<?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-3645039</id><updated>2012-01-08T22:06:55.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Me (In)Sane</title><subtitle type='html'>The Blog formerly known as I came, I saw, I blogged</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>762</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116219683328668482</id><published>2006-10-30T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:27:13.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving over to wordpress.

&lt;a href="http://jenstar.wordpress.com"&gt;http://jenstar.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;

Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116219683328668482?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116219683328668482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116219683328668482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116219683328668482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116219683328668482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/moving-over-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116182402553983641</id><published>2006-10-25T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:53:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I texted Vet1 from the previous entry to thank her for all the help she gave us.  I also told her that Bambam did not make it.

She reminded me of all the things that we need to do to make our house ready for a new puppy.  She recommended that we disinfect all parts where Bambam stayed (That's done) and that we can get a new puppy after 1 month (Though the vet who provided us with Doxyvet said to wait until 3 months).  She also told us to throw out all of Bambam's vitamins since we can't really use it anymore because it might be carrying the virus.

What I love about Vet1 is that she sent me a note through my teammate about the things that I need to consider when getting a new pet puppy.

THINGS TO CONSIDER (WHEN GETTING A NEW PET PUPPY)
- Puppy must be ~3 mos of age.
- Dewormed with an "all-wormer" starting at 2 weeks, 4 weeks and 6 weeks of age.
- Hat at least 2 shots of "5 in 1" (Canine Parvovirus, Canine Distemper, Leptospirosis, Canine Infectious Hepatitis, and Influenza) at 6 weeks of age and 8 weeks of age.
- No hernia, dewclaw or other anatomical abnormalities
- No ticks, fleas, dandruff, scales and flakes; no alopecia or falling hair.
- Make sure vaccination record is properly filled up and each vaccine has the vet's signature and license number.

She also recommended that next time we get a dog, we get a poodle or a boston terrier or a pomeranian.

I've definitely converted to be a dog-lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116182402553983641?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116182402553983641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116182402553983641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116182402553983641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116182402553983641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-texted-vet1-from-previous-entry-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116173421023625270</id><published>2006-10-24T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:56:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bambam died earlier this morning.

Ganito pala ang feeling.  Di naman sa pag-oOA pero ang sakit.

Yesterday we were at the vet because I was worried about her not eating.  The vet misdiagnosed her as having Parvo.  I was a little concerned that he was saying that she has Parvo because all the signs for distemper were showing.  The vet even had the gall to tell me that if it's distemper "Bactrim should've taken cared of it".  Naiinis lang ako.  Kasi I believed him.  I don't know anything about dogs except for those that I read on the internet and what other friends tell me.

I consulted two other vets.  The first vet was a friend of my teammate.  Sya din ang vet ng dog nung team mate ko.  I told her all of the symptoms that Bambam had and she felt na distemper na talaga.  When Bambam had a seizure, she was the one I called.  The vet was trying to calm me down pero deep inside, I had a feeling that she's calming me down para di mastress si Bambam.  She was also telling me to find other animal clinics within the area to confine Bambam, kaso lang, the animal clinics that she was telling me, mga nakasara (ewan bakit nagsasara ng holiday).  Imagine, she's from Quezon City, we have not met and yet she was the one looking for Animal Clinics in the area pa.  Mabait talaga.

The second vet, my husband found on the internet.  I called her up.  Her clinic was in Imus but I was willing to drive Bambam there just to confine her na.  Pero when I told her the symptoms, she told me that Bambam had a very slim chance of surviving and not to take her to the clinic anymore.  Sakit pala nun.  As in naiyak na lang ako because it's as if she's telling me na wala na.  When I called Vet1 about what Vet2 said, sabi ni Vet1, dahil baka makahawa na si Bambam ng ibang dogs kaya wag na lang.

Vet1 prescribed me with Doxycycline.  So I went to Mercury.  Syempre, since over the phone lang at walang reseta, Mercury did not dispense the drug.  I had to ask DA POGI to find a vet on his way home and get some Doxyvet if they have it.  Good thing he found a clinic in Bacoor.  He told the vet of the symptoms and syempre sabi din ng Vet, distemper.  The vet gave him the doxyvet (na di nya nakikita ang dog, sabi nila illegal daw yun, pero sobrang thankful ako sa vet na yun for giving us kahit na onting hope).  I texted the vet that diagnosed her with Parvo to tell him that Bambam was seizing and meron nang bula sa bibig niya.  Ang sinabi niya sa akin sa text "Looks like she won't make it.  Just keep her warm.".  Yun lang.  Tapos na ang text niya.

As soon as he got home, we gave Bambam the Doxyvet na.  Since she was having seizures early that day, we were just happy that her seizures stopped for a couple of hours.  The Polynerv we gave her helped din.  Kasi it calmed her down.

Around 7PM last night, Bambam started convulsing.  As in nakakatakot na kumbulsyon.  Vet1 warned me about this during one of our phone conversations so I was calming both my husband and Bambam during that time.  As in try ko magsalita in my most soothing voice.  I don't know if it helped Bambam, pero she was looking at me when she was convulsing.  Pababa baba kami ng husband ko to keep her company.  Then nung nagkapaguran na, sabi ko matulog na kami, let Bambam rest and let our prayers do the rest.

Kaninang 450, bumaba si Yaya Joy to cook breakfast.  Di na daw humihinga si Bambam.  My husband woke me up and he had tears in his eyes.  Sabi ko, they need to bury Bambam agad kasi I don't want to see her na.  I know na hahagulgol lang ako ng iyak.  I called my mom and she was telling me that maybe Bambam was not meant to be ours.  We did our best to keep her healthy, kaya lang she was sick na to begin with.

Bambam is currently buried in our backyard.  I cried on my way to work because I felt that I should've trusted my gut and insisted to the vet that he gets her tested for both Parvo and distemper.

Later when I get home, it will be a little sad.  Wala na akong ibebaby talk.  Wala na akong aasarin ng "Bambambina".  Wala na akong susundan habang naghahanap sya ng kung san sya maglalabas ng bomba.

Bambam is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116173421023625270?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116173421023625270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116173421023625270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116173421023625270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116173421023625270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/bambam-died-earlier-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116156406254893692</id><published>2006-10-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:41:02.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Da Pogi's Mamu gave us a puppy dog for a housewarming present.  She's a pitbull/terrier mix (di ba nga pitbull mix na, dinagdagan pa ng terrier.  ASKAL na talaga).  We named her Bambam.

Bambam has been with us for a week.  She has not been eating well.  We took her to the vet 2x already and her weight has slowly declined.  She was at 2 kilos last week, yesterday her weight was at 1.7 na lang.  For a puppy her size, that 0.3k was a big deal.  We can already see her ribs because she's really losing weight.

She was diagnosed with Gastro Hemmorhagic Enteritis by the vet.  She was given antibiotics and is still on antibiotics.  However, she's not really improving.  Granted, she has been walking around more than during her first 2 days with us, but it's really worrying me that she's not eating.

We have tried bottle feeding her milk.  We know she likes Alpo Beef and Liver for puppies.  But she only licks the sauce and does not eat the chunks of meat.  Her vet prescribed her with breeder's choice for puppies but she doesn't like them.  I've even asked Yaya Joy to soak the pellets and mash them just so she will eat them.  She needs to eat a minimum of 50grams a day but she's not eating.

Bambam is my first pet.  EVER.  When I was young, we had a puppy, but when that puppy died (after a week), my parents did not replace him.  I don't have any memories of that puppy.

Bambam is slowly losing her strength.  As in yesterday, naglalakad syang parang lasing, pasuray suray.  And I'm at my wits end as to how to make her eat.

HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116156406254893692?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116156406254893692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116156406254893692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116156406254893692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116156406254893692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/da-pogis-mamu-gave-us-puppy-dog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116131410203790797</id><published>2006-10-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:15:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kwentong Manong Guard na naman.  Kahapon ng hapon naman nangyari to.

Guard: Ma'am eto na po ang lisensya niyo.  Boyfriend niyo po ba ang nasa picture. (binigay ko kasi ang buong lalagyan dahil temp license pa lang ako, may picture ni DA POGI dun.)
Ako: Ex na ho.
Guard: Sayang Ma'am.  Gwapo pa naman.
Ako: Ex na ho, kasi asawa ko na.
Guard: Ay ganun ho ba?  Akala ko dalaga pa kayo e.

O di ba?  Love talaga nila ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116131410203790797?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116131410203790797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116131410203790797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116131410203790797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116131410203790797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/kwentong-manong-guard-na-naman.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116122860304148176</id><published>2006-10-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:30:03.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para kay Elapot, mini house tour.


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/Sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/Sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very very comfortable sofa. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/Dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/Dining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Dining Set.  The painting was a gift from Da Pogi's uncle.  Andun yan sa Condo namin sa Makati dati. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/TVRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/TVRoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite room, our TV Room.  The sofa is a sofa bed that we got for a very good price from my uncle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More pictures to follow. :D&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116122860304148176?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116122860304148176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116122860304148176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116122860304148176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116122860304148176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-kay-elapot-mini-house-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116104909498311813</id><published>2006-10-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:38:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na LSS ako dito

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDqG7S09__c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDqG7S09__c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116104909498311813?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116104909498311813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116104909498311813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116104909498311813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116104909498311813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/na-lss-ako-dito-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116096607845387388</id><published>2006-10-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:34:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing with turning 28 is that you are no longer 27.  Nothing else changes, just an added year to your age.

It's another year added to your belt, another year that you will live and enjoy.

I turned 28 today.  Learned 2 new things in one day.  I learned to play Sudoku and I learned that I can take a decent driver's license picture.

If I can learn 2 things everyday, potentially, that means 730 new things until I turn 29.

Imagine the possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116096607845387388?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116096607845387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116096607845387388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116096607845387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116096607845387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/thing-with-turning-28-is-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116096475132211916</id><published>2006-10-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:12:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember those days when you curse the person who took your driver's license picture?

For the first time since 2001, I actually have a pretty decent driver's license picture.  It's so good I actually show people without them asking.  Hehe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116096475132211916?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116096475132211916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116096475132211916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116096475132211916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116096475132211916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/remember-those-days-when-you-curse.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116009547966581972</id><published>2006-10-05T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:44:39.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for a cool change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116009547966581972?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116009547966581972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116009547966581972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116009547966581972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116009547966581972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-cool-change.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-116002238686056565</id><published>2006-10-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:26:26.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako or maiinis sa guard ng business park kung asan ang office namin.

Umuwi kasi ako ng lunch sa bahay dahil may nag-iintay sa akin.  Anyway pag balik ko, hininto ako ng guard ng business park kasi walang sticker ng business park ang dala kong kotse.  Kotse kasi ni DA POGI yun.  Anyway ganito ang usapan namin.

