Truth is I have to start earning again since our expenses and the kids’ upkeep are ever-increasing everyday. It’s only the hub who is bringing in the bacon for the past month and he’s starting to complain. Another reason for returning to work this early is that I’m starting to feel bummed just staying at home. I need to get back on the groove before I lost my sanity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I’m back…with a few pounds off and a brand new look.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you give me a hug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-7229572144455630786?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7229572144455630786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7229572144455630786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/7229572144455630786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-im-back.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171355649644091824.post-2454983492487920169</id><published>2009-02-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:21:22.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to our new space in the blogosphere. It is still a work in progress so pardon the little chaos. This blog is like a sequel to the &lt;a href="http://www.alessaundrei.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;old blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;which circles around motherhood, family, career and my day to day journey and life’s little surprises. Why “life’s a m-a-z-e”? Aside from the word m-a-z-e which is an acronym for mhalou, alex, zaab and earl, I also think that life is like a maze. It’s like we’re in this one huge labyrinth that we need to unravel and everyday we try to figure out which way to go. But no matter how far we’ve come inside this maze and often find ourselves going around in circles, the maze always ends somewhere. That’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So join me in my quest in solving this one big maze which is life. But you can also hang in there, watch me in my conquest and if I ever fall, please do give me a little push. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See you around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171355649644091824-2454983492487920169?l=lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2454983492487920169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2454983492487920169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171355649644091824/posts/default/2454983492487920169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesa-m-a-z-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Mhalou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11048446401213757074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQqfjYq5Nq8/ScdQ1NAQVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/G5mXzu_zuF8/S220/mhalou_warholizer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
