<?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-14829001</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:29:36.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scratch Pad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4136639471766725090</id><published>2011-11-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:07:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a year</title><content type='html'>Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was July of 2010?!?!!? Something has to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4136639471766725090?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4136639471766725090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4136639471766725090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4136639471766725090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4136639471766725090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-than-year.html' title='More than a year'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2483022362594562458</id><published>2010-07-15T05:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:56:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TD40Mdkv76I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/fEwtTCRGpAw/s1600/_LOLA+INVITE+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TD40Mdkv76I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/fEwtTCRGpAw/s320/_LOLA+INVITE+H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493885984140423074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fabulous at 90!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the artwork for Lola's 90th birthday celebration come August 15th-- took me a week to decide on what to do, but only a second to conceptualize when I saw Mama's rough .odt file design. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry nanay..hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-- it was an inspiring moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decided color theme for her birthday is purple.  Color of royalty. Naks!  Everyone's excited going home to Palawan.  Even the kids and yaya.  First plane ride&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ba naman eh!  &lt;/span&gt;Had to write a letter to Diego's school  sa San Benildo requesting a special schedule for exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(swak naman kasi&lt;/span&gt; for their 1st grading exam).  At least Andee will be done with hers (week before).  Mama will be leaving one week ahead of schedule to help out with the preparation.  On our part, we are still fine tuning the program.  The kids (grand apo's) will be dancing to the tune of&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4l0TrlGA2M&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Oh Carol'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; while we, (immediate apo's) will be singing Lola and Lolo's 1940's theme song &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onH-WTVQGsg"&gt;'Yours'&lt;/a&gt;.  Mama and her sisters will be singing AND dancing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w-_Vtttrfc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Sweet Caroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'-- now that, I needed to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2483022362594562458?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2483022362594562458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2483022362594562458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2483022362594562458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2483022362594562458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2010/07/fabulous-at-90-i-finally-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TD40Mdkv76I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/fEwtTCRGpAw/s72-c/_LOLA+INVITE+H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6283598786411228467</id><published>2010-07-07T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:31:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuss over a cellphone</title><content type='html'>My recent FB status shows the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Eric died a natural  death.. been together happily for almost 5 years. He already hinted last  year that he can't be with me any longer. I was stubborn and I won't  let go, yet he struggled to stay. A few days ago I reluctantly turned my  attention to BB.. and that was when he finally let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reading it over again made me feel a lump on my throat, heaviness inside.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Akala ng iba, kung sino na yun.&lt;/span&gt;  Actually, it made me think that I did refer it as if it were an actual person. Am I getting over sentimental with gadgets?!?!  My SE810i has been a faithful companion for the longest time.  Given to me by my brother, Earl, it has survived a salt-water plunge in Dubai when he was assigned there.  Had it for a while then replaced it with an iPhone.  So 'Eric' has been with me and recorded a lot of good (and bad) memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Eric showed signs of slowness and blacks out every now and then.  Life expectancy would be less than 24 hours until I revive him.  But then sometimes even that doesn't work.  Then he'll surprise me one day waking me up from my sleep.  Happy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ulit&lt;/span&gt;.  I was reluctant to replace him mainly because he is all I could ask for.  But then there were instances when I needed him the most and he is not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work finally introduced BB Curve.  He catched my eye because he doesn't look too intimidating as his other companions who are too 'Bold'.  It took a while for me to decide, and I finally did.  After two weeks, I introduced BB to Eric.  Their exchange went on smoothly and they got along pretty well.  Then last week I began spending most of my time with BB.  Eric probably knew that it would be inevitable.  The other day when I checked to see how he was doing, he lay quiet.  Efforts on reviving him proved unsuccessful.  I will miss you, Eric.  Thanks for the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and thanks for giving me the inspiration to start writing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6283598786411228467?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6283598786411228467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6283598786411228467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6283598786411228467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6283598786411228467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuss-over-cellphone.html' title='Fuss over a cellphone'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3629519653252313809</id><published>2010-01-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:39:01.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year that will be</title><content type='html'>2010.  It was a bad welcome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve, Andee was taken to the emergency room due to vomiting and loose bowel movement. January 2nd, it was Diego's turn.  January 3rd and 4th, I was running a fever.  Then now, for 3 days now, my allergies are more like a burning sensation on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting that aside, there are major looking-forward-to's for this year.  February 20th will be our high school reunion's Silver Jubilee! Wow, 25 years na!!!  Our batch holds reunion every 5 years.  Each year handled and organized by a specific &lt;em&gt;barkada, &lt;/em&gt;then 'assigning' the next barkada-organizer during the event.  This time, everyone pitches in.  As usual, I get to design the main tarpaulin for the event and take care of the physical arrangements.  I will be (hopefully) posting a separate entry for that (fingers-crossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next main event will be Lola's 90th birthday on August.  It's going to be a grand family reunion,  and everyone will be going home to Puerto Princesa.  Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last quarter of 2009 left a 'hole' in My Scratch Pad.  After the Ondoy incident, phone and internet access are still non-existent.  There were quite a few events that I should be blogging about, and of course, pictures to post.  That might need to wait, I'm afraid, as I don't normally visit internet cafes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to 2010! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3629519653252313809?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3629519653252313809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3629519653252313809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3629519653252313809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3629519653252313809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-that-will-be.html' title='A year that will be'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5720763602202689267</id><published>2009-12-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:34:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Colored Mung Beans</title><content type='html'>Can't believe that Christmas was just yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush home from work, got home at around 10am.  Caught cousin Angge cooking her specialty "Pad Thai"  (she also arrived a few hours before me from work too!); had to gear up as well. My turn to cook (Dory Fillet with Asparagus cream sauce)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, Christmas Lunch is tradition for the family. We don't celebrate Noche Buena like what most families do.  Normally we'd just spruce up the house, bringing out all plates and utensils, finish our cooking marathon.  We'd then open a bottle of red wine and toast at midnight, Christmas Day, wake the kids and open presents!  That was then.  Sans the wine toasting and gifts opening, this year, sleeping early was the agenda.  I was at work when I called at midnight expecting to hear the kid's excitement opening their gifts.  Ha! everyone's asleep-- Mama answered the phone, a bit groggy--sorry, woke her up&lt;em&gt; kasi&lt;/em&gt;.  Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house becomes the venue for a grand family reunion.  I remember about two weeks before.  Mama was really down to tears, not wanting to plan the celebration anymore.  Mainly because we (literally) have no chairs for our relatives and visitors to sit on! --thanks to Ondoy.  And to add to mama's frustration, she has scanned the Marikina Yellow Pages for chairs and tables for rent..but everyone's booked!  Good thing Yaya Wilma chanced upon a flier somewhere last week that rents out tables and chairs.  Lo and behold! Problem solved :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like clockwork, our relatives (and my brothers and their families) arrived like, just a minute apart-- and I am not exaggerating!  After one family comes in and the beso-beso's were done, the next family arrives.  This cycle continued on 5 times! 5 families!  Enough to make everyone smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid-afternoon, we all went to Loyola Park (Marikina) to visit Papa and Lolo.  Our ride has my kids and all my pamangkins.  We are the schoolbus.  Kids' ride.  We call them the &lt;strong&gt;'Retazos'&lt;/strong&gt; --hahaha! A strip from the original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a riot going to and from Loyola.  Christmas concert ito. Singing ABS-CBN's Christmas staion ID, "&lt;em&gt;Star ng Pasko, Salamat sa Liwanag Mo&lt;/em&gt;"... the '&lt;strong&gt;RETAZOS'&lt;/strong&gt; (aged 2-10):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Salamat sa liwanag mo.. Muling magkakakulay ang munggo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5720763602202689267?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5720763602202689267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5720763602202689267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5720763602202689267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5720763602202689267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-colored-mung-beans.html' title='Christmas Colored Mung Beans'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2763590054310673948</id><published>2009-12-12T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:13:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob and Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeIU4Y6PI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AYTbWGeDzmI/s1600-h/DSC04333-757383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414274674166655218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeIU4Y6PI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AYTbWGeDzmI/s320/DSC04333-757383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeI8CzNbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/OFo3ic-CTeI/s1600-h/DSC04359-759179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414274684679304626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeI8CzNbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/OFo3ic-CTeI/s320/DSC04359-759179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeI8CzNbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/OFo3ic-CTeI/s1600-h/DSC04359-759179.