Guard:  San po kayo Ma'am?
Ako: Dyan sa may &lt;insert&gt; (sabay pakita ng ID).
Guard: Ma'am wala po kayong sticker.
Ako: (Sa utak ko, alam ko po, kaya nga bumagal ako papunta ng gate e.) Ay kasi po hindi ito ang normal kong gamit na sasakyan.
Guard: Asan na po ang normal niyong gamit na kotse?
Ako: Pinang-coding po.
Guard: *Sinilip ang plaka ng kotse, tapos balik sa akin*  Ma'am kailangan ko po ng lisensya niyo.
Ako: Eto po o.
Guard: *Tinignan ang lisensya* Ma'am expired na po next week ang lisensya niyo.
Ako: (Sa utak ko, alam ko po, hindi pa naman expired!  Mag-eexpire pa lang)  Alam ko po.  Magpaparenew ako next week.
Guard: Ma'am magparenew na kayo agad baka mapaso pa tong lisensya niyo. *sabay abot ng claim stub para sa lisensya*

Hindi naman sya matanong no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-116002238686056565?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/116002238686056565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=116002238686056565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116002238686056565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/116002238686056565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/hindi-ko-alam-kung-matutuwa-ako-or.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115992055593533745</id><published>2006-10-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:09:15.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I love about our new house.
- I don't need to wake up at 430AM anymore.
- My husband and I get to eat breakfast at home.
- Our TV Room/Guest Room!
- Having measured nooks and crannies 5-6 times each, the wardrobe and cabinet we bought looks like it was custom made.
- You don't need an electric fan or airconditioning at night. :)
- Everything (almost everything), is still brand new and shiny.
- I live 5 minutes away from SM Dasma. 
- Church is also 5 minutes away.
- Security is pretty tight at the subdivision.  Our contractors for our fencing have subdivision IDs.
- Most unpacking is done.  Our house looks liveable now. :D

Things I wish could be better.
- I hope that water would be more consistent.  What with the recent power failures, the reservoir was emptied yesterday.
- I hope that the cows and goats situation can finally be controlled.  A week before we moved in, we found stinky remains of placenta (oh yes! you read it right!), in our side door.  We knew it was goat placenta because we found 2 new baby goats roaming around the area.
- We have to go out of the subdivision to throw trash.  There is no trash truck going around to collect trash.
- Our next door neighboor is actually 4 blocks away.
- DA POGI has to wake up really early, and gets home pretty late.
- Our gas consumption will be pretty steep this time.  I take a car to work now and DA POGI insists on taking his own car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115992055593533745?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115992055593533745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115992055593533745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115992055593533745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115992055593533745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-i-love-about-our-new-house.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115976169335241475</id><published>2006-10-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:01:33.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My post-"Milenyo" post.

We finally moved into the new house.  What we initially thought to be 2 trips for the van, turned out to be 3 trips.  But at least we are done.

Our house looks like it has been rampaged by Milenyo, what with the opened and unopened boxes.  Our wardrobe hasn't been assembled yet (darn you Our Home!), so we are now living on suitcases.  One of the rooms had all of our books and dvds.  And all of my shoes.  It only has about 10 inches of floor space so you can look around for your stuff. :D

We were so tired from all the moving, my back gave in Friday night what will all the lifting required.  I had to lie down on the floor to straigthen it out.  My husband had to drive back and forth from Makati to Cavite to move our stuff.  Since we lived in a high rise in Makati, it took us about 2 hours to move the stuff from the condo unit to the parking lot.  But surprisingly, it only took us 10 minutes to unload the van when we got to the house.

Everything is all peachy even though there are times that there's no water in Cavite.  Milenyo is to blame for the lack of water supply.  SM Dasma and Waltermart and Robinson's had no drinking water on sale.  We had to resort to asking my in-laws to bring drinking water today.  I had to make do with about 3 gallons of water to take a shower this morning, that is a feat all by itself.  We borrowed a big drum from DA POGI's grandpa so we can store water temporarily.

I'm just happy that we're home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115976169335241475?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115976169335241475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115976169335241475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115976169335241475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115976169335241475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-post-milenyo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115922581110854496</id><published>2006-09-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:10:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curtains up.  4 days to go till move in date.

Nerve wracking for a control freak like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115922581110854496?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115922581110854496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115922581110854496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115922581110854496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115922581110854496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/curtains-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115862602591771255</id><published>2006-09-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:33:45.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new favorite site: &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com"&gt;http://www.apartmenttherapy.com&lt;/a&gt;

Thanks &lt;a href="http://spacemai.com"&gt;Mai &lt;/a&gt;for the link!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115862602591771255?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115862602591771255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115862602591771255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115862602591771255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115862602591771255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-favorite-site-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115849907612437333</id><published>2006-09-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:17:56.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So DA POGI and I have decided on a move in day.  We'll be moving into the new house by the end of this month.

Right now, everything is a little chaotic.  Last weekend we went to SM Dasmarinas to buy our refrigerator and stove.  It will be delivered next weekend.

Most of the furniture that we bought from SM Makati will be delivered next Sunday or if not that day, October 1.  If it get's delivered on October 1, we'll sleep and eat on the floor until furniture comes in.

We've been slowly moving in some of the little stuff (like wedding gifts that we got and we haven't used).  I'm a little concerned on the actual moving in date, since it's really cutting eveything so close.  Our last day here in the condo is September 30, and that is our moving day.  I know I know, bad timing, but that is the only day that we would have most of the stuff available in the new house.

I MIGHT be taking some time off from work during that week, but of course because of my busy schedule (don't ask me why), taking some time off will be painful afterwards.  My husband taking time off work will be a bigger challenge.

Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115849907612437333?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115849907612437333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115849907612437333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115849907612437333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115849907612437333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-da-pogi-and-i-have-decided-on-move.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115818881621756449</id><published>2006-09-13T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:19:57.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to Toni, TinTin, Pipaps, KoochieKooch and Mama Mee for helping me out in my interior decoration dilemma.

I'm still a little confused as to how to decorate the common area, but at least I have now bottomed out on what to do with the upstairs bedrooms. This is a big improvement over my disorientation last week.

So wish me luck! Maybe I'll post some pictures if the bedrooms turn out really well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115818881621756449?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115818881621756449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115818881621756449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115818881621756449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115818881621756449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-to-toni-tintin-pipaps.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115810906831861881</id><published>2006-09-12T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:57:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://suicidegirls.com/news/celeb/18103/"&gt;Suicide Girls Top 50 High School Films of all time&lt;/a&gt;.  I highlighted movies that I've seen.

50. Splendor in the Grass 1961
&lt;strong&gt;49. Sixteen Candles 1984&lt;/strong&gt;
48. Just One of the Guys 1985
47. Napoleon Dynamite 2004
46. Flirting 1992
45. My Bodyguard 1980
&lt;strong&gt;44. Can't Hardly Wait 1998&lt;/strong&gt;
43. Stand and Deliver 1988
42. Fame 1980
&lt;strong&gt;41. Can't Buy Me Love 1987&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;40. Risky Business 1983&lt;/strong&gt;
39. The Virgin Suicides 2000
38. Bye Bye Birdie 1963
37. Friday Night Lights 2004
&lt;strong&gt;36. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 2005&lt;/strong&gt;
35. Brick 2006
34. Get Real 1999
&lt;strong&gt;33. Hoop Dreams 1994&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;32. Scream 1996&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;31. The Karate Kid 1984&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;30. Bring It On 2000&lt;/strong&gt;
29. Gregory's Girl 1982
&lt;strong&gt;28. Back to the Future 1985&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;27. To Sir, With Love 1967 &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;26. Pretty in Pink 1986&lt;/strong&gt;
25. Hoosiers 1986
24. Rushmore 1998
23. Cooley High 1975
&lt;strong&gt;22. American Pie 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;21. Grease 1978&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;20. Dead Poets Society 1989&lt;/strong&gt;
19. The Last Picture Show 1971
18. Rock 'n' Roll High School 1979
17. Peggy Sue Got Married 1986
&lt;strong&gt;16. Lucas 1986&lt;/strong&gt;
15. Carrie 1976
14. Donnie Darko 2001
13. High School 1968
&lt;strong&gt;12. Mean Girls 2004&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;11. Say Anything 1989&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;10. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off 1986&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;09. Election 1999&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;08. Boyz N the Hood 1991&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;07. Clueless 1995&lt;/strong&gt;
06. American Graffiti 1973
&lt;strong&gt;05. Heathers 1989&lt;/strong&gt;
04. Rebel Without A Cause 1955
&lt;strong&gt;03. Dazed and Confused 1993&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;02. Fast Times at Ridgemont High 1982&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;01. The Breakfast Club 1985&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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Wala pa dito yung Some Kind of Wonderful.  Type ko din yung movie na yun.

Syempre kung sasama mo ang Pinoy Movies, may Bagets pa, and Jologs the movie.

Kayo, anong mga Teen Flicks ang naaalala niyo na wala sa list na ito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115810906831861881?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115810906831861881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115810906831861881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115810906831861881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115810906831861881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/suicide-girls-top-50-high-school-films.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115759418035712869</id><published>2006-09-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:56:20.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need interior decorating tips.

Do any of you guys know of a good website to go to?  Or if you have any decorating tips, I would really really appreciate it.

Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115759418035712869?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115759418035712869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115759418035712869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115759418035712869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115759418035712869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-seriously-need-interior-decorating.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115750803527374486</id><published>2006-09-05T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:00:35.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We bought our first big purchase for the house.  We got ourselves a couch.

Well, technically a love seat rather than a couch.  A couch will not fit in the little space that should fit our dining room and living room.  So we had to settle for a loveseat.

It's brown, it's leather and it matches the paint (paint inside is yellow), so happy happy me.

What's better is that we got it at 20% off thanks to Henry Sy.

Now, the only thing that's a big problem is transporting it to Cavite.  Yes, we liked the couch so much that we got it at SM Makati.  It's not really an impulse buy because we've been eyeing that couch for 3 separate instances.  Unfortunately, SM Dasma does not carry the same style.  They only have it at Mall of Asia Home World and SM Makati Home World.

If I have it delivered to Cavite, savings would only be 10%.  Should I be a miser and just pick it up at SM?

Hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115750803527374486?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115750803527374486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115750803527374486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115750803527374486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115750803527374486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-bought-our-first-big-purchase-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115732571485571071</id><published>2006-09-03T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:21:54.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was out sick again last week.  I hate being sick.  I hate going to the doctor.  I hate feeling helpless.

Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115732571485571071?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115732571485571071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115732571485571071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115732571485571071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115732571485571071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-out-sick-again-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115691385937692867</id><published>2006-08-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:57:39.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/hula3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/200/hula3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hula Hula with the Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken August 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kunwari Spa Party&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115691385937692867?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115691385937692867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115691385937692867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115691385937692867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115691385937692867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/hula-hula-with-girlstaken-august.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115681466124845486</id><published>2006-08-28T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:24:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new pair of jeans.

As in jeans that really fit me.  As some of you know, I've lost weight since July of last year.  All in all I've lost about 17 lbs.  (from 145lbs to 128 lbs, pero i even went as low as 125 bumalik na lang).  So as most of you can imagine, my old jeans sag in all the wrong places. 

My friend A has been bugging me to get a new pair to fit me.  So I got a new pair.

I think the new pair looks good on me because I saw someone checking out my a$$.  Someone even commented that I looked younger.  Wala lang.  haha.

And you know what they say about fitting clothes making you look slimmer?  It's so true.  A was commenting that I was indeed slimming down.

Happy happy me. :D

&lt;em&gt;* I now fit into Large for jeans (about 28 in - 30 in in waist) and Medium tops.  OO na!  malaki na ang pata ko.  hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115681466124845486?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115681466124845486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115681466124845486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115681466124845486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115681466124845486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-new-pair-of-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115672240960883269</id><published>2006-08-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:46:49.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Da Pogi:&lt;/strong&gt; Kung meron kang isang freebie*, sino ang pipiliin mo?
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Di ko alam.  Ang hirap naman ng tanong mo.
&lt;strong&gt;Da Pogi:&lt;/strong&gt; Dali na.
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; P10l0 Pascual(wala naman hesitation actually).  Pero dapat ang mga lines niya kapareho nung kung papano sya dun sa  Sa Piling Mo.  Kung hindi ayoko na.


