<?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-6775821</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:03:29.813+08:00</updated><category term='Dawson&apos;s Creek'/><category term='No Doubt'/><category term='TV'/><category term='cute kids'/><category term='list'/><category term='California Maki'/><category term='7-eleven'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Chuck'/><category term='Keifer Sutherland'/><category term='Kung Hei Fat Choi'/><category term='T2'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='Liam Neeson'/><category term='l-o-v-e'/><category term='bulilit'/><category term='Your Universe'/><category term='Shell'/><category term='Wheesung'/><category term='KFC'/><category term='UP'/><category term='Taken'/><category term='Karate Kid'/><category term='Lifehouse'/><category term='Efren Penaflorida'/><category term='Araneta'/><category term='Ferrari'/><category term='Food'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='Pizzeria Pronto'/><category term='Rico Blanco'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Craig David'/><category term='24'/><category term='CCP'/><title type='text'>Bic</title><subtitle type='html'>To love and to live .. Bic Monedero</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-3863788638632909270</id><published>2011-08-10T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:34:53.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything happens in God's time, not ours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my check up last Saturday, my doctor asked why I was not reacting at all when she told me I could already give birth as early as next week. Its not that I was not happy, its just that I couldn't comprehend what I should be feeling at that time. It was a mix of being anxious, worried, excited, to even being scared. &lt;em&gt;It was just a matter of days, and not months anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been almost 9 months of pregnancy, with a bulging belly as proof, but sometimes it still hasn't sunk in. I don't know if I'm just in denial because deep inside, I know its because &lt;strong&gt;I'm scared that I might not be a good mom&lt;/strong&gt;. That I might not be responsible enough. I was just starting to learn how it is to be independent, to be a good wife, to manage the house and the expenses, but now a real life human being will be dependent on me. One mistake can be monumental. &lt;em&gt;I know it might be an exaggeration, but its true&lt;/em&gt;. This is not just about shopping for those pretty baby clothes, or making sure I get my baby a Little Mermaid themed-room (just like mine before!), but more than that, its being able to provide all the love, care and protection she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ready or not, one thing is for sure, I love Ervin and our baby girl so much. &lt;strong&gt;And it is the driving force that's making me believe that I can do this.&lt;/strong&gt; Its the only thing that's making me sane from all the healthy eating I've being doing (&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm not even going to mention the expenses&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy may be a surprise but I have learned to accept, like so many things in life, that we don't get to choose when things should happen in our life. &lt;strong&gt;It will always be in God's time&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe I don't know it, but maybe God knows that I'm strong enough for her. Maybe mine and Ervin's love is big enough to be shared. &lt;em&gt;But what I do know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's about to come is bound to be one of the best times of my Life! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-3863788638632909270?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3863788638632909270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3863788638632909270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/everything-happens-in-gods-time-not.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-4952937825747908448</id><published>2011-03-04T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:33:23.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you asked me a month ago if I was pregnant or not, I would have given you a big fat NO. Even if the signs were all there: throwing up, extreme sleepiness, missed period and most of all, not quite having my flat tummy back. I mean, I do eat a lot, but I may just be bordering to being a glutton. I was in denial maybe because  I just got married and really, just trying to adjust being a wife and being separated from my parents. But then I forgot what the real purpose of a honeymoon is.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep, I'm pregnant and its a honeymoon baby&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheeew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to be a mom na. I was in shock to say the least when I f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaGVBtfV1es/TXCwREGCHvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s3mHBizp0aI/s1600/preggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaGVBtfV1es/TXCwREGCHvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s3mHBizp0aI/s200/preggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580153745515355890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inally confirmed it and was actually 2 months pregnant already. I had to do 2 pregnancy tests (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first one was from Generics, baka di reliable hehhe&lt;/span&gt;), see an OB and to really believe it, I ordered an ultrasound. I was in tears, not because I did not love my baby, I just did not expect it.  But when I saw this super tiny baby in the screen with his heart beating, I don't think I can ever love someone so much instantly. In that moment, everything changed. I just wanted to make sure that i could take care of him, protect him, and make sure that in everything I do, I always think of him first.  This means even forcing myself to drink milk everynight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A first in all of my 28 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see pregnant movie stars, you'd think pregnancy was easy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But its not&lt;/span&gt;. I throw up all day, sometimes even without eating anything, I'd still throw up.  Even if I had a full 8-9 hours of sleep, I'd still feel like a dead veggie the next morning. I cry even with just the thought of eating papaya. My head pounds but I can't take any aspirin. But thru all these, as I feel my tummy getting bigger as each week passes, I know everything is worth it. I love him, and even if it is hard, I know he'll be the best gift ever for me and Ervin. I don't even care if its a boy or a girl, just as long as he's normal, healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With prayers as well, I just hope I can be the best soon to be mom! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-4952937825747908448?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4952937825747908448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4952937825747908448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-asked-me-month-ago-if-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaGVBtfV1es/TXCwREGCHvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s3mHBizp0aI/s72-c/preggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-34093046286945806</id><published>2011-01-13T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:23:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a new year for a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- new blog entry&lt;br /&gt;- new name&lt;br /&gt;- new home&lt;br /&gt;- new status&lt;br /&gt;- new office&lt;br /&gt;- new husband. haha &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still the same old me :) on second thought, a better me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-34093046286945806?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/34093046286945806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/34093046286945806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-new-year-for-new-name-new-home-new.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-1546630716038281222</id><published>2010-11-11T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:19:13.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been almost a year since I last posted.  A lot has happened but I expect more to come. In less than two weeks, am about to celebrate my birthday, and few weeks after that, am going to say bye bye to my beloved family name. In retrospect, I'll actually be saying goodbye to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crazy as it may sound, my feelings differ from each day. One day I can just be sad by the thought of leaving my family, but on a different day, I can be both scared and nervous on what can happen and what might not happen. Sometimes I feel a sense of happiness and excitement, and not just because I'll be seeing all my loved ones, but the thought that I'll be marrying the guy that I love (yuccckkk. hahah). But lately, I feel STREEESSSSSEEEDDD!!!! I don't know how I can emphasize it more but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish everything would happen perfectly but in reality, it doesnt. Along the way, there will be mistakes and plans that change. I just got to accept that I have to do the best that I can with what has happened. I have to learn to  stop dwelling on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what has been done&lt;/span&gt; and just focus on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what I still can do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-1546630716038281222?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1546630716038281222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1546630716038281222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-almost-year-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6152688569687294628</id><published>2009-11-29T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:40:05.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 'writing' this down so that I can always have the chance to look back at one of my most memorable moments in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally said 'Yes' :) Now that I think of it, I still can't believe it. Although it would be the next logical step considering that Ervin and I have been together for four years already, if you knew Ervin, he's hard to read and for the most times, never a planner. Add to the fact that he just bought me a laptop, which is expensive already (baka wala na sa budget ang ring). That's why tonight was something I did not expect at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bringing me back home from our movie marathon date, I settled in already in our living room just happily watching PBB and surfing the net. But to my surprise, Manang Selpha called me that Ervin was there again. It was over an hour already since he left so I thought he must have forgotten something.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nahiya pa ako kasi I was already in my pajamas, in my worst pajamas at that. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked from our terrace, there he was singing our theme song (according to him, Iba rin kasi yung song if you'll ask me).  Awww. He was also with with 3 of his best friends (as back up and instruments). I really thought that this was just an early anniv gift, but to my surprise, when i came down, he was holding his laptop (syempre techie pa din) with the most important question: "Will you marry me?". Meron pang choice na Yes or No. haha. I was supposed to "click" my choice, but I was so overwhelmed that I hid from him. I kept telling him if this was a joke, that I hated him (typical kong "I hate youuuuu!" at ang corny nya. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe that this was really happening. But when he found me, and hugged me, I cried from so much happiness and joy. Nasira lang yung moment, nung hindi nya alam which finger he should put the ring on. hehehe. From there, all I could remember was that I kept telling him over and over again if this was a joke, and that I was also crying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya pala ayaw nya nang manood ng 2nd movie because of this.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. He kept telling me that he was feeling sick, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh ako naman, panay bili ng dalandan juice for him&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this, I am looking at the ring he gave me, and up to now, I still could not believe it. Now the question is what's next? And suddenly, I become nervous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6152688569687294628?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6152688569687294628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6152688569687294628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-writing-this-down-so-that-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-52459654941268156</id><published>2009-11-10T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:00:54.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efren Penaflorida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a98470e4e7b39e8/4af91c5a8da0fd9d/4a9847145701a840/abee6c13" id="W4a98470e4e7b39e84af91c5a8da0fd9d" width="304" height="274"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a98470e4e7b39e8/4af91c5a8da0fd9d/4a9847145701a840/abee6c13"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its people like Efren who continues to inspire us. I think I've mentioned a couple of times already how I wanted to become a teacher before. How for a short time, I taught at a public clubhouse for little kids. But now, how, everything seems like a distant memory. Makes me want to go back to school to learn, and then to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there are a lot of Efrens out there, and that I could be one someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-52459654941268156?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/52459654941268156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/52459654941268156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-people-like-efren-who-continues-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6675080387242958763</id><published>2009-11-10T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:29:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ervin says american music is all about S*X. Although I might agree, there songs are definitely catchy, upbeat, and just puts you in a good mood ;) You just can't help but dance :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Guetta ft Akon - Sexy Chick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can see her&lt;br /&gt;Cause every girl in here wanna be her&lt;br /&gt;Oh shes a diva&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same and I wanna meet her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say she low down&lt;br /&gt;Its just a rumor and I don't believe em&lt;br /&gt;They say she needs to slow down&lt;br /&gt;The baddest thing around town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful&lt;br /&gt;The way that booty movin' I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop what i'm doin so I can pull her close&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl&lt;br /&gt;Damn you'se a sexy chick&lt;br /&gt;A sexy chick&lt;br /&gt;Damn you'se a sexy chick&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNTtVAKvVkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNTtVAKvVkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6675080387242958763?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6675080387242958763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6675080387242958763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ervin-says-american-music-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-4722481840125172667</id><published>2009-11-08T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:40:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width:80px; height: 63px;" src="http://pan.fotovista.com/dev/5/5/00033055/l_00033055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;When I started working, one of my first major purchases was my Sony Digital Camera (DSC T20). As this is the case, my camera became very special to me. Sony was my choice since back then it was one of those stylish cameras and i could'nt appreciate how great Canon was.  I guess I valued the aesthetics more than the functionality.  Its been more than 3 years now, and after going with me in several of my travels, and being part of my many adventures in life, unfortunately, its just not the same anymore :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my camera to a friend who betrayed you, I just lost my trust in my camera. I've lost count already of the the times when I failed to capture a special or a priceless moment.  Or when I've lost the sincerity in my smile just waiting to see the flash go off from my cam... all because the damn button won't click, or that the next button won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 94px; height: 63px;" src="http://diglloyd.com/diglloyd/blog-images/2008/07/23/DMC-LX3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;But as much as I'd want to hate my camera, it has served me well, but realistically, I would need to replace him. December is coming up soon, and I'd be visiting a new country soon. This means a lot of photo ops. Just couldnt risk my camera failing on me again. Bye bye my beloved camera, though it would be exciting to buy a new camera. But the question is what do i do with my old one? :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-4722481840125172667?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4722481840125172667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4722481840125172667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-started-working-one-of-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-7549064380861265609</id><published>2009-11-02T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:37:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memorizing and watching all Disney movies when I was young, I knew I'd grew up naive. I thought all love stories were like fairy tales. Boy meets girl, and they'll live happily ever after. But when you get to be in one of those stories, you'll realize that its not easy as how you've read those fairy tales. Prince charming just won't sweep you off your feet, and then just ride into the sunset because truth is, getting to the "End" requires so much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that Love does not only require Love alone. It requires patience, understanding, care, being selfless, and in the process, getting hurt. I guess Disney movies never made an emphasis on the problems that Belle or Ariel could have had after they went with their prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month from now, it will be four years already with the only boyfriend that I've ever had. Of the guys I've met before, he was the only one I could ever see a future with, and when we made it official (as boyfriend and girlfriend), I though that was it. I never realized that in doing so, that I could get hurt this much, or could so much cry for another person. I never even thought that anger could consume me. But if I had the chance, would I want to erase those parts? Probably not. I don't think I could appreciate what we have right now if it weren't for those.  My love story isn't finished yet, and I don't even know how it will end up or even with whom, but I am thankful and appreciative that despite all that has happened,  my story is still with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a few stanzas from one of my favorite poems from Pablo Neruda, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not love you except because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I do not love you except because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I go from loving to not loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;From waiting to not waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart moves from cold to fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you only because it's you the one I love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate you deeply, and hating you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-7549064380861265609?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7549064380861265609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7549064380861265609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/memorizing-and-watching-all-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-5201993448397879938</id><published>2009-10-29T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:15:15.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovebscott.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lovebscott_box_office_disneys_up_060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.lovebscott.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lovebscott_box_office_disneys_up_060109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When (Disney's) UP was shown, I couldn't stop raving about it. I was still crying the following day. I was so into the movie that for almost a month, I was surfing the net for any info about the movie, encouraging everyone to watch it, wishing and hoping Russell was alive (so i could adopt him), watching the UPisodes and downloading them to my phone and well, you get the picture :-) The movie was THAT good. Even thought of stealing a movie poster of UP in Mall of Asia. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that DVD has come out in other countries, I was able to download a clear copy for me to watch the movie again. And as expected, I cried at the same scenes again, and pretty much cemented the movie's place in my top 10 all time movies. The movie is still heartwarming, and charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could lobby this to be an Oscar contender ;) Need to have my UP fix. How come we don't have stores that sell movie posters or movie collectibles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my "financier", I have now my laptop. Last time I had one was back in college. Can i still make a profit out of a broken laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before when I had a laptop, I could post something every two weeks , but when it got broken and work came in, I was lucky if I could even write something in three months. Hopefully, I can now update this diary frequently :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to searching for anything UP over at Ebay :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-5201993448397879938?