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are my two 3-month old choco point siamese kittens, Jacob and Bella (yeah..New Moon, i know!). &lt;p&gt;I am also testing the email posting feature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sent via SE810i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2763590054310673948?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2763590054310673948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2763590054310673948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2763590054310673948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2763590054310673948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-are-my-two-3-month-old-choco.html' title='Jacob and Bella'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SyNeIU4Y6PI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AYTbWGeDzmI/s72-c/DSC04333-757383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7455765867286066633</id><published>2009-12-12T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:56:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....</title><content type='html'>It has been an eternity since my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Palawan, Andee's birthday, followed by Diego's antics, then finally Ondoy. It has been more than two months now and still, Globe has not yet reconnected our internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahgaaalll ..............Tons of stories to tell, lots of pictures to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7455765867286066633?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7455765867286066633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7455765867286066633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7455765867286066633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7455765867286066633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry....'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5316955896790874658</id><published>2009-08-17T22:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:20:16.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Hopping</title><content type='html'>Suntan oil and bathing suit? NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousins went on an impromptu island hopping the morning after Lola's birthday.  I had no plans whatsoever in taking a dip, that's why I didn't bother to bring anything fit for the beach.  *sigh* (next time  I'd better pack beach stuff WHEREVER and WHENEVER I go to a place near water!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed off to Sta. Lourdes at around 6:30am where we are to take a motorized boat ride through Honda Bay.  The banca costs 1,500Php for the whole day.  The one we got can accommodate up to around 10 people.  Snorkeling gear is rented out at 100Php.  Entrance fee to the islands varies from free to 50Php/person. Our bankero asked if we have specific islands that we wish to go to.  Cousin Ian opted for Pandan Island first, then Snake Island, lunch at Starfish Island, then the last stop is a new spot for snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGTpl-rtdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cSZCSQ4kFkM/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGTpl-rtdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cSZCSQ4kFkM/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377741772836025810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ur first stop is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pandan Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got its name apparently because the water is green.. not because of a pandan plantation there (LOL) that's what most of us thought.  The sand is white and very fine.   You'll actually see a lot of what looks like crab skid marks or 'footprints'. And the water is very, very clear. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGTqt-QN8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/fZUKKUdqGW8/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGTqt-QN8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/fZUKKUdqGW8/s320/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377741792161576898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a particular section 'buoyed' out for snorkeling and there where like baskets attached to a couple of buoys.  This we found out is where  the caretakers keep live rock lobsters and squid for sale for grilling!!! Ian says that this beach is also operated by the Legend Hotel, so I guess they would have facilities for an overnight stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snake Island&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGbkfyBrXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qAfPw-4fKV8/s1600-h/starfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGbkfyBrXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qAfPw-4fKV8/s320/starfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377750481366003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so called because it's sand bar looks like a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGbjZR6ThI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uPh-xNPOcJQ/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGbjZR6ThI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uPh-xNPOcJQ/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377750462440820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snake from the air.  While my cousin Lala and her boyfriend snorkels, Ian and I went on a hike up to the snake's tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is coarser.  There are a lot of sand dollars and other shells, and it was very hot!  Mangroves are abundant to the right.  There's no crowd too, since it's almost a 20-minute walk from the main beach area.  Very ideal for skinny dipping I may say, or nude sunbathing! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot, windy, and very tranquil. The wind is all you hear.  It's surprisingly very quite..you'll not even hear the waves.  At the tip of the sandbar is a house on stilts.  You'd imagine seeing just the house during high tide.  On our way back to the main beach, that's when I realized that I already have a mean sunburn.  OMG.  Removing my shirt leaving my bra on should have been better--tan-wise (now why didn't I think of that?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third stop and lunch destination is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starfish Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGfRB2iGZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pCE41A_hghg/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGfRB2iGZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pCE41A_hghg/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377754544960838034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starfish Island has been a favorite destination since I was little.  Whenever I visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;, our beach trip would always be at Starfish.  But it has changed a lot!  The sand isn't as white as I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGfRrnKgFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/cAoNb1Tjtwg/s1600-h/grppic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGfRrnKgFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/cAoNb1Tjtwg/s320/grppic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377754556170666066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were halfway eating our lunch of grilled squid (from Pandan Island) and 'pares'  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--hehe take-out yun...no time to prepare  kasi eh--  &lt;/span&gt;when it rained. And it rained hard.  We were sort of stranded in an island at Honda Bay  in the middle of a storm (I swear you won't see those mountains anymore because of the rain),  and there was I calling my mom and buddy about it!  MAY SIGNAL ANG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLOBE&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUN!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Mama said that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola &lt;/span&gt;was a bit worried already because it was also raining hard in Puerto.  It's past 3pm already and we have one more destination to go before we head home.  There is a second party at Lola's house at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for us when the rain stopped, and our bankero decided that it is already safe to go on, it began drizzling again and we had to fore go the final stop--which is at a location only for snorkeling.  I'm hoping to go back especially to Pandan Island.  The soonest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5316955896790874658?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5316955896790874658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5316955896790874658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5316955896790874658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5316955896790874658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/island-hopping.html' title='Island Hopping'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SqGTpl-rtdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cSZCSQ4kFkM/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-665651214214655172</id><published>2009-08-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:00:48.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tamilok Experience</title><content type='html'>Only for the brave and adventurous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sabi nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SotZ3bYWCYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8TGBPAK3UzE/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SotZ3bYWCYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8TGBPAK3UzE/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371485789346990466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tamilok&lt;/span&gt; or 'woodworm' thrives on rotten mangroves.  They grow to more than a foot long and are a delicacy in Palawan.  Although it looks like a worm, it is actually a mollusk-- like a long, - very looong oyster.  At Kinabuch's, in Pto. Princesa, this is one of the best-selling and highly sought after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulutan.  &lt;/span&gt;After Lola's 89th birthday celebration yesterday, the young 'uns (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi yon),&lt;/span&gt; me, my cousins Ian and Lala, her boyfriend Johann, and my Tito Dante headed over to this famous watering hole.  Tamilok is best eaten fresh, according to our family's tamilok-expert Lala, straight from the rotten mangroves, cleaned, then dipped in vinegar-- the ultimate gastronomical experience especially when on island hopping, or on trips to Sabang or the Underground River. Some restaurants here serve it kilawin style-- with vinegar, chilies, onions, and calamansi (that, I definitely know I can handle!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala would take nearly a foot-long tamilok and eat it.  Her boyfriend Johann, who is half-Filipino, half-Belgian, would take a long one and chew it first.  "Does it break down to pieces when you chew it?" I asked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hindi,"&lt;/span&gt; he says. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buo pa rin siya"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang &lt;/span&gt;rubber &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa ata&lt;/span&gt;. I could imagine why others would just swallow it in one gulp followed by gin or tuba.  They pushed the plate in front of me--took a picture of it, photogenic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt;! Reminds me of regular oysters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taking a closer look, it does have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;those two whachamacallit eyes like that of an oyster or a scallop/mussel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya ko ito&lt;/span&gt;.   