&lt;em&gt;* Free to date even if we're married.  Remember that old Friends episode where Ross and Rachel lists down the 5 celebrities they can be with even if they are together, with no questions asked?  We only have one.  Baka kasi makasalubong talaga namin sa totoong buhay e. bwahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115672240960883269?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115672240960883269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115672240960883269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115672240960883269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115672240960883269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/da-pogi-kung-meron-kang-isang-freebie.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115648148296742061</id><published>2006-08-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:51:22.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I won't be tempted by the Mall of Asia.  I was wrong.

I have been there twice this week.  Yes, twice.  Both times we were there until closing time.

There's really nothing special about it.  It's just a mall anyways.  But there really is a wide open space and stores tend to be larger than those of Glorietta or Megamall.

I've been there twice and I think I've seen most stores.  HOWEVER, I will not go there on a weekend.  As in never.

But then again, I said I will not go there ever.  So maybe I'll change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115648148296742061?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115648148296742061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115648148296742061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115648148296742061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115648148296742061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-i-wont-be-tempted-by-mall-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115638846817793737</id><published>2006-08-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:01:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/000006376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/200/000006376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heart you. (Especially the black one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo swiped from the Aerosoles Website.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115638846817793737?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115638846817793737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115638846817793737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115638846817793737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115638846817793737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-heart-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115631029144984751</id><published>2006-08-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:18:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alam mong tumatanda ka na kung ganito ang usapan niyo ng pinsan mo:

Pinsan ko: naka-bili pala ako ng sex &amp; the city na complete season...P240 lang.
Ako: anong season?
Pinsan ko: wala lang...share ko lang.
Ako: bad yang sex and the city para sa mga bata!
Ako: r18 yan
Pinsan ko: take note: 22 na ako.

Forever sa utak ko, 10 years old ka pa lang 'insan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115631029144984751?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115631029144984751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115631029144984751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115631029144984751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115631029144984751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/alam-mong-tumatanda-ka-na-kung-ganito.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115631095338393481</id><published>2006-08-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:29:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/Image(13).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/Image%2813%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Happy 27th Baby! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115631095338393481?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115631095338393481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115631095338393481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115631095338393481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115631095338393481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-27th-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115587784151851629</id><published>2006-08-17T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:10:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am Jen and I had road rage.

Oh yes!  I had it so bad that I sometimes say expletives when driving even if my mother is my passenger.  And I have had times that my mother slapped my hand for cursing while driving (Sorry Mommy.).  My friend, Bomb, would often ask me to calm down while driving.  My sister would laugh at all the expletives I've used (believe me, I can be creative), and would often say thj

Though my road rage is not the Rolito Go kind, I still would often get stressed during traffic.  Hurling expletives at incompetent drivers is my way of releasing the stress.  I know, I know, they don't hear me when I shout at them from inside an airconditioned car.  But, I can't help it.

That was then.

Now, I have a PSP and I have the Burnout Legends UMD.  During those days that I feel as if I want to strangle someone on the road, I imagine what it would be like to play the Road Rage part of the game. 

As a result, my officemates have seen an improvement in my demeanor.  They actually say that I look calmer.  Looks like the advice I got about diverting anger into a different expression really worked.

Hay naku!  Hopefully, a calmer me will mean a more productive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115587784151851629?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115587784151851629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115587784151851629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115587784151851629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115587784151851629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-jen-and-i-had-road-rage.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115492576459989524</id><published>2006-08-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:42:44.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our loveshack is as clean as a whistle.  Thanks to my mom.

I can probably eat on the bathroom floors and I would still be ok.

The kitchen cabinets are organized, I can now see all of the groceries and that redundant pack of microwaveable popcorn.

My clothes are all organized, even by color.

I got praises for my flip flop basket.  At least that was an area that I was organized. :D

I love my Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115492576459989524?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115492576459989524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115492576459989524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115492576459989524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115492576459989524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-loveshack-is-as-clean-as-whistle.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115464740473402163</id><published>2006-08-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:23:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/exintel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/200/exintel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
E, Me, Elapot and Elapot's Bebi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken July 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang cute namin no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115464740473402163?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115464740473402163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115464740473402163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115464740473402163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115464740473402163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-me-elapot-and-elapots-bebitaken-july.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115447487748628710</id><published>2006-08-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:27:57.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so something happened that I just need to blog about.  So now, I have an excuse to blog. ;)

My darling husband was on sick leave Friday and Monday.  He was down with the flu and knowing him, he wouldn't miss work as long as he can still walk.  Suffice it to say he was as sick as a dog during those 2 days.

Yesterday, he went back to work.

I got an IM from him yesterday morning telling me that he needs to go to Singapore for a week.  He might be leaving on Thursday or the soonest time he can book a flight.  That's fine. 

But I received a phone call from him in the afternoon telling me that he was leaving today instead and coming back this weekend.  Napaka jetsetter ng asawa ko, akala mo ba sa Quiapo lang pupunta.  He was asking me if I was cool about it.  Of course I was.  I knew that he was going on a business trip, just don't know when exactly.  It just got pulled in.

I just find it funny because the travel support for our office does not work as fast as theirs.  He informed the travel coordinator that he will need to fly out the soonest time possible and he got his trip booked and hotel reserved later in the afternoon.  How efficient is that?

Di na ako manghihingi ng pasalubong.  Mahal ang bilihin sa Singapore. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115447487748628710?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115447487748628710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115447487748628710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115447487748628710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115447487748628710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-so-something-happened-that-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115430747460704317</id><published>2006-07-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:57:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, my blog.

Just have been very busy at work.  The company has started it's restructuring and reorganizing to make it a lean mean fighting machine.  Of course, that meant a lot of work.  Reorgs, reengineerings, or whatever you might call it, are never fun.

I have been so busy, that I literally pass out when I ride the 4PM bus going home.  Never mind if I am drooling or snoring during the bus ride home.  Talking the whole day will make you tired.  This coming from me.  Sheesh what has the world come to?

A lot has happened in terms of contradictions.  One, I now say that talking is tiresome.  Two, I am now a manager.  And people who know me, know that I am not a people person.  Well, I try to and most of the time, I get lucky.  And before you congratulate me, this is not a promotion, this is just a change in job description.  Three, my handwriting now magically looks like my high school handwriting.  That's not a contradiction, I just wanted to put that in.

Lest, y'all forget that I am still alive, I'm posting this.  Hopefully my next post will not be 2 weeks from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115430747460704317?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115430747460704317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115430747460704317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115430747460704317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115430747460704317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-for-lack-of-posts-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115327735813335154</id><published>2006-07-18T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:43:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you afraid of needles?

I am not. But having a needle jammed into one of your veins would really awaken the child in you.

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/Image(27)(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/200/Image%2827%29%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Waaaaah!&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115327735813335154?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115327735813335154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115327735813335154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115327735813335154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115327735813335154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-afraid-of-needles-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115283300750641939</id><published>2006-07-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:23:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masyado palang innocent ang dating ng nanay ni Forrest Gump.  Sabi niya kasi "Life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're gonna get."

E papano kung "Life is like a poker game, you'll never know what cards you'll be dealt".

Oi!  Akin na yan.  Bawal ang kopya.

Pero sa totoo lang, totoo naman parang Texas Hold'em poker talaga ang buhay.  Bibigyan ka ng dalawang cards, ikaw ang mamimili kung anong gusto mong gawin, gusto mo bang umatras or ituloy ang laban.  Bawat ikot ng laro, either magdadagdag ka ng pusta or ichecheck mo lang ang pusta mo.  Pagka nagdeal na ng flop, either lalakas ang loob mo, or kakabahan ka sa panget ng baraha mo.  Kung sadyang malakas ang loob mo at tingin mo kaya mo ang mga kalaban mo, sige lang ang pusta.  Ika nga nila, the higher the risks, the higher the return.  Pag lumabas ang turn card, at maganda pa rin ang takbo ng baraha mo, go ka pa rin.  Pero kung umaasa ka lang sa river card para isalba ka, ay sadyang nakakakaba.  Pero pag naipanalo mo naman ang set na yun, sadyang elated ka, lalo na if you just bluffed your way out of it.  Lusot e.

Para akong lalaki sa comparison ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115283300750641939?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115283300750641939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115283300750641939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115283300750641939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115283300750641939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/masyado-palang-innocent-ang-dating-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115275355627525824</id><published>2006-07-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:19:16.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minsan, pag iniisip ko, nakakasad din at ang naiisip ng karamihan ng tao e wala nang ibang choice kundi mag migrate sa ibang bansa.

Wala naman masama dun.  Nakakasad lang.

Nakakasad lang na naiisip nila na pag andito sila, di nila mabibigyan ng magandang future ang anak nila.  Nakakasad kung naiisip nila na pag andito sila, di nila kayang maka afford ng bahay at lupa.  Na hindi nila kakayanin na bumili ng magagarang sasakyan.  Nasasad ako na isipin na naiisip nila na di sila makakaipon kung nandirito lang sila.

Nakakasad lang na usually ang nakakaisip ng mga ganito e yung mga tao na talagang kung iisipin mo ay maganda sana kung manatili sa Pilipinas.  Yung tipo bang, alam mong magagaling at magdadala ng dangal sa Pinas.

Wala lang nakakasad lang.

Madrama na naman ako.  Palibhasa gloomy ang weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115275355627525824?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115275355627525824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115275355627525824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115275355627525824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115275355627525824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/minsan-pag-iniisip-ko-nakakasad-din-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115257934821818633</id><published>2006-07-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:55:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met for dinner with Elapot who's visiting for the next couple of weeks.

Of course, dinner with friends would not be successful if there was no bloggable event right?  We had dinner at Italliani's, as usual food and service was superb! :D

&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; Kala ko ba bago ang menu sa dito?
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Bago nga.
&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; E pareho lang naman ang mga pagkain e.
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Bago nga!  Tignan mo ang menu (referring to actual menu), bagong print yan.

Di pa natapos.

&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; O itong Chicken Parmigiana, bago yan.
&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; E dati pa may Chicken Parmigiana dito e.
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Pero dati ang kapartner niyan Angel Hair Pomodoro, ngayon Carbonara na. Di ba bago yan?

Of course, it would be hell funnier in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115257934821818633?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115257934821818633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115257934821818633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115257934821818633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115257934821818633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/met-for-dinner-with-elapot-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115224104962278216</id><published>2006-07-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:57:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy ako, pero kailangan ko lang isulat to.

Mahirap na talaga sa mga kababaihan ngayon.  Una, mas madami na ang babae kesa lalaki.  Ang masakit pa nito, kalahati pa ng mga available na lalaki, e lalaki din ang gusto.

Everyday, ang daming nagpapareto sa akin.  Gosh!  San ako kukuha ng irereto sa kanila?

Hindi madali ang buhay ng bugaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115224104962278216?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115224104962278216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115224104962278216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115224104962278216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115224104962278216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-ako-pero-kailangan-ko-lang-isulat.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115188128283827693</id><published>2006-07-02T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:01:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband got a pedometer from work.

He joined a voluntary health program at work.  They were issued with pedometers and they had to walk at least 10,000 steps a day.  They log the number of steps they make each day.  After logging in, I don't know what they do with it.

Anyway, my husband has had the pedometer for a week.  During that week, he hasn't logged anything more than 8,000 steps.  So yesterday, my lazy a$$ was dragged into the mall so we can walk the 10,000 steps.  Walking in the mall can make a woman's heart palpitate.  Imagine all the possibilities.  All the shoes, all the bags, all the clothes.

So what did I get out of walking 10,000 steps? 

Not shoes.  Not bags.  Not clothes.