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5201993448397879938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5201993448397879938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-disneys-up-was-shown-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-7398012543158807121</id><published>2009-08-08T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:57:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a couple of months since I last posted. Hmmm, let's see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting hooked on this game called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/apps/application.php?id=27178406486"&gt;Biotronics&lt;/a&gt; over at Facebook. I'm like in the top 10 all time high scorer. ahem ;) Don't know why its called that but basically its just a clone of bejeweled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was able to drive from Manila - Batangas - Manila. Woohoo. No accidents or scratches on my car. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car now has 2 major gasgas. And its not because of making singit in the streets of manila, but attempting twice to park in our garage. damn!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer is officially over yet somehow, my ex-officemates and I managed to still have a beach getaway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to play poker. I was the last man standing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have carefully planned this out, but finally, my one week leave was approved. Woohoo. Can't wait for September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booked a flight to New York. Hotel costs so much over there. Need a racket! I can be a nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Browsing for a &lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/coach-signature-spotlight"&gt;designer bag&lt;/a&gt; to buy in NY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Searching for a &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/event/1700427F97CC7CFD?artistid=710632&amp;amp;majorcatid=10001&amp;amp;minorcatid=60"&gt;concert&lt;/a&gt; to watch in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been thinking about buying an LX3 since my camera pretty much sucks now. But with all the travel expense, have no choice but to make tiis. oh well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Taiwan project that we've been working on, (the one which caused my weight loss, and root cause of my LQs)  is almost over. Hope i didnt jinxed it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played badminton with my teammates. Hope this becomes a weekly thing. I need the exercise. Lampayatot na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Major shopping. Didnt realized that my credit card bill was almost 35k!! Must practice discipline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching up on past seasons of &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/"&gt;How I met your mother&lt;/a&gt; during late nights  are the best , but waking up afterwards for office is the worst feeling. First thing that comes to my mind is EL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was on Cory-mode. I joined hundreds in going to Ayala Ave just to pay tribute to Pres. Cory, watched Cory specials on TV and even searched for YouTube -Cory-related-videos. Who would forget this line added with an image of a sobbing Kris? " I lied to you, it will take a lifetime for us to be okay"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And before I knew it,  the -BER months are almost here.  This signals that I'm about to get a year older soon :( But no worries,  I know better things are yet to come :) *fingers crossed*&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/6775821-7398012543158807121?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7398012543158807121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7398012543158807121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-couple-of-months-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8422761186017488796</id><published>2009-05-28T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:57:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am i different? or is it just that everyone is the same? &lt;/span&gt;Until now, I haven't seen Pacquiao's latest knockout match nor have I seen any of  Hayden's videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i care.  I just don't like it when I can't relate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8422761186017488796?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8422761186017488796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8422761186017488796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-different-or-is-it-just-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-54432627416277614</id><published>2009-05-19T00:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:27:23.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulilit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/ShGQ3YWkyXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UgKkirSGNzw/s1600-h/bulilit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/ShGQ3YWkyXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UgKkirSGNzw/s320/bulilit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337206314515089778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its past midnight, and I can't get this "song" out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulilit bulilit sanay sa masikip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung kumilos kumilos ang liit liit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, because of a lot of time spent at work, I haven't heard of this commercial until last week. Kar had to emphasize how "napaglumaan" na ako for not knowing this ad. She even had to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLS-ipMaIsE"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; it for me. But now that I know of it, I can't stop singing it. I couldnt care less when I had to re-enact the kid (complete with background song), in the mall  just so my friend would understand what I was singing about. That kid is just too cute for words!! Heard she's (at first I thought she was a boy) already in Going Bulilit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that show, I just loooooveee cute-chubby-lovable kids. Hope this might not sound weird, but before I lost my phone, I used to have videos of my favorite kids.  It just makes me smile watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.tvrage.com/people_galleries/64/191206/56090_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 91px;" src="http://images.tvrage.com/people_galleries/64/191206/56090_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. 1 on my list is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since I saw him at SCQ, I couldnt stop gushing about him. Once you see him, you can't help but try to pinch his cheeks. I wanted to meet him so badly, I even asked Ervin to take me to an ABS-CBN tour in hopes of running into him.  That's how I love this kid to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.twelve-thirteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/abs-cbn-kung-fu-kids-chubbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 93px;" src="http://blog.twelve-thirteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/abs-cbn-kung-fu-kids-chubbs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, and he's like a mini me of Aaron, only a little bit sosyal is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chubby&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chubbs&lt;/span&gt; (to make it even cuter). See how they even have the same open- mouth expression? I've never been a fan of any primetime shows, but for this kid, I had to find any online video resource just to catch an episode of Kung Fu Kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fliiby.com/images/_thumbs/me_hps45ad2xp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://fliiby.com/images/_thumbs/me_hps45ad2xp1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not definitely not the least is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cha Jae Doo&lt;/span&gt;,  an online discovery. When I saw this kid, I had to share his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypN0psyq5Ac"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; to everyone. He was my status in YM, uploaded his video over at Multiply, saved myself a copy for my phone (to show it again to everyone). I don't care if some would tell me he's gay. I think they're just jealous since he's just so adorable, not to mention talented. His dance can always put a smile on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawwww. See? Just writing about this post made my whole day a lot better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-54432627416277614?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/54432627416277614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/54432627416277614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-past-midnight-and-i-cant-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/ShGQ3YWkyXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UgKkirSGNzw/s72-c/bulilit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-364778271621354358</id><published>2009-05-18T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:18:54.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chucktv.net/images/chuckrenewed_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://chucktv.net/images/chuckrenewed_icon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE!!! After so many days of being sick, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwera usog, knock on wood&lt;/span&gt;), I'm almost feeling 100% better. A little pale, but slowly, my rosy cheeks are coming back.  haha! So many things to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beloved Chuck gets renewed for the 3rd Season!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new cellphone. Not exactly the girly phone that I want, but at least, its free ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No work for 3 days!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But of course, when I get back, I know I'll have loads of work to and credit card bills to pay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya dapat sulitin ko to&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-364778271621354358?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/364778271621354358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/364778271621354358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeeee-after-so-many-days-of-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6639392548540774424</id><published>2009-05-14T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:26:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SgvUMMZx1DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NLU31GRPIYA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SgvUMMZx1DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NLU31GRPIYA/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335591489503351858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my mom bought a power juicer (similar to what we see in juice bars), every morning, we wake up to the sound of the juicer, while she thinks of different fruit combinations. Actually, its not just limited to fruits but to vegetables as well. Who drinks pure broccoli juice? Well, my mom does. EEECCCKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, she forced me to drink carrot-pineapple juice, and now, orange-apple. While the latter didn't taste that bad, the former did. I had to cover my nose to drink the whole glass since I'm not very fond of carrots.  As you can tell, I'm very choosy when it comes to my fruits and vegetables.  I can only eat mangoes if they are cold or frozen, while I can't stand the sight or the smell of papaya, durian, or avocados. I remember when I was a kid, my dad paid me 100 just to take a slice of papaya, and since it was money, I took it. But in the end, I still lost it, because I ended up throwing up. That's how much I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm sick with colds and cough, I'm willing to "try" to drink my mom's latest "concoctions" if it will make me feel better. Just as long as it does'nt have papaya or brocolli!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6639392548540774424?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6639392548540774424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6639392548540774424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ever-since-my-mom-bought-power-juicer.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SgvUMMZx1DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NLU31GRPIYA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2862582882299107435</id><published>2009-05-11T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:42:40.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took my car for the first time on the road. From Mall of Asia (parked in reverse!) to Sucat (heavy traffic!), it was no sweat, but more of tears. Hahaha. I was so worried, and scared that I might hit something or someone that I surprisingly cried, when we went inside the motorcycle-filled multinational village in Paranaque. Luckily, even though I was so mad at Ervin for pointing me to this "short cut" and while sobbing, and cursing (tsk! tsk!) in between, we got to our destination safely. Even my dad was impressed at me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I found out that my car's a killer. A cat killer to be exact. When my dad asked to borrow my car, he thought my car didn't sound right. Uh-oh! As it turned out, somehow, a cat got inside the machine. And when my dad started the car, it got ripped by the fan (sorry not into motor parts), and some of the cat's body parts got stuck causing the noise that my dad heard. Sad but kinda gross too :( And when my dad cleaned everything, a kitten went in. Fortunately, this time, it escaped the evil clutch of my car &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2862582882299107435?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2862582882299107435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2862582882299107435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-my-car-for-first-time-on-road.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-7154913403779372418</id><published>2009-05-02T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:07:52.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/span&gt; is back! Got the chills when I saw this. I couldn't help but reminisce and be excited at the same time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/30516690#30516690" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="339"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); margin-top: 5px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&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/6775821-7154913403779372418?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7154913403779372418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7154913403779372418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-doubt-is-back-got-chills-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6705746153816777406</id><published>2009-04-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:29:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise God! :) &lt;/span&gt;My ate finally had an ultra sound, and the baby has a heartbeat and is healthy. :) Finally saw my pamangkin, and I could'nt help but cry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang ako yung mommy eh.&lt;/span&gt;  I just could'nt contain my tears that my mom told me to stay away from Ate Marge. haha.  Because despite everything, my ate still has to be extra cautious cause the doctor says that it would be better if my ate reaches her third month without any spottings.  This means, a month long of bed rest still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything will be okay. I can't wait to see my inaanak :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6705746153816777406?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6705746153816777406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6705746153816777406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-god-my-ate-finally-had-ultra.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8913700815360210210</id><published>2009-04-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:56:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA3MzI4NDkzOTAmcHQ9MTI*MDczMjg1NjM*MyZwPTI2ODg5MSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*1MTlhM2RhNWVjZGQ*MzkzYTk2ZTcwYTU*ZTViZjBhMiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/swf/embedplayer.swf" flashvars="video=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/lg/CHICKEN_ALA_CARTE.flv&amp;m=1081&amp;u=0&amp;thumb=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/thumbnails/lg/1081.jpg&amp;sURL=http://www.cultureunplugged.com&amp;title=Chicken a la Carte&amp;from=Ferdinand Dimadura" width="400" height="300" quality="high" salign="b" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="cultureUnpluggedPlayer" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:5px;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a la Carte" target="_blank"&gt;View this movie at cultureunplugged.com&lt;/a&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/6775821-8913700815360210210?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8913700815360210210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8913700815360210210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/view-this-movie-at-cultureunplugged.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2839796484359849622</id><published>2009-04-21T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:51:46.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how late it is, I'll always have time for bububear (over at Pet Society). Weeeeeeee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2839796484359849622?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2839796484359849622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2839796484359849622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-matter-how-late-it-is-ill-always.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-223006076115897338</id><published>2009-04-18T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:57:58.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l-o-v-e'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been the outspoken one, but for twice in a row, Ervin raised his voice on me. I could count the times in my  hand that Ervin did that to me before, for more than 3 years of being together. If before I would reason out, or even try to turn the tables on him, this time, I think it would be better to just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was worse than ever. The earliest that I could leave was at 1 am. And all those times, Ervin would wait for me. And I can't blame him for being upset. During the times that I would call him cause I thought I could leave for work already, a new thing comes up, and as it turned out, I would'nt be able to leave yet. And with Ervin waiting, I know I should call but my stupid phone either has no batt or has no signal, or worse,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I would just completely forget about him&lt;/span&gt;. I know waiting sucks but worse of all is waiting for someone and you don't know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I made Ervin wait for more than 3 hours :( That's twice now. I know I'm a bad girlfriend. But what I appreciate about Ervin so much is that after everything, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sasabihin lang nya&lt;/span&gt; that I should have called and maybe I should resign already (for the x times already), and afterwards, would just give me a comforting hug :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaayy.&lt;/span&gt; If I was in his place, I would really make you feel how mad I am for as long as I can. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nakaka-guilty pa tuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If before I would complain how opposites we are, maybe its also the reason why we've lasted this long. And if I before I would constantly remind him how lucky he is to have me, the truth is, I'm the lucky one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-223006076115897338?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/223006076115897338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/223006076115897338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-always-been-outspoken-one-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2892170920998016696</id><published>2009-04-13T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:45:54.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferrari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I have a baby. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang hirap magkaroon ng sariling car&lt;/span&gt;. Its like every week, my dad announces that I have something to pay for again! Insurance, Maintenance, Cleaning, and the list goes on. I haven't even started driving on my own!!! Pero just like a parent, every time I see my car, I still can't believe I already have one na :) After almost 5 years of begging, sulking, even crying, and most importantly, saving up, I finally have one kaya I guess its okay, as long as this won't last forever :) I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super tipid mode ako ngayon kaya&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually my sister and I ride the bus going to the office, and being the elder one, I always took the initiative to pay for both our fares. But since I was in tipid mode, I didnt bring out my wallet even if the conductor was already near. I wanted to make my sister feel that she should pay instead considering that she knows my financial situation. Pero NOOOOOO!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Andyan na yung konduktor&lt;/span&gt;, no wallet in sight from my sister.