For photo-op, I took a long one-- all smiles pa ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panay kantiaw na ng mga pinsan ko&lt;/span&gt;.   Summoning all my strength didn't do me any good. Despite the eyes, it still looks like a worm. I settled for a two-inch long instead. But what happens next is priceless---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SotvtwcavMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/m4O_A1wGvfU/s1600-h/Tamilok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SotvtwcavMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/m4O_A1wGvfU/s400/Tamilok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509812458339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sotvtdh_e9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/RzPrNaZtmE4/s1600-h/yucch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sotvtdh_e9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/RzPrNaZtmE4/s400/yucch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371509807381445586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it touches your tongue, it does have a feel and texture of an oyster-- but the difference is that it's slimy and you'd immediately taste the smell of seaweeds and mud (that's my opinion).  There's a feeling of gag-reflex (if you'd term it that way), which may be one reason why tomadors wash it down with gin.  It's like eating a very, very slimy, and thickier fetuccini and it gets stuck half down your throat. And to think I just tried a measely two-inch one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-665651214214655172?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/665651214214655172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=665651214214655172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/665651214214655172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/665651214214655172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tamilok-experience.html' title='My Tamilok Experience'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SotZ3bYWCYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8TGBPAK3UzE/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5902128634759953360</id><published>2009-08-16T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:19:35.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola at 89.</title><content type='html'>..and still looking fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sot5aIWaEUI/AAAAAAAAAts/AAyJIUXNX-M/s1600-h/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sot5aIWaEUI/AAAAAAAAAts/AAyJIUXNX-M/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520470394474818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party was held at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh Cafe &lt;/span&gt;along J.P. Rizal Street in Puerto. It was a party for around 25 people, mostly close friends and relatives.  The food was spectacular! Two of my favorites are the tinolang manok with coconut meat (reminds me of the pumpkin soup at Crescent Moon Cafe--they also use coconut with the recipe), there is a slight taste of coconut in the soup, yummy!  There's spicy seafood curry, forgot how it's named, where the curry sauce can stand alone on its own--sans the squid, shrimp, fish meat, eggplant, and sitaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light moment was during the blowing of the birthday candles.  We laughed when Lola took he numbers 8 and 9 and inverted it to look 98.  "Royal bloods have long life!" my Lola Au, her sister said afterwards.  Lolas' cousins lived to be almost hundred, and that's no joke.  A few years back they attended the 94th birthday of one of her cousins.  And what a sight!  Seating beside the celebrant are his siblings, also in their 90's!  Now that's life worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5902128634759953360?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5902128634759953360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5902128634759953360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5902128634759953360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5902128634759953360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/lola-at-89.html' title='Lola at 89.'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sot5aIWaEUI/AAAAAAAAAts/AAyJIUXNX-M/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2660223993241536449</id><published>2009-08-13T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:59:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palawan: Back after 11 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally.  2 days off and 4 VLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last April, we (fortunately) chanced upon Cebu Pacific's promo for just 975.00 Php (you read that correctly!) for Pto. Princesa. &lt;em&gt; Palalampasin mo ba yun?!?!  &lt;/em&gt;It was actually a good thing because Mama is planning on visiting Lola on her birthday and also would be planning a grand reunion next year in August.  It will be Lola's 90th birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 11 years already since I last visited.  The city has changed so much since then.  There are more tourists.  Lots of good places to eat!  There are now minicabs for transportation.  Tricycles still rule but now they are color-coded, alternating from white on certain days, to blue.  Looking forward to a relaxing vacation!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2660223993241536449?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2660223993241536449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2660223993241536449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2660223993241536449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2660223993241536449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/palawan-back-after-11-years.html' title='Palawan: Back after 11 years'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5791452570090635790</id><published>2009-07-31T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:06:33.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated and Glad</title><content type='html'>Why is it easier to train 20 sales staff about retail operations and product knowledge then to train my 7 year-old possessive nouns and vowel diphthongs?!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that... their spelling list includes: AUTHORITY, DAUGHTER, and POISONOUS, among others. I don't remember 1st Grade spelling to be this 'advanced' already.  Well...then again, I'm thinking of decades-ago-1st-grade-spelling.  Anyway....back to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego has already (good riddance!) somehow developed his study habit at home.  Thanks to his Lola. (read: &lt;em&gt;"Si mama hindi marunong eh!"&lt;/em&gt;  Hehe oh well! ) Diego would dutifully show me his assignment for the day and seatworks done at school.  Because of my new schedule at work, I arrive home at around 3pm and find him at the terrace-- books and notebooks out, with his Ate Ana (his Yaya's niece) and of course, his Lola.  There will be short bathroom breaks or snack breaks in-between, then homework and study commence again after Diego shouts, "&lt;em&gt;Lola&lt;/em&gt;, study &lt;em&gt;na tayo&lt;/em&gt;!!!!".  The San Benildo Integrated School may be giving them endless homeworks and projects that may spell 'nightmare' for most of us comparing 1st-grade school life more than 2 decades ago, but then again, it does 'force' you to develop your child's study habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama! finish &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; homework! &lt;em&gt;Pwede na ko magcomputer&lt;/em&gt;??!?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5791452570090635790?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5791452570090635790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5791452570090635790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5791452570090635790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5791452570090635790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustrated-and-glad.html' title='Frustrated and Glad'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6971840765167182133</id><published>2009-07-29T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:18:56.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds and the Bees</title><content type='html'>"Mama! &lt;em&gt;ganon ba ginawa ni&lt;/em&gt; Papa &lt;em&gt;sayo&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Pinasok ang&lt;/em&gt; penis&lt;em&gt; niya sa&lt;/em&gt; vagina &lt;em&gt;mo&lt;/em&gt;?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!&lt;/strong&gt; Tumbling ako! That definitely took me off guard! 10 year old Andee came home last week from school and bombarded me with questions about this. It was that time in school where their lesson now evolved from menstruation to reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I remember a similar scene in a movie, not too sure of the title ..was it "Maybe, Definitely" or something? The dad picked up his daughter at school and was met by a scene of children in various state of disbelief, coolness or upsetness because of this lesson at school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it really like that, Mama? Yuucchhhh!!! &lt;em&gt;Ganon ba ginawa sa yo?"&lt;/em&gt; Andee looked almost teary-eyed. It's as if she sees the female as being violated somewhat, and the male, dominant. "&lt;em&gt;Pero kung di nangyari yun, di ba wala kami ni Diego&lt;/em&gt;?" That's true. "Pero, Mama, YUCHHH!!! &lt;em&gt;ayoko niyan&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, you only do that &lt;em&gt;kung mahal niyo ang isa't-isa -----&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GULP!-- It took a lot for me to say that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6971840765167182133?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6971840765167182133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6971840765167182133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6971840765167182133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6971840765167182133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/birds-and-bees.html' title='Birds and the Bees'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4280712977722823210</id><published>2009-07-26T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:10:56.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addict</title><content type='html'>YoVille.  FarmVille.  Farm Town.  Restaurant City.  My Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things in common--- &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and  Addictive.  VERY addictive.  I started out Facebook just like anyone else.. to get and keep in touch with friends and family-- something that Friendster sort of.. got short of, or lacked.  Yes both would 'connect' you with people but interaction is what Facebook has to offer.  And, (sigh) games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 2 games I really got so hooked up with since we got our computer are Sim City and RollerCoaster Tycoon.  I remember when I was pregnant (years ago) that I'd really burn the midnight oil for these games. Even after I gave birth to Diego.. while trying to put him to sleep cradled on my left arm, my right hand would click away to RollerCoaster bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now right after work, I'd make sure I'd take a peak at my YO, my CROPS, or if my Restaurant crew is over-worked.  It's also cool to see friends and former classmates (read: 40 year-olds!!) online playing. And to think, me and Andee are already exchanging notes and tips!!!  &lt;em&gt;Adik na nga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay&lt;/strong&gt; (walks into my room, was supposed to wake me up for dinner when she heard me talking..): &lt;em&gt;Ano sabi mo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;(still sleepy and a bit groggy):  Harvest...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Ano?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Di ko alam kung maghaharvest ako or magpa-plow.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ano yun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Ha? (confused na ako)......di ko alam kung maghaharvest ako&lt;/em&gt; or plow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay:&lt;/strong&gt; "Harvest or plow?!?!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Bakit, may&lt;/em&gt; FARM &lt;em&gt;ka ba&lt;/em&gt;?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! I swear!... my mom almost had a nervus breakdown! Says that if she were not able to ask &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak &lt;/a&gt;about what I meant..she'd be taking me to the hospital&lt;em&gt; na!