I got my own pedometer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115188128283827693?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115188128283827693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115188128283827693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115188128283827693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115188128283827693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-husband-got-pedometer-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115162160102596571</id><published>2006-06-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:53:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ganda ganda ng Superman.  Brandon Routh is Christopher Reeve.

Yun lang.  Yoko maglagay ng spoiler.  Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115162160102596571?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115162160102596571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115162160102596571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115162160102596571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115162160102596571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/ganda-ganda-ng-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115128643103319929</id><published>2006-06-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:47:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my officemates stole my thunder.

This weekend, I had my hair straightened. I am VERY happy with the results. I was half expecting the hair to be brittle afterwards, but it was silky smooth and it really is very different from my usual hair.

When I get to the office, feeling ko ang ganda ganda ko. Kaso lang, everytime someone sees me, ganito ang comment nila.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sample Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Jen, ikaw ba yan? Ang ganda ng hair mo. Alam mo si ***** nagpastraight din.&lt;/em&gt;

I have no problems sharing the limelight with somebody. Kaso lang ***** is a guy!  Cata, baka sundin ko na lang ang payo mo at magpakulot na lang ako!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115128643103319929?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115128643103319929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115128643103319929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115128643103319929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115128643103319929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-of-my-officemates-stole-my-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115127619272050621</id><published>2006-06-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:42:54.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past weekend was all about small victories.

I consider myself a mature enough person to handle most of the adult stuff, but little did I know that choosing floor tiles for our house will be a pain. DA POGI and I spent almost 2 hours inside the builder store, just trying to come to a compromise as to which tiles are the best for our new abode. I tend to lean towards the more conservative, thus boring, whites and beiges. My husband leaned towards the more mediterranian, choosing ochres and reds. We settled on having ochre flooring in the first floor and having slightly lighter coloring on the stairs. Now we have to wait another week just to see if the color combination that we chose will go well with the interior. It looked good on visual comparison, but of course it will be a different thing to have a larger area of ochre.

We also went around the subdivision that we are going to live in and looked for fences. There has been some people bugging us to put up a fence right away. Actually, more of concrete walls along the property line. We only have one major problem with that. It costs a lot of money. It may just be hollow blocks, but the quotations that we got from contractors are waaaay above the budget that we initially set. Anyway, looking at the other houses, majority of the houses do not have fences. It indicates two things. Either, people feel secure within the subdivision or people are too poor to afford fencing. Hehe. We'll risk not having a fence yet for a couple of months, try to look for the money and then have the fence built. Fencing, after all, is meant to protect what's inside, but if we put up a fence right away, there might be nothing to protect. :D

I just love the fact that we are now deciding for our own house. US! We get to choose what we want and we get to worry about where to get it. It's fun and scary at the same time. We're adults!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115127619272050621?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115127619272050621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115127619272050621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115127619272050621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115127619272050621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/past-weekend-was-all-about-small.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115067209457996727</id><published>2006-06-18T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:04:28.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usapang lasing.

&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; may word ba na swish?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Meron.
&lt;strong&gt;The Bomb:&lt;/strong&gt; Parang, ang swish naman natin, nakain ko ang laway mo.

Usapang lasing pa rin.

&lt;strong&gt;A Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Lahat ba ng shower may stripper?  Pwede bang sa baby shower ni L may stripper din?

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Tignan nyo nga to kung ako lang ba ang sensitive or pakialamera lang talaga sya.

&lt;strong&gt;Ex-Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; May baby ka na?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Wala pa. *ngiti*
&lt;strong&gt;E-C:&lt;/strong&gt; Ilang taon ka na bang kasal?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 years nitong May.
&lt;strong&gt;E-C:&lt;/strong&gt; Tagal na rin pala. Wala kayong balak mag-baby?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; E hindi pa binibigyan e. Darating din yun kung kelan ibibigay ni God. Atsaka di naman ako nag-asawa para mag-anak ng mag-anak. I got married to share my life with DA POGI.
&lt;strong&gt;E-C:&lt;/strong&gt; Engot. Kaya nag-aasawa para bumuo ng pamilya. Nag-asawa ka pa kung di ka naman mag-aanak.
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; E wala pa nga e. Hindi ba kami family unit na kaming dalawa lang? &lt;em&gt;(Thinking: Engot ka rin, e kung di nga bigyan ng anak? Papano na lang ang mga babae na may diprensya at di magka-anak, e di dapat di na sila nag-asawa?)&lt;/em&gt;

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Kinuwento ko sa kapatid ko yung tungkol kay Ex-Classmate.

&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; So ayun, sinabi ko, di naman ako nag-asawa para mag-anak ng mag-anak. Di ko na nga lang masabi na di naman ako paanaking baboy.
&lt;strong&gt;Sisterette:&lt;/strong&gt; Dati pa siguro mukhang paanaking baboy ka. Ngayon, not so much.

O di ba?! Kapatid ko talaga sya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115067209457996727?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115067209457996727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115067209457996727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115067209457996727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115067209457996727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/usapang-lasing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-115026602203755878</id><published>2006-06-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:20:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Elapot

Here are my 10 simple pleasures.  I'm not passing it on to anyone so if you're interested to give your own take on this meme, just leave a comment in this entry so I can read YOUR simple pleasures.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My Shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

As most of you know, I am a shoe-a-holic.  I used to not like shopping and not like trying on clothes, but when I got married, it's as if I suddenly found the inner shoe-a-holic in me.  I like shoes because even if I'm fat or I'm thin, I fit in the SAME size shoes.  I also take pleasure in putting my shoes in boxes and organizing them by style.  It's my life's dream to have shelves with uniform shoe boxes with polaroids of the shoebox content outside.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Being complimented.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

However bad my day is, a simple compliment would make it 10 times better.  A simple thank you, or a simple show of appreciation for something I do makes me giddy with happiness.  Yeah, giddy.  I may not seem like the gal to show giddiness, but believe me when I say I get giddy.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Chatting with friends about you-know-what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

I met a lot of wonderful people online (you know who you are).  People that I have come to consider as really good friends.  Just getting some time to talk to them expressing fears, sharing happiness, sharing glory and talking about girly girl stuff makes my day.  I don't need to explain that thing that we share, but we have become friends.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Having early dinner with DA POGI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Stress on the EARLY part.  The earliest I've had dinner with my husband on a weekday is 8PM.  He would of course deny it or maybe take offense that I've posted this reality on my blog, but baby, I just miss sleeping early! :)

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Wearing skirts on Weekends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Oh yes.  Weekends are my girly girl days.  I am a jeans and shirt kind of girl when I am in the office.  I am cautious so as not to attract attention (read: pang-aasar) with my clothing, so when it's a weekend, that's the time I bring out the mini skirts and the long flowy skirts and the knee lenght fun colore skirt.  My ex-boyfriend (read: husband) appreciates this as this is the only time he actually feels that he's married to a woman.  Hehe.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. My daily gossip fix.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Have to know what's new with the celebrities at Tinsel town.  Who's seeing who and who gave birth to what?  Who dropped their baby or had plastic surgery done?  The Buzz!

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.  Lucky Magazine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Thank you BookSale for providing me with cheap back copies of Lucky.  It may be backdated by 3 months, but it's all good.  Just thank you.  Why would I buy at National the latest copy for Php400 if I can wait for 3 months and buy it at Booksale for Php65?  Besides, we are not as fashion forward as a country as we'd like to think. HAHA.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.   Iced Venti Low-Fat Vanilla Latte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Especially if you have the Starbucks coupon to save on the addition of the Vanilla flavoring.  And most especially when it's on a special day and there's a coupon for buy 1 get 1 free.  But of course I don't drink 2 coffee drinks.  I do know my caffeine limits.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.  Home Improvements.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

My husband and I recently had the pleasure of visiting our new home.  We now have our own house to decorate (or maybe mess up).  We seem to have listed down a lot of things that we want to see in our house.  List is from here to possibly half of eternity.  Sure this would mean us buying our stuff mostly from Edsa Central (di ba Mel?), but it will also mean that we can put our personal stamp of style in our house.  Housewarming anyone?

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Laughing as if there's no tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Who wouldn't want that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-115026602203755878?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/115026602203755878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=115026602203755878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115026602203755878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/115026602203755878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-elapot-here-are-my-10-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114982041662202600</id><published>2006-06-08T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:33:36.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/HomeSweetHome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/HomeSweetHome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home Sweet Home!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114982041662202600?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114982041662202600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114982041662202600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114982041662202600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114982041662202600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114964493234414481</id><published>2006-06-06T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:51:36.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking inspiration from &lt;a href="http://www.heinztein.com"&gt;Heinz&lt;/a&gt;, here are the ten reasons why I don't think I'd be a good celebrity.

1. My name and my husband's name put together does not sound as good as Benn1fer, Brangel1na or T0mKat.
2. Getting photographed while I'm drunk and having it plastered all over the internet is not my idea of being famous.
3. I don't think I can top Par1s Hilt0n's sex tape.
4. It's not in my genes to lose all the baby weight 2 weeks after giving birth. Heck one of my aunts still has baby weight and her youngest son is 11.
5. I don't think I can keep track of not wearing the same outfits ever. Shoes probably I can manage but not clothes.
6. If I have a child, I can't have him falling from high chairs. Someone already did that.
7. When I'm happy, I don't jump on couches or donate $300,000.
8. I can't stand to have my marriage kept a secret for a year. Or in some cases, 7 years.
9. Every celebrity has a cause. Brangel1na has Africa, T0mKat has the whole Scientology thing, Charl1ze Ther0n has the Blood diamonds. The only cause that I've been passionate about in the past year was to make sure that my shoes were kept in the better part of the house.
10. All the good kid names are taken. Sur1, Sh1loh, Appl3 and M0ses. Unless, I name my kid The Hulk, he's gonna have a mediocre name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114964493234414481?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114964493234414481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114964493234414481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114964493234414481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114964493234414481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/taking-inspiration-from-heinz-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114946124999397686</id><published>2006-06-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:47:30.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No I'm not pregnant.  That's not the news.  :)

I am, however, expecting.  I have been waiting for news about our house construction for a year now and the house is finally completed.  Well, not really completed as in we can move in, because there are some minor need to be fixed before we can finally move in, but nevertheless, the house is there.

Now the only thing missing is the pregnancy news. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114946124999397686?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114946124999397686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114946124999397686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114946124999397686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114946124999397686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-im-not-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114911982133161581</id><published>2006-05-31T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:57:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Puerto Galera and the only (non) celebrity we saw was Ch@nt@l Umal1.

Anyway, vacation time was low down time. So much to tell but thinking about it, not really that exciting to everyone. Just had fun with my husband. Spent some quality time together. That's all.

End of the week last week surprised us with very exciting news. I'll post about it as soon as it's final. I just pray that everything will go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114911982133161581?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114911982133161581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114911982133161581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114911982133161581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114911982133161581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-went-to-puerto-galera-and-only-non.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114903339431704346</id><published>2006-05-30T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:56:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my new SIM card with my OLD number.

So please, send me an SMS!  Help rebuild my phonebook! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114903339431704346?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114903339431704346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114903339431704346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114903339431704346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114903339431704346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-my-new-sim-card-with-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114791056295154837</id><published>2006-05-17T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:02:42.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For people who know me, they know that I am a naturally grumpy person.  I usually walk around with a scowl rather than a smile, and this has caused people to be generally afraid of me if they don't know me.

Anyway, these past few days (especially Monday.  Monday was a manic Monday), I was so unbelievably grumpy, that I just gave up and told myself that I will try to be cheerful for the whole day yesterday.  It did wonders for me.  I am now feeling a little better.  I had a bout of nausea last Tuesday because of stress.