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Olats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;, and to the words of my daddy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry na lang ako at mas matigas si Kar&lt;/span&gt; :-$ In other words, I still paid for the both of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bilib ako!! &lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SeM_KSV_wiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qjaryoq-IKw/s1600-h/1745_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SeM_KSV_wiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qjaryoq-IKw/s200/1745_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324168630437397026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of my car, I just bought (well Ervin did) one of those ferrari model cars (250 GTO) from Shell last week. Sooooo Cuuuuttee!!! He actually bought it for my nephew but I stole it instead. Sama ko. Heheh. Cute nya super, and am going to display it in my car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a promo from Shell which runs from April 6 up to May 17. All you have to do is gas up at Shell and with a min purchase of 500 pesos, you can already You can choose from 1 of the  7  Gran Turismo Ferrari models for 120 pesos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2892170920998016696?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2892170920998016696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2892170920998016696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-i-have-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SeM_KSV_wiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qjaryoq-IKw/s72-c/1745_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-3093726146460893604</id><published>2009-04-12T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:39:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;. I miss Ervin :(  Its usually me who travels and when I do, excited ako, and not a care in the world after. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas mahirap pala pag ikaw ang naiiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-3093726146460893604?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3093726146460893604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3093726146460893604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8071088773829569825</id><published>2009-04-11T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:08:15.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2eHHmBm_pY/SchD8oEpxxI/AAAAAAAACeE/65kR7qGmiNo/s400/t2-tenement-2-poster.jp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2eHHmBm_pY/SchD8oEpxxI/AAAAAAAACeE/65kR7qGmiNo/s400/t2-tenement-2-poster.jp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psst! Psst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally got to watch T2 today, whose trailer seems to be shown every 10 minutes over at channel 2. Aside from my penchant for scary and horror movies, Star Cinema has delivered these kind of movies (Feng Shui, Sukob) that in fairness, made me scream a couple of times (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or matatakutin lang ako?&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, while I did manage to scream (in embarassment) in the first part of the movie, the ending spoiled it for me. You wouldnt expect that after all the nerve wracking scenes and after all the pains that the lead characters went through, the solution was that simple. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to Eric Fructouso who was great in the movie, while Derek Ramsey was soo guwapoo!! He's so manly that you'll feel protected when you're with him. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least we were able to drag daddy to this movie, and that my family was able to support a local movie;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8071088773829569825?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8071088773829569825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8071088773829569825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/psst-psst-so-we-finally-got-to-watch-t2.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2eHHmBm_pY/SchD8oEpxxI/AAAAAAAACeE/65kR7qGmiNo/s72-c/t2-tenement-2-poster.jp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-787618196425631968</id><published>2009-04-10T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:02:39.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawson&apos;s Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Dawson's Creek&lt;/span&gt; ended (sniff! sniff!) , I never got hooked or  religiously followed another show. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; could have been that show but somehow it lost its luster after season 1. Until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; came.  No matter how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puyat&lt;/span&gt; I can be, somehow I can still have the energy to wait for my download(s) to finish, and still watch it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gossip-girl.it/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gossip_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.gossip-girl.it/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gossip_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both shows are different in context, but are the same in providing entertaining, and amusing stories. While Gossip Girl thrives on the latest fashion and scandals, Chuck provides the funniest story lines esp for Geeks out there.  I'd even vouch my remaining 100 peso bill that these shows are great! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0dQwkf9Zjg/RwgefqC0AhI/AAAAAAAAFJE/-jwGgnf_oc4/s400/chuck_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0dQwkf9Zjg/RwgefqC0AhI/AAAAAAAAFJE/-jwGgnf_oc4/s400/chuck_ver2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, it seems that Chuck might not get renewed for the next season. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! How could America not love this good hearted and funny Geek!?! Not to mention, finding out if he and Sarah can have a happy ending.  If this show gets cancelled,  something is definitely wrong with this world!! Haayy I wish I could do something like make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welga&lt;/span&gt; in front of NBC :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/Sd8K2Bs4k0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wSA2dG3GFE8/s1600-h/Chuck_WatchBuyShareWrite_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/Sd8K2Bs4k0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wSA2dG3GFE8/s200/Chuck_WatchBuyShareWrite_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322985207861121858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-787618196425631968?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/787618196425631968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/787618196425631968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-since-dawsons-creek-ended-sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0dQwkf9Zjg/RwgefqC0AhI/AAAAAAAAFJE/-jwGgnf_oc4/s72-c/chuck_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8890898234256528981</id><published>2009-04-09T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:05:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of going home early from work yesterday and I did. Unfortunately, it turned out to be too early for next day. Going home at 3 am sucks! But at least I find my new bag waiting for me at my room! :) Yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I was filing my overtime and I can't believe how much time I spend at the office.  The average time I spend at work is 13 hours. No wonder even if I eat 2 cups of rice, I never get fat! And If before I was too dyahe to file my overtime work, I have come to realize that it will help fund my travels :) But though work sucks, at least I get to work with the nicest people. It sure takes the stress away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to my May travels. I finally get to go to Vigan and revisit Hundred Islands and LaUnion! Weee! I mean, all I did was to drop by Ervin's office and suddenly I get invited to their Road trip. Yeheeeyy!! Matuloy na rin sana yung forever planned Pinatubo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best news of all is that am going to be a Tita, or to be exact, a Ninang ulit. Ate Marge's pregnant na!!! :) I can't wait to see my pamangkin / inaanak! :) She/ He will be so LOOOOOVVEEED!!! (I'm getting teary eyed na just writing this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8890898234256528981?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8890898234256528981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8890898234256528981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-thinking-of-going-home-early-from.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6883044853218462354</id><published>2009-04-06T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:31:49.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizzeria Pronto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/Sd64nsLvVgI/AAAAAAAAADs/XRS1mB_iy-A/s1600-h/IMG_0354_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/Sd64nsLvVgI/AAAAAAAAADs/XRS1mB_iy-A/s200/IMG_0354_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894801613313538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite loves, is eating. I guess its kinda obvious if you know me. Just don't ask me why i don't get fat cause up to now, I still do not know. Anyway, I just wanted to write this entry for one of the best not-known restaurants out there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizzeria Pronto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw this  little, cozy restaurant in SM Bicutan was way back in March.  We didnt even want to enter at first. As most would probably think, the number of diners would be a good gauge on how good the restaurant is. But during that time, we could only see a couple. But nevertheless since I was craving for pasta, we still tried it out. And I'm so happy that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerating when I say that their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Parmigiana and Pasta combo&lt;/span&gt; is the best! Chicken fillet is cooked just right, with the chicken meat still juicy, while the coating is a bit crunchy. Topped of with their delicious tomato sauce and cheese, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare I say that this is better than those expensive restaurants like Itallianni's?&lt;/span&gt; Their pasta is also a great partner to the Chicken Parmagiana as its texture is perfection. You'll know that it is only cooked only upon your order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I LOVE LOVE LOVE their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mussels (in tomato sauce) &lt;/span&gt;as appetizer. This appetizer is so gooood, that I forgot its exact name on the menu. hahha! But promise, you'd want this as your appetizer, or as your main dish, and even as partner to your pasta. Its so good that I can sometimes get a little bit selfish when I can see that Ervin is eating more mussels than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is a lack of good ambience in this restaurant, their food (not to mention their price), makes up for this. I wouldnt mind coming back to this restaurant again and again. Trust me, I  already did  a couple of hours ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pizzeria Pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd Level Building A&lt;br /&gt; SM City Bicutan&lt;br /&gt;Doña Soledad Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Brgy. Don Bosco&lt;br /&gt;Parañaque, Metro Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6775821-6883044853218462354?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6883044853218462354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6883044853218462354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-my-favorite-loves-is-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/Sd64nsLvVgI/AAAAAAAAADs/XRS1mB_iy-A/s72-c/IMG_0354_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-3801041931337106292</id><published>2009-03-30T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:07:58.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who still watches Rambo!?! Well, apparently my dad does. He even bought a DVD :-{ And so I mocked and teased my dad about that fact. Well I guess to pay me back, he called me into his room, telling me that I should watch this particular scene from the movie. I though it was a typical action scene where the lead action star (Rambo), shoots every guy (in true military style) that comes his way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero Hindi!!!&lt;/span&gt; Its a scene where Rambo slits, slices or whatever you call it, the stomach of this guy (almost in slow motion) . GRRROOOOOSSS TOO THE MAX!!!! AS IN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, who would want to watch Rambo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-3801041931337106292?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3801041931337106292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3801041931337106292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-still-watches-rambo-well-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-5933676113247906609</id><published>2009-03-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:42:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang saya mag-absent at magbabad lang sa internet &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-5933676113247906609?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5933676113247906609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5933676113247906609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-saya-mag-absent-at-magbabad-lang-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-1773092311459092881</id><published>2009-03-24T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:47:02.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel April is going to be one hectic, and busy month. For some reason, it always is, especially when I'm planning to travel the following month. Not to mention that I'll be broke (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not poor as Jusap would say&lt;/span&gt;) for the said month since I'll be paying my mom 40% already for payment for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can still have time to reflect and serve for Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the good side of being busy is that it allows me to think of things that would make me happy, so that I can (must!) try to squeeze it into my busy days. Just so I'd feel that I'm not totally a slave for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally drive my own car! (But first get a non pro license and learn automatic)&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan for upcoming trip with xtin and friend (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para may ma-daydream ako during ofc hours&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Reward myself with a nice bag (the one that I've been looking for since forever)&lt;br /&gt;4. Renew my 'license' as Church lector/speaker&lt;br /&gt;5. Write to my sponsored child (its a girl this time!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy a new phone (courtesy of ♥)&lt;br /&gt;7. Try out one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conquer Pinatubo&lt;/span&gt; treks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, not all of these things come for free. As I am broke for this month, and that I find shopping therapeutic, I have to find some ways to limit my spendings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't buy back issues of my fave magazines [Cost: P200]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to eat breakfast at home, so i won't have to eat my lunch as breakfast in the office. (Gulo ba?) [cost: P80 per day]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my own Mani and Pedis [cost: P300 per service]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride the bus instead of taxi if its not yet past 10 [cost: P110]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Limit myself to going to malls&lt;/span&gt; (Must not succumb to temptation!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [cost: Priceless!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I follow these things, I could probably save up enough peso to join one of those Pinatubo treks.  But of course, that remains to be seen :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya&lt;/span&gt;, super Good Luck will power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-1773092311459092881?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1773092311459092881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1773092311459092881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-feel-april-is-going-to-be-one.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-570573263280026780</id><published>2009-03-20T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:51:29.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If its not too bold to say, I think I can drive well already :) But then on second thought, how come I can sense my instructor, Manny and Ervin holding their breaths whenever I'm making a U-Turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Manny, I'm lucky to have him as my driving instructor. After 5 minutes of teaching me the basics of driving, he basically just told me to drive already in Makati (!), but instead of feeling nervous and scared, he made funny jokes that helped ease my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digg.com/movies/Iskul_Bukol_Reunion/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://digg.com/movies/Iskul_Bukol_Reunion/t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my last driving class, and as a way of saying thanks, I bought Kuya Manny this cute shirt (with Tito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vic&lt;/span&gt; and Joey as design). Gets? Hehe.  Bought the shirt from my favorite manong Guard as a way of helping him as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-570573263280026780?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/570573263280026780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/570573263280026780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-its-not-too-bold-to-say-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-5493288422170010118</id><published>2009-03-14T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:29:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought going home at 1 am in my previous company would be the worse, but I thought wrong.  Yesterday topped that when I got to spend almost 24 hours (!!!) in AIU. Unfortunately, despite the hours, we were not even able to release the build, and had to come back again the following day (well technically, a few hours after).   The only consolation was that at least my teammates were fun to work with. When I feel stressed out, it helps when i still get to smile or laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, all of this is over already (I hope so).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya bumawi ako today&lt;/span&gt; :)  I was able to get my student's License, drive in Makati (yes naman!!) , watch a movie (see related post), get some facial, and best of all, I got to do some serious shopping :) Ervin even treated me to a comfy shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Bonus for today was finding out the ticket that I purchased for my Cambodia trip was discounted. Woohoo!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the kind of busy that I like! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-5493288422170010118?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5493288422170010118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5493288422170010118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-going-home-at-1-am-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2673969370283934065</id><published>2009-03-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:48:21.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam Neeson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefilmassassins.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/taken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 204px;" src="http://thefilmassassins.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/taken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't heard of this movie until Ervin told me this morning. Shocks, ganun na ba ako ka-busy sa work. I'm supposed to be the one updating Ervin about this things! Good thing he did because I LURVE THIS MOVIE!!! :) Liam Neeson's character is a one bad a** killing machine!! :) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story is basically about a retired secret agent named Brian Mills, and his mission to save his estranged and only daughter, who has been kidnapped in Paris and is forced into the slave trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well instead of Bryan calling the police for help (which is the realistic thing to do), he resorts to his skills and just goes on a killing spree on everyone connected to his daughter's kidnapping. Medyo Over but that's what makes this movie cool!!  Who would have thought that Liam Neeson could be this action star, and get to deliver this famous lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know you who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for a ransom, I can tell you, I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills acquired over a very long career in the shadows, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you. And I will kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang over diba! Hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2673969370283934065?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2673969370283934065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2673969370283934065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-heard-of-this-movie-until.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-388867261083797613</id><published>2009-03-09T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:05:18.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andrescarstronics.net/images/Mazda-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 73px;" src="http://andrescarstronics.net/images/Mazda-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHH***TTTTTTTT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya saya ko!!! Thankyou Lord. Thankyou Mommy and Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the best days of my life. I can't stop crying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-388867261083797613?