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4280712977722823210?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4280712977722823210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4280712977722823210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4280712977722823210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4280712977722823210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/addict.html' title='Addict'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7906578334039364273</id><published>2009-07-12T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:50:08.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast weekdays..faster weekends</title><content type='html'>It was a fast week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started Monday with a bang, thought I'd be pulled-out already from my current job position to the new one (not yet &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;.. for whatever reason). Been waiting for almost a month now. There were 6 of us who got the position and the 1st four has started already. Some say that they're waiting for the production headcount. Ummm...&lt;em&gt;marami nang bago sa&lt;/em&gt; floor&lt;em&gt; ah. &lt;/em&gt;While others say that our stats are still 'needed' program-wide. &lt;em&gt;Talaga ha? &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, just hoping it would be soon.. &lt;em&gt;Samantala...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SloFKr-DJXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8dBLXHfSIig/s1600-h/DSC04064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SloFtPLsdkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nREMm19VhlE/s1600-h/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357600981438461506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SloFtPLsdkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nREMm19VhlE/s320/DSC04056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are series of seminars and workshops scheduled for this week at the Pacific Star office geared toward career advancement and management skills. In line with this the company has opened an ala-Top Design contest for the workshop's binders' cover. &lt;em&gt;Papahuli ba ako?&lt;/em&gt; of course I joined. And won :-) The most exciting thing about winning this is not only the mere fact that all of the company's computer wallpapers are now showing the design, my name and the program, but also apparently, that I was the only female who submitted entries for this (submitted 4 designs..thanks to &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak&lt;/a&gt; for helping me out with fixing the layers in Photoshop. luv u bro!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never seemed to have felt Saturday.. and today Sunday, it's like I wasn't able to do anything. Tomorrow is again the start of another work week and hope that it will be as fast as the past week. Hayyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7906578334039364273?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7906578334039364273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7906578334039364273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7906578334039364273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7906578334039364273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/fast-weekdaysfaster-weekends.html' title='Fast weekdays..faster weekends'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SloFtPLsdkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nREMm19VhlE/s72-c/DSC04056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2523191991598424549</id><published>2009-07-03T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:32:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little hero</title><content type='html'>Diego came home from school yesterday crying with a scratch on his cheek. This is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus service on their way home, 2 other boys on the were picking on a smaller boy, who happened to be Diego's classmate, Paolo.  Their bus driver at first didn't mind it because it was just like any other ordinary ride home where there would be &lt;em&gt;'kantyawans' &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;'katuwaans' &lt;/em&gt;with the little tykes. Then came &lt;em&gt;asaran,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pikunan. &lt;/em&gt;Apparently, Paolo was now being bullied by the 2 bigger boys.  Diego, on the other hand, remained quiet 'at first'.  Commotion followed and the boys were now crying.  When asked, Diego replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, ang liit ng inaaway nila, kawawa naman.  Sinuntok ko nga!" &lt;/em&gt;(They were picking on someone smaller that's why I punched them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww.... &lt;/em&gt;my little hero! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2523191991598424549?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2523191991598424549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2523191991598424549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2523191991598424549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2523191991598424549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-hero.html' title='Little hero'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4151482578853733780</id><published>2009-06-28T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:29:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego at 7</title><content type='html'>Was still working on the computer at around 6am when Diego came in and said good morning.  It's his 7th birthday today and aside from growing taller and still missing his two front teeth, he's like a young adult &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; when spoken to.  I asked him why he's up so early. &lt;em&gt; "Kasi tatawag si Papa at lalabas kami eh." *&lt;/em&gt;OMG... *&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure baby? &lt;em&gt;Hindi naman siya tumatawag diba&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dati kaya tumawag&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Nood kami&lt;/em&gt; Transformers at &lt;em&gt;tsaka may&lt;/em&gt; gift siya &lt;em&gt;sa akin na&lt;/em&gt; PSP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt sad &lt;em&gt;kaya...&lt;/em&gt; and felt really bad.  His last true memory of his dad was a trip to the zoo and Star City when he was 2 years old.  Now they see and bond with each other once a year.. either during Christmas or after New Year.  A few months ago Yaya Wilma mentioned that his dad called and spoke with his Ate Andee.  When asked if he likes to speak with his dad, he says "&lt;em&gt;Ayoko sa kanya&lt;/em&gt;, liar &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt;".  Broken promises of weekend bondings. Broken promises of gifts that never were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Ti'Angge got home from work with his cake and was he so excited.  He'd insist on changing to his new Transformers shirt and eagerly wait for....---? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the phone would ring, he'd dash over and answer the phone.  &lt;em&gt;Naiiyak na lang ako&lt;/em&gt; when I see the look on his face when it wasn't who he was hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4151482578853733780?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4151482578853733780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4151482578853733780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4151482578853733780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4151482578853733780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/diego-at-7.html' title='Diego at 7'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7901656174381823327</id><published>2009-06-27T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:02:26.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Club Memories</title><content type='html'>I found these lyrics why rammaging through my &lt;em&gt;mahiwagang baul&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share it with everyone especially my co-Glee Club members in St. Scho Marikina under Mrs. Pia (Wonderful Thing to be Me) in Grade School, and Mrs. Espinosa (Love is the Answer) in High School.  Nice idea to reminisce this on our 25th reunion, right?&lt;em&gt; *wink*wink*hint*hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL THING TO BE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words by Marcy Henchen and Don Besig. Music by Don Besig. 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning and I see a new day dawning ...&lt;br /&gt;And I see the sky above me, and I know somebody loves me ...&lt;br /&gt;Then I want to stand and shout it, tell the whole wide world about it ...&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful thing to be me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the birds a singin', and I feel like singin' with 'em ...&lt;br /&gt;And a breeze is softly blowing, in my heart I feel love growing ...&lt;br /&gt;For this day is just beginning, all at once I can't help thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful thing to be me ... and to be free ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to walk along the river, free to tumble the grass ...&lt;br /&gt;Free to chase away the gray clouds, from the sky ...&lt;br /&gt;Free to take your hand and wander, through the meadows and the fields ...&lt;br /&gt;Free to capture all the world, and call it mine ... I'm feelin' fine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the day has ended sweetly, now the evening comes to greet me ...&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I see tomorrow, no, it won't be filled with sorrow ...&lt;br /&gt;For I see a new day coming, through the meadows I'll be running ...&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful thing to be me ... and to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IS THE ANSWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Raymond Hannisian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes and I must go; day is breaking yonder.&lt;br /&gt;After all the places I have been, now I’m going home.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to seek the sky, to travel on the highway&lt;br /&gt;And the time has come, I don’t know whyI am going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REF1: Where is the answer to so many questions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, so I begin another journey&lt;br /&gt;Where is the meaning for my world&lt;br /&gt;I see the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we came by diff’rent roads, now we walk together.&lt;br /&gt;Stay beside me all our days, strangers never more.&lt;br /&gt;Through the cool of summer rains, by the hearthside fire&lt;br /&gt;Here I’ll be with you when nothing remainsI am home to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REF2: For love is the answer to so many questions&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, and I can stop my endless wand’ring&lt;br /&gt;Love gives the meaning to my world&lt;br /&gt;I see the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives meaning to my world&lt;br /&gt;And I see the answer now&lt;br /&gt;Love is the Answer… Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7901656174381823327?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7901656174381823327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7901656174381823327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7901656174381823327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7901656174381823327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/glee-club-memories.html' title='Glee Club Memories'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7268666984181353921</id><published>2009-06-26T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:56:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tear for Michael</title><content type='html'>There was buzzing early yesterday morning at around 4-5AM I think, when one of the agents was informed by her customer that Michael Jackson died.  Not until the news was seen on CNN,  one can believe that it is really THE Michael Jackson who passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first memory of Michael was during the Jackson 5 way back in the 70's -- "&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Ben&lt;/em&gt;".  Also, &lt;em&gt;ang walang kakupas-kupas&lt;/em&gt; na "&lt;em&gt;Give Love on Christmas Day&lt;/em&gt;".  I wasn't really a diehard fan but I liked his music.  Was he the one who sang "&lt;em&gt;Someone in the Dark&lt;/em&gt;"?  It was the theme song for the E.T.:Extra Terrestrial movie.  