I still wouldn't be crowned Miss Congeniality, but at least, I feel better.  That's what really matters.

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I will be on vacation starting tomorrow.

Since I have no cellphone (replacement SIM hasn't come in yet), no one can reach me during my vacation.  Not one, and the good thing about it is that even work will not be able to reach me.

Well, at least that's the plan.  I just need to make sure that I don't bring my laptop with me.

Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114791056295154837?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114791056295154837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114791056295154837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114791056295154837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114791056295154837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-people-who-know-me-they-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114782270336257536</id><published>2006-05-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:38:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my cellphone again.  This time on the bus on my way to work.

No SIM Card replacement yet.  But if I do get my new SIM, would you be kind enough to send me your number?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114782270336257536?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114782270336257536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114782270336257536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114782270336257536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114782270336257536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-lost-my-cellphone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114738838614650755</id><published>2006-05-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:14:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kahapon, experiment lang.

Ngayon, totoo na.

Bago kong URL, &lt;a href="http://jen.wifespeaks.com"&gt;http://jen.wifespeaks.com&lt;/a&gt;

Salamat Mama Meeya.

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Feeling ko si &lt;a href="http://www.keds.com"&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/a&gt; ako.

Bumili na naman ako ng shoes.

Shoe me.  Shoe me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114738838614650755?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114738838614650755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114738838614650755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114738838614650755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114738838614650755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/kahapon-experiment-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114731128786525798</id><published>2006-05-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:35:29.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay Naku! Finally umamin din.

Buntis na naman si Br1tney Spe@rs. Ayayay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114731128786525798?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114731128786525798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114731128786525798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114731128786525798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114731128786525798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/hay-naku-finally-umamin-din.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114713680548736165</id><published>2006-05-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:06:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insanity is doing the same things the same way over and over and expecting different results everytime.

Not exactly the best statement to describe me, but I do love the fact that I have a certain amount of insanity within me.  I hope that it's a healthy mix though sometimes, I think I am becoming to be too much of a grown-up that I forget to just let loose once in a while.

Insanity is letting loose without caring about what other people think.

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Now I really feel like a grown-up.  For the first time in my life (yes, even after 2 years of marriage), I will be paying monthly car and house mortgages.  Last night, DA POGI and I had "the talk" which resulted in a more solid plan on how I should handle my finances.

As most of my friends know, DA POGI is the financial expert in our household.  However, for the past couple of months, he was a little loose, allowing me to go on shopping sprees.  But last night, he told me what we needed to do, to tighten our purse strings so we can afford all the stuff that we want (furniture, vacations, little shopping sprees) even if we are already paying for the house and the car.

Hay!  My only problem now is staying within the strict budget.  I've gotten used to buying all the books (sige na nga) and shoes that I want that I hope I can stay within budget.  I've had worse times and I know I can do this.

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Kala mo napakadeprived pag nabasa ito no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114713680548736165?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114713680548736165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114713680548736165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114713680548736165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114713680548736165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/insanity-is-doing-same-things-same-way.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114705757554117290</id><published>2006-05-07T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:06:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got Gio yesterday.

Uncle Pete had a very hard time letting go of him.  I was half waiting for him to shed tears while they were saying their goodbyes.  Uncle Pete had Gio's whole life documented.  He even showed us all of Gio's checkups and all of his paperwork.

Last night, we showed Gio off to my parents-in-law.  They oohed and aahed over how beautiful he is.  I was like a proud mama, showing him off.  Good thing Gia was not around, else I would have had to soothe her so as not to evoke any jealousy.  She's DA POGI's girl anyway.

I had to leave Gio at my mom's house last night.  We had no where to put him at last night that he had to spend some time with Lola.  I told my mom to take good care of him as if he were her own grandchild.

Oh well, I'm looking forward to the weekend when I can see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114705757554117290?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114705757554117290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114705757554117290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114705757554117290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114705757554117290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-got-gio-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114670964448386158</id><published>2006-05-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:27:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I haven't died and gone to heaven (though I wish that was my destination), I've just been terribly busy (which is never an excuse for not blogging).

So the past couple of weeks, I've been very busy with things here at work and things that's happening in my life.  In the next couple of weeks, DA POGI and I will be celebrating 2 glorious years of married life.  I was a little busy trying to line up activities for our anniversary week (yes, you read that right we have a whole week of activities).

On the work front, things have been really hectic with issues popping up left and right.  It came to a point that I only had an average of 3 hours sleep every night just because I had to meet with some people in the US to consult on the issue.  There are just some things that are out of control and it just so happens that the current issues are included in this bracket.

So how have you been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114670964448386158?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114670964448386158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114670964448386158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114670964448386158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114670964448386158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-i-havent-died-and-gone-to-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114522952685995455</id><published>2006-04-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:18:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Fish*,

You have been keeping me awake for 3 nights straight.  My husband cannot get enough of watching your adventures behind bars.

It all started when the neighborhood regular pirata recommended your adventures to my husband.  He was so sure that my husband would like it that he told my husband to return the DVDs if he didn't get hooked by the second episode.  I have been awake way past my bedtime for 3 nights straight, so I think we can surmise that DA POGI likes it.

Personally, I find it too stressful.  Being trapped in the web of stories is so stressful that I would often ask my husband to put on headphones while I try to sleep.  But the funny thing is, the moment my husband is done watching, I would ask him what happened.  Never mind that I'll be losing a couple of hours of precious sleep, but that bonding moment when he tells me the story of your life in prison, that's priceless.

I think you are one of the cutest persons on the planet.  Maybe cuter than Dr. McDreamy.  Those intense eyes seem to captivate me.  Plus of course the fact that you and my husband have the same haircut.  I know very well that the haircut is an attempt to hide the good boy in you.  And I love good boys wanting to be bad.

I think DA POGI still has 4 more episodes to go.  I don't know if I can handle the excitement anymore.  Sorry if I just keep to the Chick-TV stuff.  Meredith's life is more manageable to my easily excited heart.

Love,
Me

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*An email to M1cha3l Sc0f1eld (W3ntw0rth M1ller) of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0455275/"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114522952685995455?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114522952685995455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114522952685995455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114522952685995455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114522952685995455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-fish-you-have-been-keeping-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114489688282396755</id><published>2006-04-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:54:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you're watching too much Grey's Anatomy when your husband unconsciously starts humming the opening song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114489688282396755?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114489688282396755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114489688282396755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114489688282396755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114489688282396755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-youre-watching-too-much-greys.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114402011791079970</id><published>2006-04-02T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:21:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DA POGI and I literally slept through the weekend.

And having slept through the weekend, I was awake till 3AM this morning trying to fall asleep.  Surprisingly though, I am not tired, considering that I only had 1.5 hours of sleep.

I should stop messing up my body clock.  I know it's not healthy and sooner or later, everything will just catch up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114402011791079970?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114402011791079970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114402011791079970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114402011791079970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114402011791079970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-pogi-and-i-literally-slept-through.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114378484253156368</id><published>2006-03-30T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:00:42.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband and I like to travel.

Before we got married, we said that we will try to travel as much as we could before the baby comes along.  So far, our wanderlust has only taken us to a couple of places.  Not much considering that we've been married for almost 2 years.

Anyway, seeing the Amazing Race Asia auditions, we talked about the possibility of joining.  Possibility lang.  There is only one thing that's stopping us.  When we are in the car, we seem to be arguing about directions most of the time.  My husband is a patient man, but he tends to NOT listen when I give directions and I tend to be very short with him if he does not listen.

So to preserve our marriage, we decided not to join the Amazing Race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114378484253156368?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114378484253156368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114378484253156368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114378484253156368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114378484253156368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-husband-and-i-like-to-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114281937696817152</id><published>2006-03-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:49:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a perfect example of me overanalyzing.

I had a dream last night.  In that dream, I was with DA POGI, his friend J, The Bomb, L and C in a Victory Liner station.  We were on our way to Baguio.  We bump into my friends C and K and they are on their way to Sta Rosa.

Which got me thinking, J, The Bomb, L and C are some of my closest friends.  We talk to each other constantly and I know that they are just a text message away.  Whereas I have lost touch with C and K over the years.  Is this the reason why I'm going to one place with the others and the others are going in a whole different direction?  Does being in a Victory Liner terminal mean anything?

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I love my new skin color.  The beach has added some color to me, I am usually as pale as a ghost (at least as pale as my Asian skin will allow me to be) and now I am a little reddish, looking a little healthier because of the sun.

I can't say that summer hasn't started for me, I have been to a beach once.  That should count right?  Even if all I did was sit in the beach front and not really swim in the waters. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114281937696817152?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114281937696817152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114281937696817152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114281937696817152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114281937696817152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-perfect-example-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114267904989880921</id><published>2006-03-18T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:50:50.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the beach today.

I sat under the sun for about 2 hours talking to some guys from work that I met earlier today at breakfast.  I was so appreciative of them joining me at the beach though I was quite prepared for another day alone with my book and a bottle of water.

Since both guys are pros in terms of travelling to Malaysia, they thought me a couple of things about the hotel.  One, they told me that I don't need to go out to go to the malls.  The hotel actually has an exit in the third floor directly going to the mall.  See if I had known that I wouldn't have had to encounter the drunk guy.  They also told me that nothing is worth seeing here and that the beach is nothing compared to the beaches in the Philippines.

This I found true, as I was quite disappointed with the beach I saw earlier.  The sand was not fine as Boracay or Pagudpud, nor was the water clear.  I actually thought that it looked a little brown, and yet there were a couple of Europeans swimming in the sea.  There are also no bodies worth seeing in the beach as most of the people there are retirees which have been burned under the sun too long that their skin look raw.

Tomorrow, I don't know if I'll see them again or if they will join me again for the day.  But I'm sure glad that I at least had someone to talk to, even if it's just for a day.

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Giving a shout out to T, ang nanay ng lahat ng nagpupunta ng FM.  She says she likes it when I add detail into my stories.  Nakaktuwa naman that she reads my entries pala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114267904989880921?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114267904989880921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114267904989880921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114267904989880921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114267904989880921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-beach-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114250965576865788</id><published>2006-03-16T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:47:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With my iced venti vanilla non-fat decaf latte next to me, I suddenly feel the inspiration to blog about my current adventures in Malaysia.

Or rather the lack thereof.

I've been here since Sunday afternoon, checked into the Shangrila (by the way the rooms in the Makati Shangrila are WAAAAYYYY better thatn my room now).  Since I didn't have any ringgits with me I decided to scout the malls (there are 2 malls) near the hotel for the bank.  I managed to find one after 30 minutes.  The malls are about the size of Podium only there are so many tiangges cramped inside.  Or maybe I am exagerrating about the size.  But still I wandered around for 30 minutes before I found a bank.

So having found the bank, I got money and started to walk back to the hotel.  On my way back I passed 2 drunk men who greeted me with a very sleazy "Hi Miss".  One of my friends said that I should just be glad that they think I'm a Miss.  But no, those 2 men zapped out the adventuruous in me.  From that day I was too scared to wander around by myself.  And my current situation of not knowing anyone outside of those that I work with has made it even worse.

It has been 4 days since that day.  I have finally managed to get out of the hotel simply because I have gotten tired of room service.  I ate at the local Sushi King, walked around and bought A's Nasi Goreng Paste and went to a local Starbucks to get my coffee.

I figured if I don't see anything similar to the men that I bumped into last Sunday that I might be safe.

I didn't bump into anyone.  I had a wonderful experience eating sushi alone, watching the sushi train pass by me.  I had a nice chat with the lady in the grocery when she was explaining to me the different types of nasi goreng paste.  I giggled with the Starbucks Barista because it was his first day and he was having a hard time figuring out which is the vanilla syrup.  But of course with the apprehension that was initially there, I was back in the hotel before dark.