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/388867261083797613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/388867261083797613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/shhhtttttttt-ang-saya-saya-ko-thankyou.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-1243983566999048922</id><published>2009-03-08T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:42:43.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheesung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craig David'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though I think the Korean version is cuter, this is my feel-good song of the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia - Craig David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd fall in love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;But it grew from a simple crush, crush, crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;Being without you girl, I was all messed up, up, up, up&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out, said that you'd had enough-nough-nough-nough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool, girl I know&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember telling my boys that I'd never fall in love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;You used to think I'd never find a girl I could trust, trust, trust, trust&lt;br /&gt;And then you walked into my life and it was all about us, us, us, us&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm sitting here thinking I messed the whole thing up, up, up, up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool (fool), girl I know (know)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time (time), you'll change your mind (mind)&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more)&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before (Because it)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah (Ah), Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i just can't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels like I've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;It's getting way too deep&lt;br /&gt;And i know that it's love because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more)&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-1243983566999048922?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1243983566999048922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1243983566999048922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/though-i-think-korean-version-is-cuter.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2090425372056774218</id><published>2009-03-08T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:53:26.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"We are the Eraserheads"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ely said those words, I couldnt help but feel a chill. Grabe, maski more than 3 hours kaming nakatayo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was all worth it&lt;/span&gt; :-) Though they didnt play, "Huwag Kang Matakot", hearing "Spolarium" and "Huling El Bimbo" surely made up for it. I can't help but feel all nostalgic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, it was "Huling El Bimbo" which should have been their finale song (the feeling was bittersweet, na teary-eyed ako), but then a few minutes after the concert ended, with lot of people on their way to the exit already, here comes Raymond telling everyone "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabitin ba kayo&lt;/span&gt;?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super I can't describe the feeling. Right there and there, the band plays 3 more songs. 3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; happy &lt;/span&gt;songs:  Ligaya /Sembreak/Toyang. And the happiness and excitement lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S ang gwapo ni ely with his guy eyeliner ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2090425372056774218?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2090425372056774218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2090425372056774218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-eraserheads-when-ely-said-those.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8981391579454281874</id><published>2009-02-26T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:21:46.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Doubt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/span&gt; is Back and is going on Tour!!! and with Paramore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (but only in the U.S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cryyyyyy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8981391579454281874?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8981391579454281874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8981391579454281874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-doubt-is-back-and-is-going-on-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8348812224495564118</id><published>2009-02-22T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:24:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the many t.v shows this morning, I got to watch for the first time a show called,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I Propose &lt;/span&gt;(?) . Its a reality show that features how aguy (or girl?) plans, and carries out his wedding proposal.  I guess I went on finishing the whole episode because the couple featured was very charming, plus it helps that it was very endearing to see how the guy loved his girlfriend so much. And before I knew it, my dad was watching the show with me as well. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the proposal part, I could'nt help but cry. On that moment, you could see how the couple loved each other so much. But just when I thought I was corny and too sappy, I saw my dad wiping his tears as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is an example out of the hundred things that my dad and I bond over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gets na nila san ako nag-mana ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8348812224495564118?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8348812224495564118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8348812224495564118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-many-t.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8748489357647321759</id><published>2009-02-06T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:05:41.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Maki'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYFRMKAI/AAAAAAAAADU/zQkWTSPxKFc/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYFRMKAI/AAAAAAAAADU/zQkWTSPxKFc/s200/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299704733727729666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;An ode to my favorite fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYJR-FtI/AAAAAAAAADE/IPPnW_x8jzU/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYJR-FtI/AAAAAAAAADE/IPPnW_x8jzU/s200/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299704734804743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYHhKPXI/AAAAAAAAADM/OYOZkwSs-lQ/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYHhKPXI/AAAAAAAAADM/OYOZkwSs-lQ/s200/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299704734331583858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVX4tfJ-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ObzARGk0I14/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVX4tfJ-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ObzARGk0I14/s200/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299704730356754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVX3rEajI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w6mSKI_JLRw/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVX3rEajI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w6mSKI_JLRw/s200/DSC00759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299704730078177842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day is when I can have my 8pc California Maki and 6pc Tonkatsu Maki :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8748489357647321759?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8748489357647321759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8748489357647321759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ode-to-my-favorite-fast-food-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYxVYFRMKAI/AAAAAAAAADU/zQkWTSPxKFc/s72-c/DSC00765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8221706242015752475</id><published>2009-02-05T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:55:17.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7-eleven'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come when you want to save some money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to be invited for dinners / lunch outs, and go anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See expensive things you want to buy, and you feel /think that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malls go on sale, and you still shop (you reason out to yourself that you deserve it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get cravings for your not-so-cheap favorite food.  And as as a result, you indulge yourself to it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my case, as my friends know me, I'm grumpy when I'm hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to pamper yourself to beauty treatments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This coming friday, I don't care if its Lunch-out day, am just going to have to satisfy myself to a Beef Kaldereta from 7-eleven. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damage?&lt;/span&gt; 49 pesos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8221706242015752475?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8221706242015752475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8221706242015752475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-come-when-you-want-to-save-some.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2498026348163279166</id><published>2009-02-01T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:40:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not very fond of vampire movies, cause I feel like they're all the same anyways. So when Ervin wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://www.entertheunderworld.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Underworld: Rise of the Lycans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I had to drag myself to the movie house, cause all of my tactics/ distractions already failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/underworld_rise_of_the_lycans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/underworld_rise_of_the_lycans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, the movie is a prequel to the Underworld series of film, which previously starred Kate Beckinsale. And when I found out that she was not even on it, I prepared myself for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't elaborate anymore on the story because like I've said, vampire movies are all the same. This one happened to just throw in some werewolves as a plus. But since my mind was not wandering anywhere else while watching the movie,  I think I  liked (not loved) the movie. Story was consistent and Effects were not too shabby either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I have a love/hate thing to prequels, cause it either gives you another layer, or understanding to the original movie, or it can just plainly destroy how great the original movie was. But for this movie, I'd say it was a good move :) Movie's got gore, suspense, a love story, and plenty of fight scenes, perfect this Valentine's. Go Figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2498026348163279166?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2498026348163279166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2498026348163279166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-very-fond-of-vampire-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6537323160458544418</id><published>2009-01-31T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:26:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The best of us can find happiness in misery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taken from Fall out Boy's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't Care&lt;/span&gt;, I'd like to interpret that line as my way of saying its time for me to travel again. haha. Been working for 15 hours each day lately at work, but despite the stress,  it gives me an excuse to find something to look forward to. And for my case, to travel. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, PAL is offering 50% off on their Miles Redemption on selected countries. While its very tempting to try out a new country like Japan, or Taipei, it kills me that I still need a visa to go to these countries.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hassle super! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero since ang kulit ko, and though I'm not really thrilled with the choices left, I'd still want to use this promo :) Which one kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;Kaso super scary daw to..Its like Mindanao. Although I can always go to Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I never enjoyed singapore. :( Add to the fact that everything is expensive there. But on the positive side, I can always visit some of my closest friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;Na naman! :( Though I can go to Cambodia from Ho Chi Mhin, when I think of all the great sites to see in Cambodia, i feel it would be better experienced if I was with a loved one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Macau&lt;br /&gt;Parang ayoko muna ng anything related with China. hehe Although I'd love to revisit their churches again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, Eh kung wag na lang kaya? hahah :) Maybe I should just look forward to Fall out boy's concert this coming Feb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/6775821-6537323160458544418?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6537323160458544418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6537323160458544418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-us-can-find-happiness-in-misery.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-9068944396963611456</id><published>2009-01-26T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:37:55.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kung Hei Fat Choi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imageenvision.com/md/stock_photography/hungry_brown_hound_dog_cartoon_character_holding_a_knife_and_fork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.imageenvision.com/md/stock_photography/hungry_brown_hound_dog_cartoon_character_holding_a_knife_and_fork.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am i stressed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero parang hindi naman cause I still can laugh during work hours. But lately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;super duper&lt;/span&gt; ang appetite ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm constantly trying to gain weight, its never been to a point that I order 2 coke floats in a day, or eat rice during merienda, on top of eating 2 cups of rice for Lunch. And whenever there's a dull moment at office, my thoughts go to what I will eat next.  It came to a point that while hearing Holy Mass, all I could think of was what would be our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy. Sayang lang yung target ko of trying to save money until my next salary. Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope this one isn't true&lt;/span&gt;. Got this from &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/"&gt;Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;, who then got it from &lt;a href="http://thefashpack.blogspot.com/2009/01/kong-hei-fat-choi.html"&gt;Fashpack&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac’s Nature:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal, honest, discreet, helpful, dependable, devoted, dignified, respectful, attentive, philosophical, bashful, cynical, not very adventurous, responsible, sensitive, practical, deep sense of justice, moral, trustworthy and imaginative. They are trustworthy and generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are in conflict with the Oxen, so their luck is down this year. They should know that this is a tough year for them and they will face many challenges and obstacles at work. It is not a good year for them to change careers. They have to keep low profile. It is important that don’t take any risk to challenge the law and instead try to be patient and humble to avoid any conflict with their superiors. They should be brave to face challenges and strive vigorously to improve themselves. Money luck is promising. They will have reasonable profit in investments, but not from gambling or risky ventures. Apart from this, they should keep in mind that they should not rely on others too much. It is not a fortunate year for them in love matters; they are quite emotional and sensitive this year. Dogs should be active in social gatherings and communicate more with friends. Single Dogs should pay attention to the people around them; they might have unexpected surprise in love affairs. For those have been dating for a certain time, it is the best year to get married. Due to the influence of the conflict star, Dogs will be so stressed at work. They have to beware of headaches and digestive problems. It is important to do more exercise to keep away from sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-9068944396963611456?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/9068944396963611456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/9068944396963611456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-stressed-out-pero-parang-hindi.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2613138316508976880</id><published>2009-01-25T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:57:00.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've pretty much accomplished what I had to do for today :) Was able to go to the office (overtime work), finally had my nails done, ate at a new restaurant (pasta!), and attended my dear friend, Camille's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the party, one of her guests was our high school friend who after graduating, suddenly went blind. Sad, but surprisingly true. We never really had the chance to be more than just acquaintances, but from what I know of her, she was always the kalog, fun type. And to be honest, when I saw how she was, I felt somewhat depressed, and disturbed. Who would have thought that someone like her, who had so much potential (she was an Architect), would lose it all. But I do believe that God, though sometimes we do not understand his ways, is always good. True enough, right by her side, always guiding her, was her boyfriend since college. He never left her even when she became blind, and turned him away.  He never gave up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she lost her sight, God offered her another sense of sight (through her boyfriend), and more importantly, a true and a loving heart to take care of her.  That is the kind of story that are rare now to see. In a sense, it is still a happy ending after all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2613138316508976880?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2613138316508976880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2613138316508976880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-ive-pretty-much-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6846049417390998895</id><published>2009-01-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:25:00.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major LSS. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pokerface - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays&lt;br /&gt;Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)&lt;br /&gt;Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start&lt;br /&gt;And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my,&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;br /&gt;(She's got to love nobody)&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;br /&gt;(She's got to love nobody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;br /&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;br /&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;br /&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be&lt;br /&gt;A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it)&lt;br /&gt;Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun&lt;br /&gt;And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my,&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;br /&gt;(She's got to love nobody)&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;Can't read my&lt;br /&gt;No he can't read my poker face&lt;br /&gt;(She's got to love nobody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;br /&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;br /&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;br /&gt;(Mum mum mum mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or hug you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning&lt;br /&gt;Just like a chick in the casino&lt;br /&gt;Take your bank before I pay you out&lt;br /&gt;I promise this, promise this&lt;br /&gt;Check this hand cause I'm marvelous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6846049417390998895?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6846049417390998895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6846049417390998895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/major-lss.