I was gaga over that song for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the local news about MJ's death is surreal.  Really can't believe it. Bye now, MJ.. your music stays with us. *&lt;em&gt;hikbi&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7268666984181353921?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7268666984181353921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7268666984181353921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7268666984181353921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7268666984181353921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/tear-for-michael.html' title='A Tear for Michael'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8987231929058199911</id><published>2009-06-24T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:09:33.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Art</title><content type='html'>I blogged about the &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-in-site-launch.html"&gt;Covers Project&lt;/a&gt; sometime ago and only got this time to follow through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to attend the launch and was glad that the &lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art In Site Magazine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;website is up and running.  They are still in the process of uploading the artworks used in the project.  Itching to get my hands on a copy (specifically 'mine'/'my design'), I emailed Patricia Laurel, Editor-in-Chief.  Unfortunately, she still could not confirm if the ('my') copy was sold or not.. imagine more than 1,000+ artworks submitted for the project!  So, ok... wait &lt;em&gt;na lang ako&lt;/em&gt; for the meantime, and do find time to visit their website! It's something for all us Filipino artists out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8987231929058199911?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8987231929058199911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8987231929058199911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8987231929058199911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8987231929058199911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-art.html' title='Lost Art'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7847866914552644604</id><published>2009-06-22T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:54:36.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Spent Father's day just like any other ordinary Sunday family get-together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl. who is back for good from Dubai, will be continuing employment here with same game developer employer, with son Hugo, Ron with his family including 2 new yaya's, and of course, &lt;em&gt;kami dito-- Nanay, &lt;/em&gt;Andee, Diego, Cak, Ti'Angge, and Yaya Wilma and Ate Ann.  Got up early to do a little market for our lunch menu with Yaya and Diego.  Diego was absent from school last Friday because of fever.  Yesterday the fever was gone but yet he complained of stomach pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our menu was Cak's &lt;em&gt;Veggie Meatballs&lt;/em&gt; with Nanay's &lt;em&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; Sour sauce&lt;/em&gt; (pork giniling at 150php/kilo!) ; Nanay's &lt;em&gt;Turbo Chicken&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;Creamy Hot Tahong &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;/em&gt; recipe; and Yaya's &lt;em&gt;Inihaw Adobong Chix Isaw&lt;/em&gt; (yummy hit!).  Nanay (arrived last night from Palawan) also brought fresh Tuna Sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning the tahong shells when I felt it.  It was the same like the first 'attack' as I would call it.  Cold sweat, uneasy feeling in the abdomen area, vision starting to blurr, hot flushes going up the spine, to the back of my neck, to my head, and this time..it affected my hearing.  &lt;em&gt;Parang nabibingi ako.  &lt;/em&gt;All I remember is, I sat down, closed my eyes trying not to pass out like I did the first time.  I remember hearing Nanay talking to Yaya, I remember her calling Cak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty scary.  I tried to control breathing and focus on a particular name and face.  That helped.  But it still was scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7847866914552644604?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7847866914552644604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7847866914552644604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7847866914552644604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7847866914552644604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4889216314247114505</id><published>2009-06-15T01:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:05:46.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Finally. It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally took me almost 15 hours non-stop (well, except for eating and trips to the little girl's bathroom) to go through a blog overhaul! Salamat kay Photoshop and a little help from &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak.&lt;/a&gt; He was able to help out in tweaking my then new header but in the end, I had to start from scratch again. Used Blogger template SCRIBE this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sj5d1POM3eI/AAAAAAAAArY/vhq7hTiEbHA/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349816576563273186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sj5d1POM3eI/AAAAAAAAArY/vhq7hTiEbHA/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original one I used since I started in 2005 is Blogger template DOTS. &lt;em&gt;Naku&lt;/em&gt;, very eighties &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt; because of the cat wallpaper I used that time! Was not able to get a good screenshot of the old one, though. So I changed it-- from the main logo header, to the side headers, to the look of the main page -- I give myself a pat on the back, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step right now is to make sure all blog links are still active. Would also need to check the old template in case I might have missed someone. To be continued... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4889216314247114505?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4889216314247114505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4889216314247114505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4889216314247114505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4889216314247114505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sj5d1POM3eI/AAAAAAAAArY/vhq7hTiEbHA/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1944513552576768959</id><published>2009-06-14T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:42:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brave and the BOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SjU1--EEjEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pym2MLp1lK0/s1600-h/fhmcoverblurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239488500567106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SjU1--EEjEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pym2MLp1lK0/s320/fhmcoverblurb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SjPPcgA9izI/AAAAAAAAApM/6DJlUs4qT6M/s1600-h/fhmcoverblurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FHM Philippines features a Q&amp;amp;A with Carlo Vergara, David Hontiveros, Budjette Tan, Arnold Arre and Gerry Alanguilan.. and a special surprise from ZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FHM June 2009 issue! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1944513552576768959?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1944513552576768959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1944513552576768959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1944513552576768959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1944513552576768959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/06/brave-and-bold.html' title='The brave and the BOLD'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SjU1--EEjEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pym2MLp1lK0/s72-c/fhmcoverblurb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1986789671825106919</id><published>2009-05-30T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:07:09.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ito na..</title><content type='html'>Spent the day bonding with Andee and Diego. Watched Night at the Museum 2, then went ahead for some National Bookstore shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having dinner at McDo (&lt;em&gt;naku--walang kakupas-kupas!!.. kahit papa-deliver sa house..)&lt;/em&gt; I faced the reality that the two are no longer babies. Lalo na si Diego. He'll be on 1st Grade already at the San Benildo Integrated School, and Andee, 5th Grade at SSAM. Time flies. But I've got a long way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1986789671825106919?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1986789671825106919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1986789671825106919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1986789671825106919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1986789671825106919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-school-shopping.html' title='Ito na..'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7461752993214005074</id><published>2009-05-15T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:20:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>There were a lot of significant changes recently.&lt;br /&gt;Family. Kids. Work. Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now slowly but surely 'fixing' our house in Marikina.  Diego will be in 1st grade at a big school, while Andee, Grade 5.  We're done with tuition fees and books. What's left are a few school supplies and bonding 'let's-all-cover-your-books' moments.  Work has finally been 'good' to me, got to get and do what I really loved doing. And finally..Self.  I've never felt so inspired.  I think I've pick up most of my broken pieces already and mended them so well that I am almost my old self--!!  I have never loved so much that I feel that everything is falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one last thing though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER!&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo eighties...eeeiioouuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7461752993214005074?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7461752993214005074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7461752993214005074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7461752993214005074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7461752993214005074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2078160357922932747</id><published>2009-04-26T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:53:22.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mariev.cjb.net</title><content type='html'>Received an anonymous text message a few days ago, and it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pued po b akong humingi ng 2long sa inyo? I'm marie, 21yo freshgrad po from Bacolod City. Ggawin ko po ang lahat ngkpalit na gusto nio, ma2lungan nyo lng po akong mkpunta sa mynila. My job hiring na po kc sna ako jan sa san mig- ortigas, syang po kc kung madissolve lng... Im willing to take the risks ng kpalit na hhngin nio. Un nlng tlga pgasa ko na mkluwas kgd pra mhbol deadline ko po. My pic and supporting docs po ako sa www.mariev.cjb.net" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was using Globe (&lt;em&gt;office phone kasi&lt;/em&gt;) I've been getting spam &lt;em&gt;(Chinatrust loans, discount offers, etc)&lt;/em&gt; and scammers &lt;em&gt;("hon... naubusan ako ng load, dito mo padala sa number na ito..), &lt;/em&gt;I just let this one go. However, I received another message this afternoon..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name: Marie Velasco&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: Feb. 15, 1987&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'7"&lt;br /&gt;Complexion: Fair&lt;br /&gt;Vital Stats: 35-25-36&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Long and Straight&lt;br /&gt;Other: Joined some provincial pageants for allowance.&lt;br /&gt;Course: BS Information Management (Computer &amp;amp; Accountancy)&lt;br /&gt;School: DOST Scholar in University of St. La Salle - Bacolod&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Anna &amp;amp; Mario Velasco (both deceased)&lt;br /&gt;Picture: www.mariev.cjb.net"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wha the F?!