And now I am looking forward to the weekend.  I'm looking forward to meeting more people.  I'm looking forward to seeing more things and not being confined to the 4 corners of my hotel room.

I can make it through this trip.  I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114250965576865788?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114250965576865788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114250965576865788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114250965576865788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114250965576865788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-my-iced-venti-vanilla-non-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114230552205256262</id><published>2006-03-13T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:05:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114230552205256262?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114230552205256262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114230552205256262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114230552205256262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114230552205256262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114214572353475012</id><published>2006-03-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:42:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, thinking about how life is going can make things seem bleak.  Positivism is the new buzzword but it's sometimes very hard to be positive if life keeps on throwing fast balls so fast you're brain can't keep track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114214572353475012?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114214572353475012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114214572353475012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114214572353475012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114214572353475012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-thinking-about-how-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114194820603371655</id><published>2006-03-09T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:50:06.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first official volleyball game.  We played against the defending champions.

We lost, but it doesn't matter.

Considering we're a newly formed team with more than 50% of our players playing volleyball for the first time, we did good.  We were ahead by, at most, 5 in the second set.  We lost the second set, 25-23.

Practice lang to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114194820603371655?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114194820603371655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114194820603371655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114194820603371655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114194820603371655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-was-our-first-official.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114177860395431091</id><published>2006-03-07T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:43:23.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm really confused.

On normal days, people will tell me to smile more.  And then on the day that I did smile more, people are asking what was wrong with me.  It even came to a point wherein someone told me to stop smiling too much since it was scaring her.

Make up your minds people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114177860395431091?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114177860395431091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114177860395431091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114177860395431091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114177860395431091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-im-really-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114168844024593432</id><published>2006-03-06T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:40:40.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a very sad feeling when you know that another person's friendship is valued over yours.  It has come to a point that I even asked myself what I did wrong to be treated the way she has treated me.

I didn't blog about this because there were still some items left hanging in the air.  But now, I just don't care.  I don't care if she reads this nor do I care about how people will feel about me when they read this.  I was just so hurt of being mistreated that I just want to scream.  L and the Bomb have been really supportive in that, I know, sometimes, they feel that I am a broken record but they still answer my phonecalls.

It all started with money.  You know when they say that don't lend money to your friends because it might be the start of something bad, I now consider this as true.  I know most of you will say that it's just money, not worth losing a friendship over.  I agree.  But when a person treats you badly because of money, that's a different matter.

To make a long story short, I lost a friend over money.  I would've understood if she just told me that she couldn't afford to pay me but to be lied to and to lie to our friends is just unacceptable.  At the same time she owed me money, she owed our other friend money.  She paid our friend in full whereas she left me hanging for several months with several promises broken.

As most of you know, I am not the most patient person.  I try to be, but this time, my patience was really tested.  She told me promises that I believed and even told our friends that she has already paid me and that I was the one who made a mistake.  I had to ask friends to help me get in touch with her because she was no longer answering my phonecalls or my text messages.  She made me wait for a phonecall that never happened last Saturday when I told her to call me any time to let me know where I can pick up the money.

Finally, on Sunday, I asked a friend to send her an SMS.  This was the same friend that she paid in full.  And you know what, that same day, I got half of my money.  It made me realize that she valued that friendship over ours.  She paid her in full, and she readily reacted when she sent her a message.

I think I know where I stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114168844024593432?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114168844024593432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114168844024593432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114168844024593432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114168844024593432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-very-sad-feeling-when-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114161452961480370</id><published>2006-03-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:08:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/1600/DSCN1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2283/92/320/DSCN1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is where I will be going next.  The last time I was here was in 2003.  I'm both excited and nervous to go.  Excited because I know that I will be learning new things and nervous because the last time I was here, I nearly starved to death (I was eating papayas for 1 whole week.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114161452961480370?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114161452961480370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114161452961480370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114161452961480370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114161452961480370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-where-i-will-be-going-next.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114161256269771152</id><published>2006-03-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:36:02.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Sophie Kinsella's The Undomestic Goddess in 2 days (technically just 2 nights).

I've always liked reading Sophie Kinsella since her books are always light hearted and very easy to read.  I've read the whole Shopaholic Series (even Shopaholic and Sister) and Can You Keep a Secret.  I was waiting for the time that The Undomestic Goddess goes into paperback before I finally get a copy.

The book was very easy to read.  There were no laugh out moments as there had been in Can You Keep a Secret.  However, I can very much relate to Samantha Sweeting's character.  I am an email addict and my mobile phone is permanently attached to my hip.  I don't have a blackberry, but I have push email.  Basically, like Samantha, I think my world revolves around my job.  The only thing where we're different, is that, I have found my Nathaniel even without losing my job.

Anyway, for me the story is not really something to be excited about.  If you have a couple of hours to sit down and read, it might be ok to pour sometime into it.  I still think that Can You Keep a Secret is still the best Kinsella book I've read.

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I'm halfway through Memoirs of a Geisha.  This book I find so hard to put down.  I loved books by Amy Tan because they explore the Asian culture.  And I am loving this book because it brings me to explore Old Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114161256269771152?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114161256269771152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114161256269771152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114161256269771152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114161256269771152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-read-sophie-kinsellas-undomestic.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114134749957122644</id><published>2006-03-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:58:19.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went a little insane last night and bought 2 books at the same time.  And I bought them at full price!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114134749957122644?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114134749957122644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114134749957122644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114134749957122644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114134749957122644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-little-insane-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114126855875810375</id><published>2006-03-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:02:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very busy TV night last night.

It started at 6PM with the American Idol telecast on Star World.  Didn't like the girls performance, only Melissa McGhee and Mandisa stuck to my mind after the show.

And then there was the Amazing Race 9 Season premiere at Studio 23.  Had fun watching the show and laughing at how bad the old couple messed up looking for the clue box in the bridge.  I know I'm evil, but they passed the box a couple of times before they saw it!  And loved the Maverick and Ariel looking dudes.  Not so hot about the Surfer Boys.  One day, I will get their names right. :D

Then a little of Extreme Makeover Home Edition at Channel 9, before finally switching over to PBB at Channel 2 to watch Rustom's coming out. :)  Oh yes!  He's still in the house but he has come out.  Kung ako siguro si Keanna, nainis na lang ako na nun pa ako tinawag ng pantog ko. :D  Anyways, it really wasn't a surprise, but it was VERY good TV.  I think everyone I know was watching it.  Everyone except probably The Bomb.

Then it was CSI Wednesday at AXN.  No matter how many episodes I watch of CSI, it never fails to amuse me.  DA POGI had one comment though, How come in a couple of episodes, the kid always kills the victim?  Di ba, they had one baby being suffocated by his 3 year old brother, then another episode wherein another kid kills his baby brother because he was mocking him of peeing in bed, and then another wherein drunk schoolboys had some fun in the dryer at a laundromat, plus another who killed her own mother because of Electra Complex.

I went to bed at midnight.  Woke up just in time to call into my meeting.

I hope Wednesdays are not always this good, TV wise. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114126855875810375?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114126855875810375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114126855875810375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114126855875810375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114126855875810375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-busy-tv-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114116845923408647</id><published>2006-02-28T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:14:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaarrrgh!

They had the MotoRAZR in pink now they have &lt;a href="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/2006/02/pink_motorola_l.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in pink.  Antagal naman dumating nito sa Pinas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114116845923408647?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114116845923408647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114116845923408647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114116845923408647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114116845923408647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaaarrrgh-they-had-motorazr-in-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114095109040884089</id><published>2006-02-26T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:51:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About an hour ago there was a stand off in the offices of the Philippine Marines.

I know that this might be a momentous moment since we all know that the Philippines is in a state of emergency, but Malacanang has asked the media to stop broadcasting the event.  I don't see anything wrong with media blackout.  The only thing that the media brings to the whole picture is scare people anyways.  It's non-stop.

And they had the gall to put in the news ticker that Malacanang is asking for a news blackout.  Anything to pick up the ratings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114095109040884089?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114095109040884089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114095109040884089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114095109040884089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114095109040884089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-hour-ago-there-was-stand-off-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114086061045794411</id><published>2006-02-25T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:43:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be joining the ranks of Havaianas Junkies.

I wore my Havis twice.  The first time, I experienced some redness on my upper left foot.  I told my sister, that it felt the same as if I as wearing my mixstar flipflops, but worse because I have that redness.  On Thursday, I wore the Havis again thinking that I probably just need to break them in.  I was wrong.  Not only have I experienced redness on my left foot, I had blisters on my left and right feet.  The blistering was a little bad that they've not turned to scabs.

O well, maybe they're really not for me.  I'm returning them to my sister (Good thing we are the same size).  Maybe the higher beings have decided that I don't need another addiction added to my plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114086061045794411?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114086061045794411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114086061045794411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114086061045794411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114086061045794411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wont-be-joining-ranks-of-havaianas.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114057014732899075</id><published>2006-02-21T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:02:27.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found a great way to organize my flipflops.

I bought a small basket at SM, lined up my flipflops in that basket.  It had enough room to put in my happy feet bakya and my birks.  And when I put it in the shoe rack, it only took up space for 1 shoe box.  Happy happy me.

My sister gave me my first pair of havaianas.  She gave me black brasils.  I'm not yet a full convert as I haven't even tried walking in them for hours (I only used them once and that is to try them on and walk around the house).  If I like them, I will have to ask my sister for another pair.  Yes, I still think they are glorified flipflops and I am not willing to shell out Php800 just to have another one.  Yes, I am that cheap when it comes to flipflops. 

Shoes and sandals, that's another matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114057014732899075?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114057014732899075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114057014732899075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114057014732899075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114057014732899075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-found-great-way-to-organize-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114048505039568339</id><published>2006-02-20T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:24:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was still single, the only thing that I knew how to cook is chicken adobo.  And even if I knew how to cook it, I still need our yaya around just to guide me as to when to check if the adobo is ready or not.

Who would have thought that being married would make me like the kitchen more and more?  Last night, I cooked Almondigas.  I didn't know that it was DA POGI's favorite soup.  All I knew was that he asked for it and that I did my best to cook it.  And cook it well I did.  I think I did well enough that my husband polished off the rice in the rice cooker and is still asking if we can have the leftovers tonight.  I think it's a little on the salty side (was trying to balance the taste because I couldn't taste anything at the beginning, only to find out that I put too much patis.) but it was easily fixed by adding broth.

I'm still waiting to be challenged.  I know that I can never top my mom's kare kare.  I have to look for my "specialty".  Maybe I could try out that kaldereta recipe that J sent me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114048505039568339?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114048505039568339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114048505039568339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114048505039568339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114048505039568339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-i-was-still-single-only-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114040935623028443</id><published>2006-02-19T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:22:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts often wander in the wee hours of the morning.

Thoughts are often bothersome in the wee hours in the morning.