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-1554955672292411870</id><published>2009-01-09T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:31:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SWYqEp9fvhI/AAAAAAAAACI/nMGma27vlqc/s1600-h/2576895007_6016064614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SWYqEp9fvhI/AAAAAAAAACI/nMGma27vlqc/s200/2576895007_6016064614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961071864856082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maski wala na akong ma-save&lt;/span&gt;, just as long as I can travel, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super happy na ako&lt;/span&gt; :) And am happy to say that i got to fulfill one of my Last year's resolutions, which was to travel as much as I could, or should I say afford to :) I was fortunate enough to visit a country i haven't been to, a city in Visayas, and re-visited 2 of my favorite countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, since libre lang naman ang mangarap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope to finally go to Boracay. Feeling ko ako na lng hindi nakakapunta dito :(&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit a City in Mindanao (Calling Julie, Xtin)&lt;br /&gt;3. Get to go to Japan (Alone or with my Guy Friends) or Korea (with my Family)&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel Alone to a foreign Country. (Kaya ko kaya? )&lt;br /&gt;5.  Visit Jenny in Singapore (with Ceci, Janix and Ms. Vienna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, mukhang mahal na yata to. hahaha. Hopefully, I can cut back on my un-necessary spendings (sabi kasi ni ervin, lagi na lng daw ako may kailangan. hehe) , follow my excel file, use my Miles, and most importantly, to keep my job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2009! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-1554955672292411870?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1554955672292411870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1554955672292411870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/maski-wala-na-akong-ma-save-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SWYqEp9fvhI/AAAAAAAAACI/nMGma27vlqc/s72-c/2576895007_6016064614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-3865941210951797829</id><published>2009-01-05T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:03:15.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keifer Sutherland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gave my Daddy season 3 and season 4 of 24 since that's what he wanted. Grabe, never thought na ganun sya ka super addict with it. When I wake up, I hear him watching it, and before I go to sleep, its the same thing. It came to a point that sometimes, I'd hear a clock ticking in my head just like in the opening credits of the show. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once,  it was midnight, and my mom probably told my dad to stop watching the show and to just sleep already pero instead of listening, ang makulit na bata, transferred to our family room to continue watching the show. He slept at around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time my dad scolds me for not having discipline.. papaalal ko lang ang 24 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-3865941210951797829?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3865941210951797829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3865941210951797829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gave-my-daddy-season-3-and-season-4-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-7538742726208637163</id><published>2008-12-13T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:17:35.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aside from my Birthday, I usually make a big fuss about Christmas.  Christmas season for me even starts at October. Its definitely one of my favorite holidays since somehow, its the time of the year when people are more giving, loving, and all those happy adjectives that you can think of. Its also an excuse for me to shop and shop, and not feel guilty at all because am shopping for gifts for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, with all the madness in my life right now, my usual trip to divisoria, my  excel file for my gift list, ideas for charity work, early gift wrapping of gifts, or scavenging for the best gifts, somehow slipped past by me. I mean, We don't even have a christmas tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with only two weeks to go before Christmas, am in a rush to finish everything.  But with work becoming less stressful, my parents coming back from the states, rekindling friendships, and a truce with ervin..... even if this year seems to be different, am starting to feel the spirit of Christmas again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, all I  needed was just a moment to realize how Blessed and Loved I am ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-7538742726208637163?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7538742726208637163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/7538742726208637163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/aside-from-my-birthday-i-usually-make.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2245419875445914004</id><published>2008-12-05T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:03:29.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prettivacant.com/Photos-clean%20jpgs%20copy/Pins/heartbreakP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 89px;" src="http://www.prettivacant.com/Photos-clean%20jpgs%20copy/Pins/heartbreakP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that people who have this status "Its complicated" are weird. I guess, its a matter of whether you are with that person or not. But now that I'm in that situation, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to put any labels anymore cause I feel so stupid when I say we're together, and then the next day, am ranting about him, like I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says love isn't like a roller coaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2245419875445914004?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2245419875445914004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2245419875445914004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-used-to-think-that-people-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8937648779643700114</id><published>2008-12-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:51:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends say, I live in this tiny bubble where innocence still exists, and that people have nothing but good intentions. But what can I say, I believe that people are innately good.  But just when sometimes I think that bubble doesn't exist anymore, its the simple acts of kindness that makes me want to rethink that thought again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having this "emotional meltdown" at work a few days ago, an officemate of mine, whom I just met two months ago, became a friend for me. While he can just run along and do his own business ( while I bawl my eyes off)  he offered me dinner, kind words, and most importantly, despite feeling so alone, that someone cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.  Hopefully, I could also be that friend to you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8937648779643700114?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8937648779643700114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8937648779643700114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friends-say-i-live-in-this-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-8972765934526128097</id><published>2008-11-26T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:03:43.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ate french fries for two straight days already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i consider french fries as my comfort food and one of my favorite snacks, i vowed to never eat it again. Aside from it being unhealthy, it makes your tummy big. Eeew. But because of the stress at work, I had no choice but to have my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this is just a phase at work. or Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by the responsibility that I have to do. Going home for the past two weeks at past 10 is no fun at all. But more than that,  its really just frustrating not knowing everything, and being so lost, especially when things happen that are beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God is always fair, and despite my setbacks at work, he has given me new found friends, my trusted family, and my same old reliable friends, that help me make it thru each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i really need is to have faith, do my best, andd have at  least one laughter per day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-8972765934526128097?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8972765934526128097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/8972765934526128097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ate-french-fries-for-two-straight-days.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-5753170506140516553</id><published>2008-11-05T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:58:37.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn113/robertpattinsonismyhero/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 100px;" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn113/robertpattinsonismyhero/edward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this movie! I know every girl who has read the book, secretly wishes that they had their own, Edward Cullen;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;, whom I can remember from Harry potter, plays Edward in the movie adaptation of the novel. While some people were disappointed by the choice, I think his looks is what i have envisioned Edward to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; fall in love with this guy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;makatitig&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-5753170506140516553?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5753170506140516553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5753170506140516553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-wait-for-this-movie-i-know-every.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-1250952069764086232</id><published>2008-09-18T08:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:39:42.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rico Blanco'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ Rico Blanco. He just creates good love songs. The lyrics maybe simple but its sincere and true, like Balisong, 214. From his latest album, comes another sweet love song, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When the rain falls on your face&lt;br /&gt;How do you quickly replace&lt;br /&gt;It with A golden summer smile?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feelin' tired and afraid&lt;br /&gt;How do you know just what to say&lt;br /&gt;To makeEverything alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think that you even realize&lt;br /&gt;The joy you make me feel when I'm inside&lt;br /&gt;Your universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold me like I'm the one who's precious&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you&lt;br /&gt;but its justThe other way around&lt;br /&gt;You can thank your stars all you want&lt;br /&gt;but I'll always be the lucky one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 'bout to lose control&lt;br /&gt;How do you patiently hold My hand&lt;br /&gt;And gently calm me down?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When you sing and when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always photograph&lt;br /&gt;My heart Flyin way above the clouds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-1250952069764086232?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1250952069764086232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/1250952069764086232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-rico-blanco.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-78102723638573377</id><published>2008-09-10T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:38:51.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080909/capt.1b5ccd12b16d4948a0285fdafa9155d7.kfc_secret_kybb101.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=265&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=n9WOgJoeKS.xf6hE13FXSg--"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080909/capt.1b5ccd12b16d4948a0285fdafa9155d7.kfc_secret_kybb101.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=265&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=n9WOgJoeKS.xf6hE13FXSg--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080909/ap_on_bi_ge/kfc_secret_9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How important is a recipe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it is immeasurable if your talking about the recipe for the KFC Chicken :) I love KFC, but it is kind of funny how they take the extra actions to safeguard the recipe. Below are tidbits from an article regarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So important is the 68-year-old concoction that coats the chain's Original Recipe chicken that only two company executives at any time have access to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;The recipe has been stashed at the company headquarters for decades, and for more than 20 years has been tucked away in a filing cabinet equipped with two combination locks. To reach the cabinet, the keepers of the recipe would first open up a vault and unlock three locks on a door that stood in front of the cabin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;The recipe that launched the chicken chain was placed in a lock box that was handcuffed to security expert Bo Dietl, who climbed aboard an armored car that whisked away with an escort from off-duty police officers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080909/ap_on_bi_ge/kfc_secret_9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So next time you eat a KFC Chicken, take pride in knowing the extreme measures done to make it finger lickin good! ;)&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&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/6775821-78102723638573377?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/78102723638573377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/78102723638573377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-important-is-recipe-apparently-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-936213919920105004</id><published>2008-08-23T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:36:03.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can say that I am someone who is loyal and faithful. I am both, to my family, friends, boyfriend, my schools and to my company, until now. For more than three years, I have been with only one company, and though I am a bit hesitant,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel that it is time to move on&lt;/span&gt;. I have always used my heart (which can also be a downfall) but I think its wise to say that I have to use my head this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sense of excitement yet sadness but most of all, I am scared. Here I was, already in my comfort zone and in about a month, I will be stepping foot into a place where everything will be new to me. But I guess part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is about Changes&lt;/span&gt; and just believing in yourself that you can handle everything that comes in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-936213919920105004?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/936213919920105004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/936213919920105004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-say-that-i-am-someone-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-3859232006635654111</id><published>2008-08-14T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:01:41.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.ph/url?q=http://www.mbproductions.com/images/projects/cinderella_poster_big.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH03ADm-IV8NItAf2g6VUzaGMQewQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 134px;" src="http://images.google.com.ph/url?q=http://www.mbproductions.com/images/projects/cinderella_poster_big.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH03ADm-IV8NItAf2g6VUzaGMQewQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a sucker for Disney Movies. I grew up watching them. Even my bedroom has a theme of Little Mermaid. No wonder I am like this when it comes to love. But that is not the point of this post. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Cinderella is one of those classic Disney fairy tales, it would be interesting to find out how the other version plays out. This is why I dragged Ervin into watching the musical, Cinderella. It stars the ever talented and beautiful, Lea Salonga. Unfortunately, while I was entertained by some parts of the play, I would'nt mind, not watching it again. Unlike its Disney counterpart, wherein years from now, I can still hear myself singing "Cindere-lla! Cinedere-lla!" most of the songs  weren't able to give a lasting impact on me. But I guess, just being able to watch Lea on stage is reason enough to go ahead and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, Impossible things are hapenning every day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6775821-3859232006635654111?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3859232006635654111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/3859232006635654111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-sucker-for-disney-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6450392148130847166</id><published>2008-07-29T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:47:13.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Araneta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifehouse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.bicbic.multiply.com/image/6/photos/33/500x500/15/DSC01177.JPG?et=iDm3q7k0rFRexGjy2c9FBg&amp;amp;nmid=107548846"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 92px;" src="http://images.bicbic.multiply.com/image/6/photos/33/500x500/15/DSC01177.JPG?et=iDm3q7k0rFRexGjy2c9FBg&amp;amp;nmid=107548846" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.bicbic.multiply.com/image/6/photos/33/500x500/1/DSC01141.JPG?et=m8liaISNKBlJXzLyHqP%2CEA&amp;amp;nmid=107548846"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://images.bicbic.multiply.com/image/6/photos/33/500x500/1/DSC01141.JPG?et=m8liaISNKBlJXzLyHqP%2CEA&amp;amp;nmid=107548846" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has always been great, but hearing them live and singing with them will always be one of the best experiences ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my wishes has been fulfilled, but if its alright, and if I am not asking for too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;No Doubt, Please visit Manila! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6450392148130847166?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6450392148130847166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6450392148130847166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-doubt-please-visit-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-4236707799541755005</id><published>2008-05-03T16:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:31:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SBwoYz7bgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/-nuPD0yVV4c/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SBwoYz7bgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/-nuPD0yVV4c/s200/DSC00794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196072476800155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oyu, ervin's officemate, asked me last night if I was not bounded or restricted by money matters, what would i do. Without thinking twice, I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;travelling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough that even when we were still young, my parents brought us to different countries like HongKong or U.S. They even allowed me to go on a "field trip" with my friends to Macau when I was still in High school. But More than just a luxury, travelling makes me feel that there is so much out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Just when you think that every single day is the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;minsan maiisip mo na tumayo dahil andami pang pwedeng mangyari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's so much out there to meet, to go to, and most especially to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have been lucky enough to have been in 8 countries already, which for many may seem a lot, United Nation says there are more than 192 countries out there. This means, I have only experienced only 4% of what this World can offer :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I am not rich with money but only with my dreams, I'll be listing down the top 7 countries I would want to go to. Maybe someday, if dreams do come true which I hope they will thru my hardwork and maybe with luck, I can cross of all of the countries listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. South Africa&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;4. Greece&lt;br /&gt;5. Egypt&lt;br /&gt;6. UAE&lt;br /&gt;7. South Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have written them down, I have come to my realization &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na malaki masyado akong mangarap&lt;/span&gt;!! Hahah. Oh well, may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hermes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;grant me these travels :-)&lt;/span&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/6775821-4236707799541755005?