&lt;/strong&gt; Pati ba naman vital stats? Ang kulit nito ah. Texted back.."Why are you texting me?". Her answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahm..Marie Velasco po name ko, 21 yo, from Mandalagan, Bacolod City. Graduate po ng BS Information Management (DOST Scholarship). Living alone sa isang boarding haus po d2 sa Purok Sambag. 5'7" and hardworking province girl po. May pic po ako sa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariev.cjb.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.mariev.cjb.net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  Nagtetext lng po ako ng random numbers starting with 09178 and really hoping na may makita lng ako kht maliit na 2long para makaluwas ng mynila. Wala po akong idea kung babae po o lalaki tinitext ko...But im really willing to give any favorable exchange in your part para sa tulong na makapunta sa mynila... Un lng po sana.. - marie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was in the middle of a luncheon celebration in Antipolo with mama when I got this message. I answered back to her.  If I'm not mistaken, there are call centers now in Bacolod (?) &lt;em&gt;sayang lang kung pupunta siya dito&lt;/em&gt; and sa San Mig ang work niya.  Told her I admire her courage and determination BUT what she is doing is very dangerous, and wished her luck.  Got her response when we got home--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hindi naman po ako mapapahamak, my 22luyan naman po ako pansamantala sa novaliches, sa 1 malaung kamag anak. Tapos my trbho na rn naman po akong papasukan..Sana bigyan nio po ako ng chance na magkaroon ng career.. Naghhnayang lng ako sa lumilipas na araw na dapat, sumisweldo nko at nagtratrbho.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one at around 4pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gud day po, si marie po to, ung humihingi ng 2long makapunta ng maynila.. M22lungan nio po b ako? Gagawin ko po ung kapalit na hhngin nio, para lang makapunta npo ako ng mynila..Parang awa nio na po.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is desperate.  If only I had the means to help her out. I just hope na &lt;em&gt;may makita nga siyang tutulong&lt;/em&gt; with all sincerity and not take advantage of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2078160357922932747?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2078160357922932747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2078160357922932747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2078160357922932747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2078160357922932747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/04/marievcjbnet.html' title='mariev.cjb.net'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5867407516714743733</id><published>2009-04-05T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:57:36.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun-Fun-Tan at Camayan Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sdil4JdGoTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wvlV4a0bucs/s1600-h/DSC03850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321185343767486770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sdil4JdGoTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wvlV4a0bucs/s320/DSC03850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's fun-sun-tan at the &lt;a href="http://www.camayanbeachresort.com/"&gt;Camayan Beach Resort &lt;/a&gt;in Subic for our team's nth team building activity yesterday after shift. Left the office at around 8:15am and arrived noontime. Subic on a Saturday was like a ghost town. The only vehicles noticeable are those en route to the beaches. It was soo tempting to visit &lt;a href="http://www.zoobic.com.ph/"&gt;Zoobic&lt;/a&gt;, since we passed by their signboard, as well as Ocean Adventure, just near Camayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort is clean and the water, cool and clear. The sand is fine with a few pebbles and shells. We started off firing the grill to cook our baon-- liempo and barbque. Food can be brought in but make sure to bring enough ice for your drinks. Charcoal grills are for rent and they have &lt;em&gt;uling&lt;/em&gt; also. We stayed until around 6pm before we headed of to Duty Free. The picture below was taken using my beloved SE W810i -- a panoramic view from the cottage we rented:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321213559135406322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sdi_if5CCPI/AAAAAAAAApE/eb5ZreXRB5o/s400/DSC03840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5867407516714743733?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5867407516714743733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5867407516714743733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5867407516714743733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5867407516714743733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/04/sun-fun-tan-at-camayan-resort.html' title='Sun-Fun-Tan at Camayan Resort'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/Sdil4JdGoTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wvlV4a0bucs/s72-c/DSC03850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5456778455803571858</id><published>2009-03-14T23:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:40:36.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crescent Moon Cafe birthday</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXY-N2hSyI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUeBaGD14co/s1600-h/DSC03713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315893498562562850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXY-N2hSyI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUeBaGD14co/s320/DSC03713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like a mini Sonya's Garden experience. That's how I'd be able to describe the ambiance and the way food is served. Celebrated a post-birthday lunch at the Crescent Moon Cafe in Antipolo. The place is easy to find if you are coming from Sumulong Highway. I've read in several blogs na medyo frustrating daw hanapin but then it's fairly easy pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXbFkCWdHI/AAAAAAAAAos/SHRy3euTvY4/s1600-h/DSC03729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315895823800104050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXbFkCWdHI/AAAAAAAAAos/SHRy3euTvY4/s320/DSC03729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the cafe is a koi pond, and what a sight to see. I never saw kois as big as those before! The cafe is cool and quaint, country-like feel-at-home almost similar to Sonya's. Their food is unique as well. For starters, an ala prepare-it-yourself-fresh-lumpia, sans the lumpia wrapper and ubod, or veggies. They use alagao leaves as wrappers. You'll mix and whiff up your own conconction with the following: minced ginger, minced red onions, jalapenos, kamias, sweet arnibal-like peanut paste, dessicated coconut and crunchy alamang. You'll find an interesting blend and medley of flavors there. Soup followed and this was my winner. Hands down. Thick cream of pumpkin soup with coconut meat. Yummy. You can taste kalabasa in there and a hint of coconut too! The main course included crunchy noodles with chicken curry, grilled fish (tanigue ata yun) and chopsuey. Dessert is riped mango and their delicious suman! Wonderful place for just talking and eating especially if you prefer garden-like settings. Like I do. At Php350/person, swack na swack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: From Marcos Highway, you turn right at Sumulong Highway when you get to the Masinag Market intersection. Just go straight up Antipolo, passing Dencio's; etc. etc. You'll be passing Assumption Antipolo signboard to the left, and Banker's Village to the right. Watch out for those fruit stands at the left side of the road -- you'll get to an intersection with a signboard-- (arrow going straight: To church; Arrow right: To Hinulugang TakTak; and Arrow left: To Teresa). Turn left to Teresa. Here you'll take probably 15-20 minutes drive. You'll be passing the Antipolo National Police at the right. At the end of the road you'll get a rotonda with a Flying V gasoline station at the left. You'll be doing a left here, &lt;em&gt;halos parang u-turn&lt;/em&gt; at the Flying V. The road is now smaller. This is Brg. Dalig. Watch out for the corner Barugan hardware to your right. You will see the Crescent Moon signage there. (You'll know you've missed it if you reached Robinson's Homes &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;) Turn right here. Crescent Moon is about 1-2 minutes to your left. Hehe sorry, not familiar with meters or kilometers eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's better also if you call for reservations 630-5854 so that food can be prepared. If not&lt;em&gt; daw&lt;/em&gt;, you'll be waiting 30-45 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5456778455803571858?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5456778455803571858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5456778455803571858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5456778455803571858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5456778455803571858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/crescent-moon-cafe-birthday.html' title='A Crescent Moon Cafe birthday'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXY-N2hSyI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUeBaGD14co/s72-c/DSC03713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1438188970128920482</id><published>2009-03-13T21:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:33:34.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego's Crossing-Over ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXIkF6UdHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/b3PKdrxqdtc/s1600-h/DSC03688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875457568371826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXIkF6UdHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/b3PKdrxqdtc/s320/DSC03688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was goodbye to KOF (Kids On Focus) as we attended Diego's Crossing-Over ceremony at the Water Nymph Resort in Marikina.&lt;em&gt; 'Most Improved Student'&lt;/em&gt; was the citation he received this year. Haay.... and I remembered &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;when he took his 1st Grade entrance exams at the San Benildo Integrated School (Marcos Hi-way, Antipolo) on how a nervous wreck I was that time knowing how seemingly 'lazy' and &lt;em&gt;reklamador &lt;/em&gt;he is with studying!Anyway, this year he has an itsy bitsy role as an emcee together with this classmate, Fonzo. A lot a coaching from his Ti'Angge paid off as we were (finally) able to understand what he was saying. He and his classmates presented "A Whole New World", and it was something he reminded me to watch because he is partnered with his crush, Pams. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXVzAyoZaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/J1Q8BQuIq5w/s1600-h/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315890007543145890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXVzAyoZaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/J1Q8BQuIq5w/s320/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, Pams was in another class and has been calling Diego's attention eversince. &lt;em&gt;Ayaw lang nitong isa at iba daw and crush niya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;This year since classmates &lt;em&gt;na sila&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nag-iba ang &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXSn5ea2CI/AAAAAAAAAoE/glkkHce-31U/s1600-h/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ihip ng hangin.&lt;/em&gt; He likes her &lt;em&gt;na rin daw. &lt;/em&gt;He'd make &lt;em&gt;kwento na magka-&lt;/em&gt;holding hands &lt;em&gt;sila&lt;/em&gt; during their practice for their presentation, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is extremely funny is this picture I hurriedly took while the kids are getting ready on stage for their group song when I spotted Diego's reaction when Pams gave him a hug! Hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1438188970128920482?