I hate thinking when I need to wake up for work in 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114040935623028443?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114040935623028443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114040935623028443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114040935623028443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114040935623028443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts-often-wander-in-wee-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-114014352903993295</id><published>2006-02-16T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:32:09.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson for the day:

No matter how hard a person tries to be diplomatic, it won't matter if the person you are talking to is not in the same wavelength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-114014352903993295?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/114014352903993295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=114014352903993295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114014352903993295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/114014352903993295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/lesson-for-day-no-matter-how-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113978863421436589</id><published>2006-02-12T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:57:14.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DA POGI and I had an american dinner last night and it was a success.  It made me realize how much I love preparing meals. :)

I made hamburger steaks with mashed potatoes and gravy.  DA POGI, being Pinoy that he is, wanted rice but when he saw the mashed potatoes, changed his mind.  Mind you, I made the hamburger steaks.  The mashed potatoes are real potatoes and not the powder kind.  Well, I cheated on the gravy, but I still boiled the water for it! :D  I listed the ingredients below for some who might be interested (and also for me to remember). :D  The recipe is good for 4 people.  We weren't able to cook all of the patties, therefore, tomorrow might be hamburger steak day.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hamburger steak (Good for 4)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1/4k lean ground beef
1/4k lean ground pork
2 slices of ham, chopped finely
1 big green bell pepper, chopped finely
1 medium sized onion, chopped finely
salt and pepper to taste
2 eggs (for binding)
1/4 cup all purpose flour (for binding)

Just mix all ingredients in a bowl, then make burger patties.  Fry the patties to your liking.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mashed Potatoes (Good for 4)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
8 medium sized potatoes
one stick of butter
salt and pepper to taste

Boil potatoes in water with salt.  To test if done, poke the potatoes with a fork.  If it goes through without any resistance, then it's ready.  I peel my potatoes after I boil them, one of my friends, peels hers before boiling, so it's your preference.  You can also leave the skins if you want.  Mash potatoes, adding butter as you go along.  Season with salt and pepper.

For the gravy, I used McCormick Beef and Herb Gravy. :)  Just add one packet to 1 cup boiling water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113978863421436589?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113978863421436589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113978863421436589' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113978863421436589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113978863421436589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/da-pogi-and-i-had-american-dinner-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113952876704487337</id><published>2006-02-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:46:07.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say that the volleyball practice was a "smashing" success.

We played with another team within the company and they got bored with us.  Most of the girls in our team are beginners, some with very good passing, setting skills, but none that you can consider a tosser or a spiker.  My service leaves more to be desired.  At one point, one of the boys who joined us for practice told me to start eating rice again (I've shunned white rice.  It's been 7 months now).  It seems that I lacked steam to complete sets.

On a good note, I have seen great improvements with my teammates.  Two of them are actually good stoppers and setters now.  One has vastly improved in her service.

Tomorrow is volleyball practice again.  I will be practicing my service and, hopefully, my tossing.  Team captain seems to think that it might be a good idea if I, and the other tall girl, practice on tossing and spiking.  I just wish that I can jump high enough to do blocks.

Kinacareer na talaga to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113952876704487337?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113952876704487337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113952876704487337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113952876704487337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113952876704487337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wouldnt-say-that-volleyball-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113946231987363498</id><published>2006-02-08T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:18:39.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a Thursday.

Supposedly, today is date day, but I have to stay at the office later to attend volleyball practice.  Yes, ang lampang si ako e magvavolleyball.

Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113946231987363498?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113946231987363498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113946231987363498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113946231987363498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113946231987363498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113918565230688221</id><published>2006-02-05T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:27:32.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sympathize with people who have lost their family due to the stampede in Ultra last Saturday.

We were on our way to L's house that day and as soon as Bomb sat down in the car, she told us to turn on the radio.  It's quite saddening to hear how many people died just to get into Ultra.  However, I really can't quite understand why the need for a fact finding committee.  Does the government have enough money to fund these?

In one interview, they asked a woman, why she was still hanging around.  And she said that she was still there because she wanted to get in.  She doesn't have money for the ride back home.  I found that funny.  She had money to go to Ultra, but no money to go back home.  What if she wasn't one of the lucky ones who gets money, how will she go home?

Why do they have to give away money so easily that people are now thinking that this is the easiest way to get money.  Some people have camped out since Monday just to get in.  Why did they while their way sitting there doing nothing and not looking for jobs?  I know that its hard to get jobs in the Philippines, but I'm sure you won't find jobs while sitting and waiting for Saturday to come.

The problem I think is that people want to hit the big jackpot.  Money does not grow on trees, and even if they do grow on trees, you need to be hardworking enough to harvest them.  Unless you'll do a Juan Tamad.  Why does everything have to be one time big time?  I remember my mom saying that when money is not hard earned, it's usually easy to spend.

Maybe next time instead of giving away millions, they give away jobs.  Let's just see if people will still line up for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113918565230688221?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113918565230688221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113918565230688221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113918565230688221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113918565230688221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-sympathize-with-people-who-have-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113892499970771901</id><published>2006-02-02T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:03:19.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Emmany and Bespren have done it, I'll just be sheep and do it also.  Here's my name analysis from Kabalarians.

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first name creates a dual nature in that you can be very generous and understanding, but you can also be candid in your expression that you create misunderstanding. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Sabi ko na nga ba schizo ako, dual personality daw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;struggle&lt;/strong&gt; with the requirement to soften your expression with tact and diplomacy and to consider the feelings of others. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Struggle, HOW TRUE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficulty in accepting advice or admitting you may have made a mistake causes you to appear stubborn and set in your ways.  Thus, you have too often created the wrong impression, and friendships have suffered. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(True yang sa I've created the wrong impression.  Sabi ko nga, to know me is to love me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though your name creates the urge to be artistically creative and original, we emphasize that it causes an emotional intensity that is hard to control. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Emotional naman talaga ako.  pero i don't think it's hard to control.  or is it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system, and tension or accidents to the head. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Ang sakit na pwede nervous breakdown?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113892499970771901?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113892499970771901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113892499970771901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113892499970771901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113892499970771901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-emmany-and-bespren-have-done-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113869374286567939</id><published>2006-01-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:49:02.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Cez.

4 jobs i've had in my life
~ As a summer intern at Bosch Telecoms
~ As a student assistant at ASTI
~ A Hardware Design Engineer at a local R&amp;D Company
~ A CAD Engineer at a semicon company

4 movies i could watch over and over
~ Pretty Woman
~ Notting Hill
~ About a Boy
~ Princess Diaries

4 places i've lived
~ Mandaluyong (kayo na ang maghusga kung sa loob o sa labas)
~ Makati
~ California (10 weeks lang naman)
~ Yan lamang.

4 tv shows i love to watch
~ CSI
~ Friends (Kahit Reruns pa, care ko)
~ House
~ Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

4 places i've been on vacation
~ Los Angeles California
~ Bangkok, Thailand
~ Bohol
~ Ilocos Norte, Ilocos Sur

4 websites i visit daily
~ &lt;a href="http://bloglines.com"&gt;http://bloglines.com&lt;/a&gt;
~ &lt;a href="http://cardriver.blogspot.com"&gt;http://cardriver.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (can't get bloglines to run the rss feed)
~ &lt;a href="http://nocturnalangel2.blogspot.com"&gt;http://nocturnalangel2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (can't get bloglines to run the rss feed)
~ &lt;a href="http://shoewawa.com"&gt;http://shoewawa.com&lt;/a&gt; (enough said)

4 of my favorite foods
~ Spaghetti (my mom's style)
~ Sinigang na hipon
~ Adobo ng lola ni DP (akala ko magaling na akong mag-adobo, TALO ako!)
~ Steak

4 places i'd rather be right now
~ at home, sleeping.
~ Singapore, sleeping.
~ Boracay, sleeping
~ Epcot Center, sleeping.
(obvious bang inaantok ako!?)

4 bloggers i'm tagging
- you
- you
- you
- you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113869374286567939?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113869374286567939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113869374286567939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113869374286567939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113869374286567939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-by-cez.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113859146342035154</id><published>2006-01-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:24:23.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday, I learn a new thing.

Today, I learned that expensive is relative.  I already know that but I needed a real life scenario to prove it.

How did I prove it?  Someone who would gladly pay Php3000 for a pair of shoes thinks that a shirt worth Php300 is expensive.  I think it's just a matter of priorities.

Maybe everyday I'll post something that I learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113859146342035154?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113859146342035154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113859146342035154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113859146342035154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113859146342035154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyday-i-learn-new-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113846390008319465</id><published>2006-01-28T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:58:20.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Text conversation with my bespren.*

&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Angie's having a boy.
&lt;strong&gt;bespren:&lt;/strong&gt;  I thought she's having twins.
&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; No a boy.  And she's giving birth in England.
&lt;strong&gt;bespren:&lt;/strong&gt; Are they getting married?
&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think so.  Insider did not say anything.  If I do receive my invitation I'll tell you.
&lt;strong&gt;bespren:&lt;/strong&gt; Parang si Pau lang ang pinag-uusapan natin no?

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*some text rephrased or edited out.  Oh and by the way, we were talking about Angel1na J0l1e and Brad P1tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113846390008319465?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113846390008319465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113846390008319465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113846390008319465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113846390008319465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/text-conversation-with-my-bespren.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113806722902070813</id><published>2006-01-23T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:47:09.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bomb said it best:  It's too early for midlife crisis.

Dadagdagan ko lang: and we're too old for teenage angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113806722902070813?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113806722902070813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113806722902070813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113806722902070813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113806722902070813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/bomb-said-it-best-its-too-early-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113798062497975464</id><published>2006-01-22T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:43:45.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my parents-in-law!  They are celebrating their 29th wedding anniversary today.

Thanks for raising such a good son.  I wish that on our 29th year, kaya pa rin namin ni DA POGI na magtawanan ng tulad ninyo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113798062497975464?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113798062497975464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113798062497975464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113798062497975464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113798062497975464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/congratulations-to-my-parents-in-law.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113797543795498817</id><published>2006-01-22T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:17:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always said that if I have a kid, then I'll have a kid.  It's something that I know I want, but I'm waiting and seeing what else is in store for me in life.

It seems that God has some things in store for me.  And if and when I have a child, it's not my choice but His will that will take precedence.  And He made that clear.

Now back to regular programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113797543795498817?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113797543795498817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113797543795498817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113797543795498817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113797543795498817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-always-said-that-if-i-have-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113745590871772234</id><published>2006-01-16T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:14:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to blog about this.

In one of my comments in Rosa's blog, I seem to have said that I have acquired a lot of shoes during the short span that I as married.

No, I am not stressed about being married. I would like to believe that we are still in the honeymoon phase and everything is still rosy.

I don't think stress is a factor in any of my shopping escapades. I shop because I see something nice in the stores. And maybe there are too many nice things and so little money for Jen.

One of the reasons why I was not able to do this during my single days is that I often give my money to my mom. Since I stayed with them after college graduation, it's only fair that I give my share for the household expenses. Plus I knew that I need to save up for any event (like say a wedding). So I really had no extra cash to buy shoes and clothes and bags. Besides, my sister had plenty, so I can borrow all I want.

When I got married, my husband got depressed with the scarcity of my belongings. I had 4 pairs of shoes and about a dozen shirts that I brought with me to our new abode. Two (or was it three) pairs of jeans that I wear alternately. Being so dependent on my fashionista sister in my single days, has yielded me with almost NOTHING to wear at the beginning of my marriage.

I married a man who had a shopaholic for a mother. Yes, my mother-in-law has discount cards in shops all over Glorietta. She even knows the salespersons in Fino and CMG by name. She knows their contact numbers and can easily reserve a pair of shoes or bag that she wants. If you think I have too many pairs of shoes, wait till you see her shoe cabinet.

And having a mother-in-law that is a fashionista (she knows the bag names of the Hermes brand), has been good to me. My husband believes that when I look good, he looks good. And that taking care of me (and my shopping sprees) is part of the deal when we got married.

I just hope that the helmet he's wearing doesn't get loose, else he might take everything away.