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4236707799541755005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/4236707799541755005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/oyu-ervins-officemate-asked-me-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SBwoYz7bgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/-nuPD0yVV4c/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-2413361688258041825</id><published>2008-04-06T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:21:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken By Cars&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the time has come to play&lt;br /&gt;I see you look my way&lt;br /&gt;My mind filled with cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting your affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold heart&lt;br /&gt;Cold, cold hands&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to understand&lt;br /&gt;Automatic flash point I see you&lt;br /&gt;Across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Make all things new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it ends&lt;br /&gt;Past perfect future tense&lt;br /&gt;Altered state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Your words no longer grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in full battle gear&lt;br /&gt;Here I am I'm wanting you&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting you near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my heartbeat for you&lt;br /&gt;I want to live and love like I'm high above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-2413361688258041825?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2413361688258041825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/2413361688258041825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/taken-by-cars-uh-oh-i-feel-time-has.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-6849447529579380643</id><published>2008-02-16T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:46:12.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its been a year since I last posted. But somehow, tonight I felt like giving it another go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship has been going on for over two years already. Eventhough, Ervin and I were born on the same year, I feel like we were a century apart. We are just totally poles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outspoken, he's quiet. Most of the time, I'm hasty while he takes forever to decide on something. He does'nt care what anyone says, but I do. I believe in beating the red light, while he strictly follows rules. These differences have amounted to a hundred fights and even if I could go on forever and ever with our differences, the question is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're so different, can we really make it last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-6849447529579380643?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6849447529579380643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/6849447529579380643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-year-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-117030776317204429</id><published>2007-02-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:33:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blown away&lt;br /&gt;What could I say&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Your taking away everything&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the good in life.&lt;br /&gt;The good things in life are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;We're blowing away, blowing away&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this something good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over,&lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken all I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;We're wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;Being strong, holding on&lt;br /&gt;Can't let it bring us down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life with you means everything&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up that easily &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing away blowing away&lt;br /&gt;Can make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all misunderstood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over,&lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't let this get away&lt;br /&gt;Let it out, let it out&lt;br /&gt;Don't get caught up in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over&lt;br /&gt;Well try to do to it right this time around&lt;br /&gt;Its not over&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;But your the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not over - Chris Daughtry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-117030776317204429?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/117030776317204429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/117030776317204429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-blown-away-what-could-i-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-5068319608276606003</id><published>2006-12-31T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:51:36.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/RcGLyFbXklI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZRXOHATuvU/s200/100_2126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026452351688872530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/RcGLyVbXkmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TbVx_v_EEzg/s200/100_2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026452355983839842" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/RcGLyVbXknI/AAAAAAAAABA/sL_kDYUzlBY/s200/100_2189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026452355983839858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent our christmas season in Singapore. Though I had fun there, especially since I was able to spend my time with my family, plus shop shopping, I do not fit there. I know theres no sense in saying that, since I do not live there anyways. But lately, my parents are hinting that its best that I work there. This will be the only time I will be saying this, but, I am too loud for Singapore ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-5068319608276606003?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5068319608276606003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/5068319608276606003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/RcGLyFbXklI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZRXOHATuvU/s72-c/100_2126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-117030956533824486</id><published>2006-12-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:11:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7476/383/1600/453935/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7476/383/200/571495/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like even if it has been a year already, everyday seems like the first day. Only with more fights and make-ups :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-117030956533824486?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/117030956533824486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/117030956533824486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/12/seems-like-even-if-it-has-been-year.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-115975849493901179</id><published>2006-10-02T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:08:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IIIILLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 aircon-less nights and counting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-115975849493901179?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115975849493901179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115975849493901179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/iiiilllllaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww-4.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-115924456957399681</id><published>2006-09-26T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:22:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Isang mababang post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I needed a break from everyone and everything last saturday. Did not want to go out. I felt like I just needed to lie down the sofa and just watch TV all day long. But by mid afternoon, my dad kept telling me to go out and try this new restaurant. And so he got me with food :D But as I was strolling the mall, just wanted to do some window shopping, I saw this red bag that I've been eyeing since these past few months. I could'nt buy it before because everyhing that is more than P1000, even P500, is super expensive for me. &lt;em&gt;Pero gusto ko tlga syang i try or hawakan, or see how it looks on me for the nth time&lt;/em&gt; As I was admiring the bag, I saw this yellow tag on it.. WOOOOOOWWWW!!! More than 60% discount!!! After much deliberation, I finally bought the bag. &lt;em&gt;Sobrang saya ko and full of energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-115924456957399681?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115924456957399681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115924456957399681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/isang-mababang-post-and-so-i-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-115831658108273288</id><published>2006-09-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:36:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This marks the day that I have first played the XBox :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-115831658108273288?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115831658108273288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115831658108273288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-marks-day-that-i-have-first.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-115450113379838651</id><published>2006-08-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:45:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/singles.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Singles&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-115450113379838651?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115450113379838651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115450113379838651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-singles-happy-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-115381019285851343</id><published>2006-07-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:49:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to super say thank you for all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-115381019285851343?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115381019285851343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/115381019285851343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-jesus-i-just-want-to-super-say.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-114768485140396645</id><published>2006-05-15T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:28:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/DSC00530.jpg" width= '200'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a month might not have happened, but I'm still happy to finally get to see them again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see my highschool barkada soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-114768485140396645?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114768485140396645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114768485140396645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-month-might-not-have-happened-but.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-114594845310853331</id><published>2006-04-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:00:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tensionado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soapdish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tensionado&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat din ako&lt;br /&gt;Nong malaman na hindi lang pala ako&lt;br /&gt;Yung nanghinayang&lt;br /&gt;Nong nagaway tayo noon&lt;br /&gt;At natuluyan sa iyakan at tampo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sandali lang&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka munang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;Di ko hahayaan lahat ito ay mawala&lt;br /&gt;Ang iniisip ko kung pwede pa ba tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At miserable&lt;br /&gt;Paulit-ulit lang ang nangyayari&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot tayo parang bote&lt;br /&gt;At nasanay ka na ba doon&lt;br /&gt;At nalimutan ang aking mga tanong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;At hindi malinaw&lt;br /&gt;Pwede bang wag kang sumigaw&lt;br /&gt;Di ko hahayaan lahat ito ay maligaw&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong sayo kung pwede pa ba tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 3:&lt;br /&gt;At sandali lang&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka munang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;Di ko hahayaan lahat ito ay mawala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong sayo kung pwede pa ba tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-114594845310853331?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114594845310853331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114594845310853331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/tensionado-soapdish-tensionado-nagulat.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-114465513647021297</id><published>2006-04-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:45:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I understand if someone is moody, but I just don't get it why they have to vent out their bad mood on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-114465513647021297?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114465513647021297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114465513647021297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-understand-if-someone-is-moody-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-114076681721881258</id><published>2006-02-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:05:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/DSC00184.jpg" border="0" alt="Harbour View?" align = "left" width ="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/DSC00183.jpg" border="0" alt="inuman" align = "left" width ="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a "boys night out" last saturday :-) Maski malakas sila mang-api, my guy friends are still the best :-) I guess I can relate to them because I too, do carino brutal ;) Even if it was just inuman, and coffee-coffee, at those new places in Roxas Blvd, it was still fun and relaxing just catching up what's new with each other's lives. But what I like about our conversations is the honesty. Even if you don't agree with the other person, no offense taken :-) And I guess that's what you learn hanging out with the boys, straight to the point. And though we only get to see each other, like once a month, they have always been the same dependable guys I know.. maski iiwanan pa ako mag-isa sa Harbor Square. tsk tsk. Traitor Joms :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-114076681721881258?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114076681721881258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114076681721881258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-boys-night-out-last-saturday-maski.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-114076756312170483</id><published>2006-02-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:52:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met the "friends". And though its not as frightening as meeting the parents, I still can't help but be conscious and akward. Good thing we watched the concert in U.P cause at least my attention was on the bands playing. &lt;em&gt;Anggaling tlga ng Imago&lt;/em&gt;. Aia's voice was really something.  Though I'm not into a lot of Pinoy Bands, Kamikazee wass really enjoyable to watch and so was ChicoSci. Too bad I was not able to catch Stonefree's performance cause it was way past 3 already. Though I was not able to talk to them that much, they seemed very nice and funny :-) Made me miss my friends. Can't wait to see them tom night. :) And I hate to admit that althought i wanted to finish the concert, I felt pretty tired already. At least, piggy back ride ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-114076756312170483?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114076756312170483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/114076756312170483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/met-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113981702332016998</id><published>2006-02-13T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:50:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = " http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Bic.jpg" width ="140" align = right &gt; Went to Euro Star last Feb. 3 :D And though I super duper love exciting and scary rides, I do not like those that makes me sick to the stomache :( Since it was our first time there, I was so excited to try all the rides. I remembered Co telling me that there was no way I could ride them all without even taking a rest. But I told myself that I could do it. I mean, &lt;strong&gt; ;) I'm an energizer bunny when it comes to carnivals.&lt;/strong&gt; Pero haaaaaay, after the first ride, I can't wait to find the nearest washroom to throw up.. :( Kaasar tlga! When I'm with him, it seems that I throw up, I trip, all kinds of embarassing stuff. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pano na ang lady like image ko?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :( hehehe But even though I had a noticeable bruise from that Booster ride, nothing could still change my love for Carnivals :) Promise, maski Star City, enjoy ako! :D One of the best feelings is just being able to feel like a kid again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113981702332016998?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113981702332016998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113981702332016998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-to-euro-star-last-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113765517950436169</id><published>2006-01-19T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:36:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/zahir.jpg" align = left width ="77"&gt; Got a surprise gift yesterday from him :-D It was a book by Paulo Coelho and I just can't stop reading it. It is entitled &lt;strong&gt;the Zahir&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zahir!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was defined in the book as &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; or something that occupies our every thought, until we can't think of nothing else. This can lead to a state of holiness &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; of madness. Basically, the main character's Zahir is a woman. :-) As usual, Paulo Coelho's book is full of lines worth remembering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself – free and untrammelled, guiding us with its force and driving us on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an untamed force. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113765517950436169?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113765517950436169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113765517950436169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-surprise-gift-yesterday-from-him-d.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113703345681937817</id><published>2006-01-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:37:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He comes from his work, night shift, and visits me at my office. We go to lunch. I have to say goodbye cause I still have work and he needs to go home to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few hours, my working hours are over and coming from South, he goes to North to pick me up. He brings me home to South again.  We say our goodbyes and he goes to North again to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm worth all those troubles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113703345681937817?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113703345681937817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113703345681937817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-comes-from-his-work-night-shift-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113625062631087543</id><published>2006-01-03T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:10:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It will be my last day here in L.A and although the weather has been super duper cold, every day was worth it :D Hope this new year will be a good one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113625062631087543?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113625062631087543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113625062631087543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-will-be-my-last-day-here-in-l.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113507578929295640</id><published>2005-12-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:49:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't be spending Christmas and New Year here, but can I just say that this year is by far, my most favorite year :) I love 2005! And I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113507578929295640?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113507578929295640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113507578929295640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/wont-be-spending-christmas-and-new.