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1438188970128920482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1438188970128920482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1438188970128920482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1438188970128920482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/diegos-crossing-over-ceremony.html' title='Diego&apos;s Crossing-Over ceremony'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXIkF6UdHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/b3PKdrxqdtc/s72-c/DSC03688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3757758371486960285</id><published>2009-03-01T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:45:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXeZ_TEpII/AAAAAAAAAo0/FO-uRSD6znU/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315899473250264194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXeZ_TEpII/AAAAAAAAAo0/FO-uRSD6znU/s320/DSC03603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time really flies. March na! In a few days, I'll be adding a year to my age. Since last week the family has been greeting me (or singing rather..) "&lt;em&gt;Haaappy birthday to you!..!" &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;which cousin Angge would exclaim "&lt;em&gt;Tanda mo na!"&lt;/em&gt; and Andee would follow it up with &lt;em&gt;"Forty*** ka na!!!". &lt;/em&gt;Cak joins in with "&lt;em&gt;di bale at mukha ka namang&lt;/em&gt; thirty something-something&lt;em&gt; tapos panay mas bata pa ang nanliligaw sa yo, leche!&lt;/em&gt;" Hehehe! And that was over lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andee wrote me a song and sang it. I could have swore I was listening to a Camp Rock-alike tune there! Sweet :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3757758371486960285?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3757758371486960285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3757758371486960285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3757758371486960285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3757758371486960285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-again.html' title='March again'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/ScXeZ_TEpII/AAAAAAAAAo0/FO-uRSD6znU/s72-c/DSC03603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-457650058904643838</id><published>2009-02-14T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:26:04.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SZboWXqajgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jwpXYkMKhfk/s1600-h/DSC03552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681082282020354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SZboWXqajgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jwpXYkMKhfk/s320/DSC03552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aahhh, love.  Iba talaga ano? When you get older it gets sweeter because you fully understand what it really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on an LRT ride home Valentine noontime when I saw these two lovebirds.  I really sneaked to take their picture.  Reminds me of the lyrics &lt;em&gt;"..i love you just the way you are..! Don't go changin' to try to please me...".  &lt;/em&gt;To think during my younger days, ang mga boylets mo kelangang naka-polo shirt palagi, nice pants, good footwear-- not white rubbershoes or spartan slippers!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days it's the connection that counts.  Someone who makes you smile and be inspired. Someone who makes you feel so good and lucky to have had them. Someone whom your drawn to hugging or cuddling or kissing. Physical beauty still is on the list, well, be presentable at least.. para sabihin naman ng ibang tao na "&lt;em&gt;ang swerte naman ng ang guy&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;buti pa si girl nakakuha ng ganon&lt;/em&gt;". Ngayon naman kasi it's OUT with the gwapo and maganda, and IN with the strong (sex) appeal. Hehehe kasama tayo  dyan! The bottomline is knowing that someone cares and loves you in their own unique way. He's 'your boy' and you're 'his girl'. No hesitations. No expectations. No regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-457650058904643838?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/457650058904643838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=457650058904643838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/457650058904643838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/457650058904643838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SZboWXqajgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jwpXYkMKhfk/s72-c/DSC03552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7279927528468012120</id><published>2009-01-26T08:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:40:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Bonding with Zaturnnah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXz-ogtlovI/AAAAAAAAAns/lU2hJvxZZ_4/s1600-h/zaturnnah2009poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295387233810227954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXz-ogtlovI/AAAAAAAAAns/lU2hJvxZZ_4/s320/zaturnnah2009poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come Feb. 8th Sunday at 3pm, almost half the team will be watch the 6th run of ze muzical! Tickets (20 seats!) were quite hard to get for other dates, and I really appreciated that Coach Dee and QD's Cathy and BJ are joining the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great seats (4th and 5th row from the front), nice matinee show (&lt;em&gt;pwede pang gumimmick after&lt;/em&gt;!) and wonderful friends will equal to never-ending laughters and LLS!! (Last Song Syndromes) Now who can beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the nth time I will be watching the show (&lt;em&gt;hmm...bakit nga kaya anoh?!).&lt;/em&gt; Feb. 8 is also the date when the whole family will watch ... Mama, brothers Ron and (of course, obviously) Cak, my 2 sisters-in-law Marlene and Carol, the kids ...yes, Andee (will be her 3rd time) and Diego (I'm bracing for that!) and the yayas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7279927528468012120?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7279927528468012120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7279927528468012120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7279927528468012120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7279927528468012120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/team-bonding-with-zaturnnah.html' title='Team Bonding with Zaturnnah'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXz-ogtlovI/AAAAAAAAAns/lU2hJvxZZ_4/s72-c/zaturnnah2009poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7185802887255976546</id><published>2009-01-17T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:58:13.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art In Site Launch</title><content type='html'>The much awaited &lt;strong&gt;Covers Project&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;em&gt;Art In Site Magazine &lt;/em&gt;will now launch at 7:00pm tonight, January 17th at the Ayala Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invite I received read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFE08L7ohI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DZL1Hs9EcpY/s1600-h/rsvp_invite_7PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292086713437102610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFE08L7ohI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DZL1Hs9EcpY/s320/rsvp_invite_7PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...Greetings from Art in Site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like an eternity to publish has been accomplished. The 'baby' has been delivered! We thank you for your patience in riding it out with us. Please find attached to this email our invitation for you to attend Art in Site Magazine's launch on January 17 at 7pm, to be held at the Ayala Museum. All artwork submitted by Filipino artists from around the world will be on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your very much-appreciated participation and contribution were chosen by a panel of judges and will grace the cover(s) of the magazine. Your magazine will be sold at the launch to kick off the start of our fund-raising drive to cover expenses of the magazine's publication and printing costs. The rest will be applied to the future Manila Center for the Arts..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Naks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, Art in Site (AIS) Magazine is for, by and about artists. Art in Site Magazine is not just any arts magazine. It is the literary vehicle for what will soon be the Manila Center for the Arts. The Center shall be a convening venue that will serve as a cooperative for Filipino visual and literary artists. It will support all Filipino artists, whether in the Philippines or abroad. The magazine will be distributed in the Philippines and the U.S. to promote and showcase our untapped brilliant and artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contributed 2 of my pressed botanical artworks to the site and well, of course more than excited to attend the launch. My main obstacle unfortunately is my work at 11pm. Hope that the launch starts on time :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7185802887255976546?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7185802887255976546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7185802887255976546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7185802887255976546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7185802887255976546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-in-site-launch.html' title='Art In Site Launch'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFE08L7ohI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DZL1Hs9EcpY/s72-c/rsvp_invite_7PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2209075268951463979</id><published>2009-01-11T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:13:30.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooling around with Eric</title><content type='html'>It was one day-off morning while having coffee at the terrace when I decided to fool around with Eric --- my beloved SE810i camphone.  I was ecstatic when I saw me caballero in bloom! Wow.. that took ages! I still have to wait for the yellows (which I got from Maan) and the reds (which I got from Sonya's Garden).  Never thought that the pictures would look this good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, close up of Bleeding Heart, orange Caballero.  Below that are pictures of small purple flowers (actually like a vine &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fence namin&lt;/em&gt;) and rosal (from my lola's garden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKrGEUISI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_edRUQauWbo/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093141360582946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKrGEUISI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_edRUQauWbo/s320/DSC03393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKq-sPybI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dihJOJhOnxM/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093139380586930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKq-sPybI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dihJOJhOnxM/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKq6Uo7bI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0hWkfP6Y1eU/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093138207829426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKq6Uo7bI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0hWkfP6Y1eU/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKrSE1-7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/yw0Nq4cWkwU/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093144584027058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKrSE1-7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/yw0Nq4cWkwU/s320/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2209075268951463979?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2209075268951463979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2209075268951463979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2209075268951463979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2209075268951463979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/fooling-around-with-eric.html' title='Fooling around with Eric'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SXFKrGEUISI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_edRUQauWbo/s72-c/DSC03393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4613559545909708175</id><published>2009-01-04T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:42:10.