To be continued...**

**&lt;em&gt;on second thought, I don't want to continue anymore.  Let's just say, I bought another pair of flats this weekend.  Enough to keep me happy until the next weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113745590871772234?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113745590871772234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113745590871772234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113745590871772234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113745590871772234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113733039329925296</id><published>2006-01-15T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T05:06:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Mom wants Havaianas.

Should I be a good daughter and buy her a pair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113733039329925296?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113733039329925296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113733039329925296' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113733039329925296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113733039329925296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-mom-wants-havaianas.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113694363947662238</id><published>2006-01-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:40:39.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20

1.  I was born Friday the 13th.
2.  I share the same birthday as my husband and Margaret Thatcher.
3.  I don't believe in Class A branded items.  It's either they are genuine or they are fakes.  Being a Class A item does not make them genuine.
4.  I recently found out that I love shoes.  I now have 25 pairs compared to the 4 I had when I got married.  So that's an additional 21 pairs in 1.5 years.
5.  I think Brad P1tt and Angel1na J0l1e look better together.  Sorry Team An1ston.
6.  No matter how you look at it, Kr1s Aqu1n0 is a superstar.
7.  E ano kung jologs?  I enjoyed watching Pin0y B1g Br0ther.
8.  Pretty Woman is my favorite movie.  I am hoping that when DA POGI gets old, he'll resemble Richard Gere.
9.  I love British Humor.  I enjoyed watching About a Boy and The Full Monty.  I also like reading Nick Hornby's books.
10.  My patience is a size of a pea.  I'm trying to work on it.
11.  I believe that everything happens for a reason.  I also believe in that saying that whatever does not break you will only make you stronger.
12.  I've had short hair until I reached 23, then I decided to grow my hair.  I had it cut to chin length again just recently.
13.  I have read all of John Grisham, Michael Crichton, Amy Tan, Sophie Kinsella's books.  So needless to say, when I like what I read, I try to read all of that author's books.
14.  I like reading books meant for pre-teens and young adults.  I have read the Artemis Fowl Series, A Series of Unfortunate Events (until book 11), all of the Princess Diaries books, and of course Harry Potpot.  I would like to start reading the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.
15.  I don't like Cosmopolitan Magazine.  I read T3 and I buy back issues of Lucky.
16.  I am a C (See DISC Profile, C means Compliance) personality.  I have a need to be systematic, and I possess a strong urgency to do things.  People at work often see me as a D (dominant) personality though.
17.  I think pink is the new black.  Pero Bomb said, it's green daw.
18.  I believe that when one prays you need to ask God for something within yourself and not the end result.  Example, if you are asking for a material item like an iPod, you don't tell God that you would like an iPod, you tell Him, please give me stamina so I can work harder and get that iPod I want.
19.  I don't particularly believe in Old Wives tales, but I think you have nothing to lose if you follow them.
20.  Some people think that I am insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113694363947662238?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113694363947662238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113694363947662238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113694363947662238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113694363947662238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113693857641738698</id><published>2006-01-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:16:16.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has always been very hard for me to buy jeans in local stores.  I am one of those women who have been blessed with "lovely lady lumps, in the back" but not in the front.

During those days when I was at my heaviest, I would wear my old jeans and just make do with the muffin top thing that my belly does, and jump as mightily as I could to fit in them.  Yes! if you felt a small earthquake at around May of 2005, that was probably me jumping so I can fit my thighs into my jeans.

Since losing a couple of pounds, nothing much has changed in that area.  I don't have the muffin top thing going on anymore, but the thighs are still there.  When I told my cousin what size jeans I wear, she was surprised.  I used to be a size 10.  A tight fitting size 10.  Now,  I am an 8.  So translating that to Filipino Sizes, I used to be a 33 in HerBench, now, I range from 29-31 (depending on the style).  I honestly think that there is something wrong with the sizing in the Philippines.  I was so distraught during the time that I was heavy because, not only did I have a big waist, but even with the bigger sizes, my thighs still couldn't fit! 

If I had more talent, like singer-actress-designer-perfumer Jenn1fer L0p3z, I could probably give her a run for her money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113693857641738698?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113693857641738698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113693857641738698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113693857641738698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113693857641738698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-has-always-been-very-hard-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113685059273957175</id><published>2006-01-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:49:52.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bagong Taon, Magbago ng pangalan ng blog, Magbago ng template ng blog. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113685059273957175?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113685059273957175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113685059273957175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113685059273957175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113685059273957175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/bagong-taon-magbago-ng-pangalan-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113650434799653738</id><published>2006-01-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:39:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching an Oprah rerun last night at Studio 23.  They were talking about mean girls.

I thought to myself, Am I a mean girl?  And I just had to nod yes.

It's not that I put people down, or that I intentionally shoot down other women.  It's just that I don't bother with pettiness (well sometimes I do but that's a WHOLE other story), and that I don't want my time wasted.

I don't take time to talk to people, especially if I know that we will just go around in circles.  And that makes me mean, because I don't try to understand them.  I will only believe on what *I* know is true and I believe people who I know will tell the truth, and that is just sad.

And I know that not taking time and not understanding can often lead to miscommunication.  Being uninformed about how people are will leave one detached from other people and it limits your knowledge of what is true.

Maybe I should slow down once in a while.

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Speaking of pettiness.

I think I had too much time on my hands around Christmas time.  I was chatting with a couple of people and someone misunderstood what I said and started calling me UGLY.  See, if someone calls me ugly and I know that it's not true (Blog ko to, Baket ba!?) don't expect me to just sit down and take it calmly.  And besides, if someone said something, you don't call them Ugly. You call them by some other name, like probably b*tch or bobita.

So of course I retaliated and told her that if I was ugly, I can go to the Belo Clinic and have surgery done, but I don't think brain transplant is that readily available.

See, that would have been easily resolved if someone stood back and understood where the other person is coming from.  If I did that and just became a bigger person, I would not have wasted 10 minutes being mean to her.

The only positive thing I see out of this is that I was able to get my brain jumpstarted by spewing out witty remarks (Sabi nang blog ko to e!  Bakit ba!?).

I'm adding "Think Positive" to my New Year's resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113650434799653738?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113650434799653738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113650434799653738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113650434799653738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113650434799653738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-watching-oprah-rerun-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113642779310192127</id><published>2006-01-04T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:23:13.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since people are doing it and I am sheep...

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Drive through South Super Highway, ALONE.  Also drive 4 hours non-stop.
Go to Thailand.
Played 8 hours of Playstation (Tekken 5 Rocks!)
Changed my name in my office email (yep it took me almost a year!)
Buy something in the six figures.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I kept half of it, and missed half of it.  I like making new year's resolutions because I think it's my way of accepting that I am not perfect.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Fortunately, no.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Went to Thailand for the first time.  Went to the US twice last year.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Closet space.  Hehehe
A heftier savings account.
My own car. :D
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Going on a 14 hour car ride from Pagudpud to Manila. :D
Meeting my Chinese counterpart for the first time.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Driving to and from Cavite.  Yebah! :D
Not having jetlag in any of my trips.
Mustering the courage to take the big leap and buy a property.
Losing 12 lbs :D
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I said I would be more tactful and diplomatic about things.  I was proven wrong by some people who just kept on giving me material to be mean to them.
Lacking the patience to understand people.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
My Creative Zen Micro.
Ooh, and also shelves.
And of course, our house.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
DA POGI, for living independently in Thailand for 3 months.  He cooked for himself, he did his own laundry, ironed his own clothes.  And he was still alive when he came back!
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Someone in my family.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Shoes. :D  And also clothes.
But the biggest one was buying the house.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Buying the house!

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What song(s) will always remind you of 2005?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Pinoy ako, Pinoy.  Ipakita sa mundo....

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i. happier or sadder? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happier
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Thinner
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iii. richer or poorer?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Poorer
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you wish you'd done more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I would've liked to travel more.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Eat out.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
For 2005, I got hooked on House.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Yeahah!
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I can't really tell which was the best.  But I enjoyed reading Artemis Fowl, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Princess Diaries and Harry Potpot.  So I guess, I was into kids/pre-teen books.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
The BlackEyed Peas. *Gasp*
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I wanted to find the kikay in me.  I guess I got acquainted with her too much. :D
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
DA POGI and I went on our Ilocandia adventure.  We drove from Manila to Vigan to Laoag to Pagudpud and back to Manila.  I turned 27 this year. :)
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Getting more recognition at work.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
This year, I discovered that a girl can never have too many shoes or bags.  And that skirts are very comfortable wear.  But I am still your Jeans and shirt kind of girl, only with better shoes and bags. :D
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
This question does NOT apply to me.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I was into the Angelina Jolie-Brad Pitt-Jennifer Aniston Mix up. :D
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Was too busy with the Angelina Jolie-Brad Pitt-Jennifer Aniston Mix up. :p
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Ang sarap naman nitong niluto mo - From my mother-in-law

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most touching experience you've had this year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
My mother in law requesting me to cook something for Christmas merienda in Bulacan.  That was the most awesome moment I had.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;
What did you like most about yourself this year? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I think I was more independent of DA POGI.  And that I am more resilient in terms of accepting change.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I always think of things that passed as good things.  As they always say, that which does not break you will only make you stronger.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I always do.  For this year, I am hoping to save more, to lose the 8 lbs I did not lose last year, and to smile more.  I am more concerned about the smiling part.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That there is a thin line separating being forgiving and martyrdom.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your wishes for the new year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I hope that the new year will bring us all happiness and good cheer.  And that we all work together to make the Philippines a better nation rather than pointing fingers as to who's fault it was.  And as always, I wish for World Peace, or if that is not possible, that all those who are hungry will be fed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113642779310192127?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113642779310192127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113642779310192127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113642779310192127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113642779310192127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-people-are-doing-it-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113590645275095468</id><published>2005-12-29T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:34:12.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am on leave for this week, plus today is a holiday.

But here I am online, and working.  Why does Murphy's Law kick into action when I am in vacation and at the last possible minute?!?!

I think I am ready to be committed to Mental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113590645275095468?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113590645275095468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113590645275095468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113590645275095468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113590645275095468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-on-leave-for-this-week-plus-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113565560491352990</id><published>2005-12-26T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:53:24.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Things to do on a Friday Night.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1. Have a pig out dinner with team mates.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;2. Drink the largest margarita that they have at TGIF.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;3. Giggle your way in conversations.  Giggle even without any conversation going on.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;4. Admit you are drunk.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;5. Get some coffee at starbucks and try to sober up before you all drive home.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;6. Sober up and enjoy conversation with good company.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;7. Receive a text from husband asking if you want to join them in another bar.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;8. Invite friends to join you.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;9. Get drunk again.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
In short, I got drunk, sobered up, and then got drunk again.  That is what you call a celebration! :D

* Beware of drinks that taste like it's juice.  Usually, they kick you really hard until your words are all slurred.

Hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113565560491352990?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113565560491352990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113565560491352990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113565560491352990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113565560491352990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-to-do-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645039.post-113495151814209150</id><published>2005-12-18T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:18:38.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need a red light installed in my brain.

I have been caught in foot-in-the-mouth moments a couple of times in my life.  OK, not a couple but a lot of times.  Sometimes, the other parts of my body does not know when to stop.  Like, I would say something without completing the sentence in my head and when I do realize that that thought has been blurted out, or has been IMed, it's too late. 

O well.  Daig pa rin naman ako ni Kr1s Aqu1n0 sa pagiging taklesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645039-113495151814209150?l=maganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/feeds/113495151814209150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645039&amp;postID=113495151814209150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113495151814209150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645039/posts/default/113495151814209150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maganda.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-i-need-red-light-installed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230904206427068338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/buddyicons/53067122@N00.jpg?1095781163'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