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113264319547340403</id><published>2005-11-23T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:23:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit that my Birthday is usually my favorite day :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been blessed ever since to have friends who really go out of their ways to show how much i mean to them :) From surprising me at my classes or by paying me an unexpected visit at my house, I have always treasured those times. But I know that since everyone is working, I was'nt expecting any more. Maybe just a little text would do, but other than that, I was just super happy to be blessed with my life right now. But I must have been good because I must say that my birthday this time was one of my best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/harhar.jpg" alt="awww! :)" width = "110" align = right &gt;Although natapilok ako sa Mrt in front of many people, it was not able to spoil the great morning I was having. :) My friends were texting me to greet me as early as 12 midnight. Awwww :)Even more when my officemates surprised me with a gift of a &lt;br /&gt;framed picture collage of me with them, plus things that are related with me:)&lt;br /&gt;super sweet tlga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/friend.jpg" alt="we_beauty_queens" width = "115" align = left&gt;Pero just when I was feeling contented, even making a speech to my officemates that  I still felt special even though I was not spending my birthday with my friends, &lt;strong&gt;Farids and Seyds paid me a surprise visit&lt;/strong&gt;. With matching cake and singing of the birthday song. Aaaaw :) I feel just super blessed. :) &lt;br /&gt;And when it was time to share the cake with my officemates, I found cake and ice cream in the pantry given to me by my officemates. :D Super sweet! I hope my libre to them was somehow enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/frame.jpg" width="100" align = right&gt;Tapos when I was about to go home, 2 of my officemates surprised me with flowers :) And a gift that I super duper appreciated:)Pero syempre my birthday was'nt complete without spending it with my family :) Dinner with them is always fun and I just love the feeling of togetherness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/marina.jpg" alt="tres" width ="110" align = right&gt;In summary, wala na akong pera BUT i still feel I have lots because of all the love that the people have shown me always but especially on my birthday. :) Thanks super tlga. :)Love lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113264319547340403?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113264319547340403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113264319547340403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-admit-that-my-birthday-is-usually-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113255452495935050</id><published>2005-11-21T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:30:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naiinis ako dahil nung Sabado nasira ang aking paboritong sandals (tsinelas) habang naglalakad! Grrr! &gt;:) Maski napalitan ko sya ng pulang tsinelas, at maski paborito kong kulay iyun.. wala pa rin papalit dun sa nasiraing tsinelas na iyun. Pero siguro ang kinakainis ko talaga ay dahil ako'y nahihiya sa pangyayari .. huhuhu :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113255452495935050?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113255452495935050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113255452495935050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/naiinis-ako-dahil-nung-sabado-nasira.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113255362318223390</id><published>2005-11-14T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:13:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/weddingshower024.jpg" alt="naughty gift" align = "right" width = "130"&gt; One of my dearest friends in Highschool, Ampa, is getting married. Kaya my barkada and I threw her a bridal shower when not too long ago, I can still remember when we were still in one of those stone tables back in Highschool. Haaaay! Hahahah! :-D But at least I know she's in good hands :-) I know that Mike and Ampa always puts the Lord at the center of their relationship :-) Can't wait for their wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113255362318223390?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113255362318223390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113255362318223390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-my-dearest-friends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113134611072132392</id><published>2005-11-07T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:54:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent my friday night with two of my closest guy friends. :) Saya ng feeling to see them. Its been awhile since I was able to spend time with them as compared to before wherein fridays are usually allotted in meeting up with my college friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maski my pang-aasar, I like talking with Rage and Lion. Before i knew it, Time flew by so fast that it was almost 3 when i arrived at my house. Simpleng beer lang, mga "pulutan" at Gilligans, pero ok pa din. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Now that Seyds is finally back (super duper i missed her tlga), I'm so looking forward to meet up with my girlfriends!!! :D I'm super happy tlga to have the friends that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Ate.jpg" alt="Hapi Bday!!" width = "105" align = left&gt;Before I forget, just want to greet my dearest Ate, &lt;strong&gt;a HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ate Marge!! &lt;/strong&gt;:) I'm so proud to be her sister. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you super ate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113134611072132392?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113134611072132392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113134611072132392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/spent-my-friday-night-with-two-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-113075085557057070</id><published>2005-10-31T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:49:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long weekend is about to end but I'm so happy that I was able to at least make the most out of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after office ended, my officemates and I had dinner at Greenbelt and proceeded in having an inuman. While I was hoping to leave by 12, it turned out to be much later than that. hehe:) Going to office would'nt be the same without all of them present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Bic10.jpg" width="150" align = right&gt;Next morning, while I don't get headaches from drinking, I was super sleepy but at the same time, super looking forward to going to Subic. It would be the first time my family would be going to White Rock Resort. Going to stay there for 3 days ;) As soon as we arrived there and was able to unpack our things, buffet na ito :) Good thing while they were calling on volunteers to do a "tinikling" during a performance at dinner,it was my mommy and kar who was called on. haha! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I sang a couple of songs in front of strangers. I must admit I felt proud in doing that. Though I do love to do videoke singing, its another thing when you're with people whom you don't know would say or do to you after you did a "singing performance" ;) Fortunately, I must admit I did quite well, although I still did'nt like it when this teenage guy shouted "Don't be shy" while I was singing. grr! Paki ba!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/hammock.jpg" align = left width = "120"&gt;I just really like the feeling of not thinking and just feeling and enjoying every moment. There was this one time where Kar and I were in the hammock, and I just felt so blessed and carefree :)Or while my Ate and I were in the pool just feeling the heavy drops of water, and I thought that I could just stay there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when I spend time with my family. I even got my daddy to teach me billiards. Looking forward to another out of town trip :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-113075085557057070?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113075085557057070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/113075085557057070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-weekend-is-about-to-end-but-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112977082085681467</id><published>2005-10-20T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:13:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy and I had an argument yesterday morning. :( I guess, he was just being protective of me to the point that he does'nt want to understand my point. I guess he just loves me too much, and only wants the best for me. oh well, my love for him isn't any less anyways. I just don't like the sad feeling of fighting with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112977082085681467?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112977082085681467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112977082085681467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/daddy-and-i-had-argument-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112973272642446412</id><published>2005-10-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:13:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was this one time where I was just into writing poems. Whether the poems that I wrote were about experiences of other people, trying to forget someone or simply being inspired, it made me take great appreciation for poets. With just a few but powerful words, they are able to stir your emotions. :) Although ironically, I still don't know why their books are expensive. Because of that, I always resort to bookstores or by looking it up in the net. One time i was browsing some poetry books in National, when I was able to chance upon this lovely, 'lonely' poem. I don't like sad poems but somehow, I'm drawn to them. This poem reminded me again that one of the things that i am afraid of in Life is &lt;strong&gt;having regrets&lt;/strong&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Louis Simpson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed was in love with a cocktail waitress, &lt;br /&gt;but Ed's family, and his friends, &lt;br /&gt;didn't approve. So he broke it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He married a respectable woman&lt;br /&gt;who played the piano. She played well enough&lt;br /&gt;to have been a professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's wife left him..&lt;br /&gt;Years later, at a family gathering&lt;br /&gt;Ed got drunk and made a fool of himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I should have married Doreen."&lt;br /&gt;"Well,' they said, "why didn't you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112973272642446412?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112973272642446412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112973272642446412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-was-this-one-time-where-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112927731266204857</id><published>2005-10-14T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:08:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/untitled.jpg" alt="Lil Me" align= left width = "180"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so thankful that I'm feeling much much better now. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to Pagsanjan with my officemates last week for fun, somehow when I went back to work, I suddenly felt sick. :( &lt;em&gt;Tuloy Tuloy.&lt;/em&gt; From the innocent colds, it turned into a terrible cough and nasty sorethroat. Though I hate being absent from work (naks!), I really had to or else I would infect everyone and be embarassed by barking like a dog. :( Haaaaaayyy! I guess, after having a good time in Laguna, &lt;em&gt;tapos na maliligayang araw&lt;/em&gt;. hehehe Super thankful to Ms.Joanne who almost made libre everything and made me feel like I was really part of Laguna. hhehe. All I had to pay was the transpo to get there.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, i super missss my friends na.. Though they tell me pinagpapalit ko na sila, SUPER DUPER hindi totoo yun... hoping to see them REAL soon!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112927731266204857?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112927731266204857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112927731266204857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-thankful-that-im-feeling-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112623414329582730</id><published>2005-09-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:51:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These songs makes me happy everytime I listen to it. They're both queued next to each other. &lt;strong&gt;Ever after&lt;/strong&gt; is a feel-good-happy-dance song while I just love the song &lt;strong&gt;Blind&lt;/strong&gt; because aside from its tune and lyrics, its also by Lifehouse ;) .."&lt;em&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/em&gt;.. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately, I've been thinking and thinking but once in awhile, I let my emotions take control.. and I'm scared..&lt;/em&gt; haaaay.. I can't wait to see my friends tonight! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonnie Bailey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago my journey began&lt;br /&gt;Chasing down this cure, no plan in hand&lt;br /&gt;Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing with conviction from the start&lt;br /&gt;The moment your eyes made an introduction&lt;br /&gt;I felt my second violent breath of life&lt;br /&gt;Flawless to the point of being godly&lt;br /&gt;Yet I fell hard for your imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we’re slightly weathered, we’re slightly worn&lt;br /&gt;Our hands grip together eye to eye through the storm yet&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in ever after with you&lt;br /&gt;Coz life is a pleasure with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;And there ain’t no current in this river we can’t ride&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in ever after with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the good times&lt;br /&gt;Feels like we’re floating when the rest have to climb&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind&lt;br /&gt;A real messy beautiful twisted sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Emotions volcanic eruptions&lt;br /&gt;We both still care so we’re still alive&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel vision, determination&lt;br /&gt;I want you I want to make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my twisted sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112623414329582730?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112623414329582730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112623414329582730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/these-songs-makes-me-happy-everytime-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112545263425128750</id><published>2005-08-31T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:46:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/CoandBic.jpg" align = left width = "110"&gt;I really miss my girlfriends :) Seyds is in America, and though Ruzz, Farids and I are working in the same city, we still have not managed to see each other often. &lt;strong&gt;What more when it comes to Co.&lt;/strong&gt; :( Though sometimes we all have this sudden Friday get-togethers, i feel like I'm seeing the boys more often. No wonder when Co and I had the chance to talk on the phone, grabe non stop na! I felt like both of us had so much kwentos to share that we did'nt notice it was past 1 already. Not to mention that we were talking over the celphone, since we had to shift from landline to refrain from Co's relatives from hearing our "topics". hehehe!! A surprising 1 hour and 30 minutes of talk time :D If that was my phone bil, I would have fainted considering I'm so &lt;em&gt;kuripot &lt;/em&gt;with my load. So i guess in the first place, that would have never happened to me. hehe. Haaaay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback of first year in college where I did'nt know anyone but fortunately, a grade school friend introduced me to her friend. Who would have thought that, that friend would become one of my closest friends ever. :) From the very first day, it seemed like we knew each other right away. Parang wala pa din nagbabago each time. :) Fast forward and the usually mushy, lovey-dovey Co, is now giving me the mature advices this time. :) Funny tlga. :) Pero I'm so proud of Co tlga, pero lets wait and see pa din :) hahahha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I woke up really sleepy, I still felt really happy. I love Girl Talks. :) Plus, life is so Good still. Even though I was running late, my mom did'nt scold me for being so. :) And since I was sleeping over at my officemate's place, I had so much to bring. Luckily, instead of walking quite long for an FX ride, I found an FX right away after my MRT ride. First time! :) Sana laging ganito. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112545263425128750?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112545263425128750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112545263425128750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-really-miss-my-girlfriends-seyds-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112469246634220259</id><published>2005-08-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:05:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with the boys last Friday and what could have been just a simple "inuman" turned out to be like a social awareness trip for me :( Since we could'nt decide where to go in Makati, and Providence was so full, the nearest place that we could think of is in Malate. For some reasons, which was very obvious if you are a guy, we ended up at this bar. Good thing I was with my guy friends whom I really felt safe and comfortable with. Because to say the least, I was shocked. But later on I felt sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt even more grateful of the life that I have and even more blessed because of my parents. Rage said that in reality, I haven't seen nothing yet. I know that and I am aware but to see it with my own too eyes was really something. I know these things are inevitable especially with our current situation but I hope someday, things will be much much better for everyone. And hopefully in my own little way, I could do something about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here goes Lion saying something like "kagustuhan" nila yun, maybe like an ego thing. I can't understand girls who would go through such just to prove something. I just hope they know what they are doing. I guess, it really is to each his own. This is a free country anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112469246634220259?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112469246634220259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112469246634220259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/went-out-with-boys-last-friday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112351307597220135</id><published>2005-08-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:57:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do admit it, a Gentleman ALWAYS catches my attenion (&lt;em&gt;besides basketball skills that is&lt;/em&gt;). More than the physical attraction, it is his silent ways that really makes me remember a guy. Just a simple gesture of opening the door for you or going to the other side where the traffic is, just speaks volumes of how a guy is. I remember during my first months in college, I was very observant of this. &lt;strong&gt;No wonder I was quite shocked when some were not but even more, I become appreciative of those who were.&lt;/strong&gt; Its not that I expect too much, but maybe I have always seen how my dad has treated us, especially with my mom. Its because, my dad has never failed to open the door for us, offered to hold our bags for us, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its because of our Time now where everyone feels each is equal that we may have forgotten our old values. But whenever I see a gentleman, I could'nt help but smile to myself :)  And I guess, that is one of the simple things I appreciate with my guy friends, but most especially with strangers. I remember one time, I was having a bad day but this guy who was sitting comfortably in his seat, despite the long ride and the traffic, willingly gave up his seat for me. &lt;strong&gt;And I feel that "All is not lost" &lt;/strong&gt; :)I just believe that being a gentleman is not just about opening doors but more significantly, &lt;em&gt;its a way of showing that you respect and care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always say how I feel, but I am definitely watching and observing ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112351307597220135?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112351307597220135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112351307597220135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-do-admit-it-gentleman-always-catches.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112287469542556254</id><published>2005-08-01T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:18:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://www.jamesburg.net/images/cellphoneban02.jpg" width = "60" align = left&gt; Lesson learned: Don't Mix shopping with using a celfone. Unfortunately, my celfone was ALMOST STOLEN. :( If ever, it would have been my 4th. :( It happened during Midnight Madness, since it was for like 2 days, I just HAD to be there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.clickthecity.com//pics/8916.jpg" align = right width ="80"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Texted some of my friends, but only Rage and Co could make it. Okay lang. ;) I really wanted to go. Made some quick shopping till I met up with Rage. &lt;em&gt;Wag daw ako maingay at parang nagaaway daw kami.&lt;/em&gt; hehe. Good thing Co was able to make it, together with Butz. :) Shopping kami ni Co for some accessories ;) We watched, Stealth, after. Okay naman siya ah :) Unlike someone, whose name starts with a 'R', who was making a sarastic remark on how nice the movie was :P Ofcourse, Timezone :) I'm so happy kasi 1st place me. hehe. It was also nice to see Co's parents. :) Although I was a bit sad when Tita said na "pumapayat na me" :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was not completely satisfied with the walking around and the shopping that I did that I had to return even if it was kind of late already. I was suppose to meet up with my highschool friends but I thought it would be too late already. :( and Though I wanted to meet up with Co and Joms for dinner, it was best to eat with my parents. That way, my dinner would be free :) After eating at Cibo, with a full stomache, syempre full energy to go shopping and to brave the crowd. :) I just love the challenge of finding something amidst those shopping competitors. hhaha!:) I must say, i love what i bought. Although I won't forget my experience at Kashieca. (&lt;em&gt;yihee! support Joms!&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the dressing room when my mom called. After the call, i know it was my mistake when I forgot to put back my celfone in my bag. Good thing, just when I was about to leave the store, I remembered my fone and went back to the dressing room. But only to find it occupied. I just kept on thinking that i cannot lose my fone. So with the assistance of a saleslady, we asked the girl who was next to occupy the dressing room that i used, if she saw my celfone. She said she did not see anything, but I still insisted. Until she lifted her bag, only to see my celfone turned off, hidden under her bag. Whew! I just want to be grateful that I got my fone back and really, just would not like to think bad of others.. haaayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero promise, after this 2 days, tag-hirap muna me.&lt;/strong&gt; Kasi naman eh, whenever I go to a mall, I feel like its calling out my name to buy something. grr! :) Pero ika nga ni Joms, kaya nga nagtatrabaho eh.. haaayy.. :D Its already August so i better save up, at super dami nang mag birthday.. and manlilibre ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112287469542556254?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112287469542556254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112287469542556254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/lesson-learned-dont-mix-shopping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112286033428805537</id><published>2005-07-26T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:41:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Image.jpg" align = left width = "150" &gt;I just love Holidays.. especially holidays where it coincides with a working day. hehe. Because of SONA, I had the chance to meet up with my girl friends. :) Its been a long time since we all were able to meet up esp. with Ruz's sched. It was even more special since it would be a sometime before we would be seeing Seyds again since she would be leaving for America. Anyways, since I had free tickets for Skating, it was best and I know it would be fun if we used them. And so we did. :)Haay grabe!! :) syempre, put 4 girls who are not all totally experienced with skating, and you get a lot of shrieking, giggling, and falling. hahha! :) We even got the extra one hour for free ;) And In between eating and shopping, we had some time to catch up, and that's what even more important for me. I'm so super duper happy Farids has a job na and her office is just right across from mine. yey! :) Seyds is about to venture in this adventure and as for Ruz, should I say, maybe finally coming to her senses ;) Basta, I'm just so happy to see them. &lt;strong&gt;Seyds kept on telling me that it felt like we were still in College ;)&lt;/strong&gt; Syempre, nakita na naman nila appetite ko, and reminisced my man-like eating habits. &lt;em&gt;Asar kasi pumapayat na naman ako.. Noooo! :(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them made me realize how much I missed them so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112286033428805537?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112286033428805537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112286033428805537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-love-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112286128781641982</id><published>2005-07-25T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:00:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Bic5.jpg" width ="140" align = left&gt; No wonder someone coined up the term, Thank God its Friday, cause Fridays are usually something to look forward to, at least for me. :) Aside from the weekend ahead, I get to see my friends during Friday nights. :)And during our "coffee session", i could'nt help but think that August is coming soon which meant a lot of birthday celebrants. :) Made me miss Niks. :) But at the same time, I am so looking forward to Joms' treat in Enchanted Kingdom. haha! :)&lt;strong&gt; I soooo looovee Roller Coasters!!&lt;/strong&gt; One of my fondest memories when going to America is making sure I get to ride the highest, fastest roller coasters we could get hold of :) &lt;em&gt;Kaya Joms, make this E.K thing happen! haha! :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Bic8.jpg" width = "140" align = "right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was kind of sleepy even if it was just 12 palang, it was still fun. A lot of my friends were able to make it, plus I got to beat Tufe in basketball. haha! :) I am so looking forward to this long weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONA is coming up, and while some have become pessimistic with our current situation, &lt;strong&gt;I am still hopeful. &lt;/strong&gt;I still believe in our country but more than that, despite these oportunistas,I still believe in the goodness of most Filipinos, and their abilities to do what is right. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112286128781641982?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112286128781641982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112286128781641982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-wonder-someone-coined-up-term-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112184576646231229</id><published>2005-07-20T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:15:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*spoilers ahead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://clickthecity.com/pics/8915.jpg" width ="90" align=left /&gt;Since my default homepage is Yahoo.com, i was able to see this link to watch the extended scene from the movie "The Island". And I was thinking, good thing it was not included in the movie. Had the chance to watch the premiere of the movie, and though I was impressed with the effects, cars (!!) and all, there were some cases that I felt the movie was dragging. Just when you think that the movie has already ended because the main characters have successfully escaped, here they go, planning a heroic rescue. Another hour to go! hehe. And if Ewan McGregor was funny in the movie, what I remembered really most about Scarlett Johansson were her remarkable lines of "NOOO!" or "RUUUNN!" :D I liked the concept but the movie was not able to really make something out of it. &lt;strong&gt;Okay lang siya pero I would not say its a super duper okay movie ;)&lt;/strong&gt; It was, I guess, you can say your typical popcorn movie, cause I was able to finish the whole bag of cheese flavored popcorn. hehe &lt;em&gt;Salamat ng marami Lion! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang! I could have won at least one of the CDs they were giving away kaso may malas yata. hehhe. Had a ticket of 411 but the winners were 401 and 410!! Anyway, ok lang, &lt;strong&gt;its always really nice to see a friend and just talk as if nothing has changed.&lt;/strong&gt; Just like old times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking to my dad earlier since he was asking me where my laptop was, and I answered, "Nasa bahay &lt;strong&gt;KO&lt;/strong&gt; po! " hhehe.. My dad replied, "Binili mo na pala yung lote" hehe. Someday, I may just have the money to buy my own house and lot. hahaha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112184576646231229?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112184576646231229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112184576646231229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/spoilers-ahead-since-my-default.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112185145291066308</id><published>2005-07-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:54:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Naaliw me with this song.&lt;/strong&gt; First time I heard the song, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ewan ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Soapdish&lt;/strong&gt;, I thought it was by silkyfish. hehe. No wonder, I could'nt find anything in the net. haha! :)&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you often wonder what goes in the minds of torpe guys..&lt;/em&gt; You want them to get the girl but sometimes, it really is up to them.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add to those torpe songs like "Huwag na Lang kaya" by True Faith, "Torpe" by Hungry Young Poets ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ewan Ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soapdish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo sinabi,pero may nagsabi&lt;br /&gt;Gusto yata kasama ka parati&lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan ko,ewan ko&lt;br /&gt;Inubos na ang pera sa kakalakwatsa&lt;br /&gt;Gusto yata kasama ka parati&lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan ko ewan ko&lt;br /&gt;Napapasin mo na yata &lt;br /&gt;nakakahiya naman gusto lng naman kitang titigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapalingon tuwing ika'y dumadaan&lt;br /&gt;napapangiti hindi ko alam ang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;alam kong hindi pupwedeng maging tayo&lt;br /&gt;pero minsan nag iiba ang ikot ng&lt;br /&gt;ikot ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susmaryosep ang dila ay sumabit&lt;br /&gt;Napahiya na di na makalapit &lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan ko, ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Napapansin mo na yata nakakahiya naman&lt;br /&gt;Gusto lng naman kitang titigan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112185145291066308?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112185145291066308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112185145291066308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/naaliw-me-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112132764681015887</id><published>2005-07-18T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:49:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully, things are going to be okay... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since getting my fone, with no cash to spare for a data cable nor for an IR, it has only been now that I was able to transfer the pictures from my fone. Looking back, with just a few months, I've been able to experience a lot of things.. some sad but mostly happy.. yey! :) Thanks talaga po! I won't be mentioning the sad anymore but I'm just so thankful for all of these, to think it has only been for 3 months! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/AmpsMeMe-anJomelle.jpg" width="130" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I've been to La Union for the first time, went to Bagiuo and came back to Galera again. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner with thesismates, college friends after not seeing each other for a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;- Got my first Job and thankfully,&lt;strong&gt; still loving it. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Finally, I was able to experience singing at Red Box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I was able to eat at Sonia's Garden in Tagaytay. &lt;strong&gt;Pwede ngang pang-date! ;)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Fudchoices.jpg" width="130" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I was able to treat my family for an expensive dinner ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Celebrated my Tatay Juan's 80+ Bday! :) Had a chance to act and dress up like a lady. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Bowling with the Boys. Salamat Lion, Jho, Joms, and Rage! &lt;strong&gt;Nag improve tlaga me noh?&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Got so drunk that I threw up for the first time in the beach! ;)&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;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Dadime.jpg" width="130" align="left" /&gt; - Had dinner and coffee that finally pushed through with Thea and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;- I was able to regularly go to our Friday sessions with my H.S Friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Got my first ever First Place win in Basketball at Time Zone against the Boys. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Came back to &lt;strong&gt;DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; again after a long time. :) Thanks Juls, xtin and esp. to Ellie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Aftrgalera.jpg" width="130" align="left" /&gt; - Went to my first ever Fete and &lt;strong&gt;got a chance to have a pic with Champ of Hale&lt;/strong&gt; na palpak naman. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Umitim na rin me.. at ayookoooooo!! :'(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sana'y na me mag-commute ;) Although it doesn't hurt na hinahatid me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;- Met new friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully, I'm able to fix things that were ones broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more, not to mention finally having a replacement for my 5110 fone! but more importantly, I feel blessed still having my family, friends and officemates in my life! :) Looking forward to new things to come, hopefully happy ones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112132764681015887?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112132764681015887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112132764681015887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/hopefully-things-are-going-to-be-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112121565604857830</id><published>2005-07-13T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:47:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problem with being too optimistic, is sometimes I expect that everything will still go well when in fact I know it won't. Maybe I never really experienced wanting something or maybe I'm just asking for too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112121565604857830?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112121565604857830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112121565604857830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/problem-with-being-too-optimistic-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112104556426027661</id><published>2005-07-11T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:36:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Picture012.jpg" width = "160" align = "left"&gt;Its true what Ellie said, &lt;strong&gt;she could think of a lot of things that would hinder us all from being close to one another&lt;/strong&gt;, but somehow, Ellie, Thea and I have this sort of special bond. And I am so happy and thankful for it. Especially after what has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Picture021.jpg" width = "110" align = "right"&gt;Though I know I should'nt feel guilty about it, I am still sorry. I'm just hopeful that after feeling so happy for finally being able to meet up and make super lots of kwento that everyone left feeling happy just the same. Maybe I can finally breathe a sigh of relief pero hindi pa eh. :( For now, I'm just thankful to have them as my friends, included na si Joms who made habol pa! :) Uy Ellie, and Thea, &lt;strong&gt;THANKS SUPER!!&lt;/strong&gt; :)Maski it took us awhile to have this date, I'm still looking forward to next time. Hopefully, puro Good news na this time :) Hindi ko pa rin kaya maging "Be Aggressive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Picture029.jpg" WIDTH ="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/folnangl/extra/Bic14.jpg" width ="150"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112104556426027661?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112104556426027661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112104556426027661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-true-what-ellie-said-she-could.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112061371350274055</id><published>2005-07-06T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:57:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say time heals all wounds, but when can one say when the right time really is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if I gave him the time, he'd come to his senses and maybe see my reasons, and so I did.. but something happened that I did not expect. I guess, whatever I decide on, its me who still ends up losing :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too naive thinking that our Friendship would outlast this. I'm just sad and hurt that whenever these things happen to me, instead of gaining, I end up losing. &lt;strong&gt;Lagi na lang ganito, kaya don't blame me if ayoko muna ng love love!&lt;/strong&gt; They say friendship is the best foundation for a relationship because in that way no matter what happens, in the end, you'll still be friends. Is it not that friendship is more important than Love? I guess not. Got this from a friend, and though it teaches me to Let go, to Move on or to Accept, I'm still hopeful. &lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to understand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSING CYCLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Paolo Coelho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to &lt;br /&gt;an end. If we insist on staying longer than the &lt;br /&gt;necessary time, we lose the happiness and the &lt;br /&gt;meaning of the other stages we have to go &lt;br /&gt;through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters &lt;br /&gt;whatever name we give it, what matters is to &lt;br /&gt;leave in the past the moments of life that have &lt;br /&gt;finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship &lt;br /&gt;come to an end? Did you leave your parents' &lt;br /&gt;house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting &lt;br /&gt;friendship ended all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this &lt;br /&gt;has happened. You can tell yourself you won't &lt;br /&gt;take another step until you find out why certain &lt;br /&gt;things that were so important and so solid in your &lt;br /&gt;life have turned into dust, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for &lt;br /&gt;everyone involved: your parents, your husband or &lt;br /&gt;wife, your friends, your children, your sister, &lt;br /&gt;everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over &lt;br /&gt;new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all &lt;br /&gt;feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at &lt;br /&gt;the same time, not even when we try to &lt;br /&gt;understand the things that happen to us. What has &lt;br /&gt;passed will not return: we cannot for ever be &lt;br /&gt;children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or &lt;br /&gt;rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and &lt;br /&gt;night relive an affair with someone who has gone &lt;br /&gt;away and has not the least intention of coming &lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them &lt;br /&gt;really go away. That is why it is so important &lt;br /&gt;(however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, &lt;br /&gt;move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell &lt;br /&gt;or donate the books you have at home. Everything &lt;br /&gt;in this visible world is a manifestation of the &lt;br /&gt;invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts &lt;br /&gt;and getting rid of certain memories also means &lt;br /&gt;making some room for other memories to take their &lt;br /&gt;place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from &lt;br /&gt;them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so &lt;br /&gt;sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not &lt;br /&gt;expect anything in return, do not expect your &lt;br /&gt;efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be &lt;br /&gt;discovered, your love to be understood. Stop &lt;br /&gt;turning on your emotional television to watch the &lt;br /&gt;same program over and over again, the one that &lt;br /&gt;shows how much you suffered from a certain &lt;br /&gt;loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love &lt;br /&gt;relationships that are broken off, work that is &lt;br /&gt;promised but there is no starting date, decisions &lt;br /&gt;that are always put off waiting for the ideal &lt;br /&gt;moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old &lt;br /&gt;one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has &lt;br /&gt;passed will never come back. Remember that there &lt;br /&gt;was a time when you could live without that thing &lt;br /&gt;or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is &lt;br /&gt;not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may &lt;br /&gt;even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity &lt;br /&gt;or arrogance, but simply because that no longer &lt;br /&gt;fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, &lt;br /&gt;clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being &lt;br /&gt;who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who &lt;br /&gt;you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112061371350274055?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112061371350274055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112061371350274055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/they-say-time-heals-all-wounds-but.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775821.post-112044066243880901</id><published>2005-07-04T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:31:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To make the most out of just two days in Galera, I got so burnt!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang nognog ko naaa!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;waaaahh!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775821-112044066243880901?l=bikoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112044066243880901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775821/posts/default/112044066243880901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-make-most-out-of-just-two-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08939374364045069228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8m14-Go9dI/SYScVyI_hWI/AAAAAAAAACc/kJgN8olTZ0s/S220/BLOG+pic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