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zsazsa Zaturnnah ze Muzikal: One More Round</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carverhouse&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Had a meeting over the weekend with Tanghalang Pilipino (TP) and, yes, curtains will rise for the 6th run of the "&lt;strong&gt;Zsazsa Zaturnnah Ze Muzikal&lt;/strong&gt;" in February 2009 for 15 shows. Auditions have taken place to fill in slots for the chorus, as well as a new Dodong (again!) to alternate with Arnold Reyes. Eula Valdes will reportedly do all the shows barring any schedule conflicts. Tuxqs Rutaquio, Joey Paras and Kalila Aguilos will reprise their roles as Ada, Didi, and Queen Femina, respectively.Sounds like a great Valentine's date, don'cha think?This latest staging of TP's song-and-dance extravaganza will have the 400+ seater CCP Little Theater as its venue. More details over the next few weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh, and forgive the shameless plug, but the book is still available in bookstores...Heehee)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4613559545909708175?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4613559545909708175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4613559545909708175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4613559545909708175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4613559545909708175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/zsazsa-zaturnnah-ze-muzikal-one-more.html' title='Zsazsa Zaturnnah ze Muzikal: One More Round'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4943999895037379038</id><published>2009-01-01T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:09:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SV_aYi6hiQI/AAAAAAAAAko/Y92C2VwZHe0/s1600-h/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287184602780240130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SV_aYi6hiQI/AAAAAAAAAko/Y92C2VwZHe0/s320/DSC03360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again spent new year at work (3 straight years!).  Schedule was moved 3 hours earlier para di daw kami abutan ng new year revelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at around 8am and the family is already getting ready for a New Year Lunch reunion (again).  My contributions for this get together are &lt;em&gt;2 Lechon de Leche's!&lt;/em&gt;  (see pic).  Well, they are actually bread, to the shape of the infamous suckling pig!  Saw this at Farmers' Market in Cubao yesterday while I was scouting around for fireworks/luces for the kids.  &lt;em&gt;Pinagkakaguluhan kaya!  &lt;/em&gt;They seemed to be more like monay bread and according to the &lt;em&gt;tindera&lt;/em&gt;, it had bits of cheese inside.  Too bad I was not able to taste it as I was on sleep mode already by lunchtime and missed it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4943999895037379038?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4943999895037379038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4943999895037379038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4943999895037379038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4943999895037379038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SV_aYi6hiQI/AAAAAAAAAko/Y92C2VwZHe0/s72-c/DSC03360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8878816327051763585</id><published>2008-11-23T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:28:14.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy November</title><content type='html'>I have not done much posting recently. Maybe because of the cooler weather, Maybe because I get drowsy very frequently now or or maybe because of the supposedly picture attachments that I can't upload yet. The PC's monitor is busted and we are now on a slow laptop.  My camfone's software and USB is 'attached' to the PC. Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much activity has passed... Diego's Halloween-Kids of the World party at school; Andee's participation to the Book Quiz Bee; Miriam's new auditorium; the better and improved (than last year's) Marikina Riverbank bazaar..and my obsession right now with eBay.ph! (Trying to get the hang of it initially buying small stuff, then slowly learn how to sell.  Still got some items from my Ali Mall store stacked somewhere.) Probably can decide if I'd publish the other posts without the pictures.  Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8878816327051763585?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8878816327051763585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8878816327051763585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8878816327051763585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8878816327051763585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-november.html' title='Lazy November'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8565507858630233249</id><published>2008-10-19T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:00:40.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Your Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SPqsnOUNs9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/dfaPrByyMfM/s1600-h/celebrate2008_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705304766231506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SPqsnOUNs9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/dfaPrByyMfM/s320/celebrate2008_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymcompetition.com/"&gt;'MAKE YOUR MARK’&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an art competition open to anyone worldwide. The competition has been organised by &lt;a href="http://www.daler-rowney.com/"&gt;Daler-Rowney &lt;/a&gt;as part of their 225th year celebration. They are asking artists of all ages and skill levels to come together to celebrate art, by encouraging more people to paint and make their mark. This competition is about personal inspiration, so those interested can paint whatever you like. There are 4 categories: below 12 years old, under 16, full-time art student, and leisure painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraging everyone to be a part of this.  With the ongoing preparation of &lt;a href="http://www.artinsitemagazine.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art In Site&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;magazine's Covers Project, this can get the (dormant) artist in you going!  I've shown this to Andee and boy, it's so good to see her intrerested.  She just submitted an entry for a Christmas card cover sponsored by Scholastic Books with the theme, &lt;em&gt;"Give the Gift of Reading"&lt;/em&gt;.  I sort of got her started when she was in Kindergarten when there was a parent-child competition sponsored by Phoenix Publishing, the &lt;strong&gt;1st Golden Crayon Awards.&lt;/strong&gt; It was a Draw-A-Book contest, with the theme &lt;em&gt;"Spending Quality Time with a Parent". &lt;/em&gt;After an on-the-spot elimination process, her entry &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005/08/turtle-named-tanya.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny Turtle Tanya&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was to represent Miriam College Child Study Center to the contest finals at the World Trade Center in Pasay. ..and WON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8565507858630233249?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8565507858630233249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8565507858630233249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8565507858630233249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8565507858630233249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-your-mark.html' title='Make Your Mark'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SPqsnOUNs9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/dfaPrByyMfM/s72-c/celebrate2008_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5332115384861696044</id><published>2008-10-11T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:43:29.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Commandment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Prostitution is when a man or a woman lets someone else touch them so that they will get money".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how mama answered Andee's question about what prostitution is. Andee's lessons in school in their CLE class (Christian Living Education) now evolves under sensitive topics like this-- euthanasia, genocide, abortion, mutilation, subhuman living conditions, drug abuse, to name a few. All these are discussed under the 5th commandment, &lt;em&gt;'Thou shall not kill', &lt;/em&gt;which in context would really mean caring for human life and the human body. Which in turn, points to all the hullaballo thingi on the &lt;strong&gt;Reproductive Bill&lt;/strong&gt; issue recently. My two cents worth: I'm for it. The bill doesn't go beyond or against what the Catholic Church teaches or believes. It mainly serves as a support or guide to educate those who 'might' end up going against the 5th commandment. It's more of a respect for oneself, their loved ones and their future. &lt;em&gt;Sobrang babaw kasi ang nakikita ng iba.&lt;/em&gt; They tend to take the consequences literally and not the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years sex education in school is not bad. I do think it is appropriate. In Andee's PE class they are now being taught about the female reproductive system..which again in my opinion is perfect timing because it is at that age where some girls begin to menstrate. I also believe that the modules being prepared for sex education will aptly be relevant information depending on the age of the student. In college during one of our psychology classes, we learned a very interesting topic about erogenous zones. But that's beyond my point hehe..got sidetracked! Anyway.. it makes sense. We definitely can't decide for others as 'life is what they make it'. And we can't make &lt;em&gt;bantay&lt;/em&gt; to our children forever. Give them space to grow and learn and make mistakes, and learn again, then grow again to a better person. Proper education will make them curious I agree, but then as being more educated now, they can decide for their own and not end up "killing themselves or their future." Come on now... don't tell me all those who opposed to this bill is as clean as a whistle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going back to what Andee's reaction to mama's definition of prostituion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YUUUCHHHH!!! I don't like that!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So study hard. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5332115384861696044?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5332115384861696044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5332115384861696044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5332115384861696044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5332115384861696044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/5th-commandment.html' title='5th Commandment'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7327180438137613720</id><published>2008-10-08T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:42:59.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andee's turn</title><content type='html'>Andee showed me a certificate she received at school for placing &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; at their Grade 4 level &lt;strong&gt;Science Quiz Bee&lt;/strong&gt; at school. &lt;em&gt;Naks naman! &lt;/em&gt;With this I can proudly say&lt;em&gt; na mana sa akin hehe! &lt;/em&gt;Science was a favorite subject for me in grade and high school. I remember sometime this month when she got home really upset because she was not able to answer problem solving Math questions. She cried. I think she got embarassed because her classmates were counting on her. Not to hard to appease her though as I recalled a stint when I was at 5th grade where I represented our class for a Math quiz-- and this was on stage with the whole student body present! (that time I was thinking, why the hell was I chosen for this?!?!) &lt;em&gt;"Wow!"&lt;/em&gt; Andee was smiling. I only answered 2 out of 5 difficult Math questions! I didn't win, obviously. And I didn't cry. Andee was now laughing. Told her it doesn't make her a lesser person if she was not able to answer a question or two, as long as she was able to do her best (I don't think I did that time..eheh). And the best thing here is, she still has friends and they are still there for her! I did ok, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7327180438137613720?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7327180438137613720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7327180438137613720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7327180438137613720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7327180438137613720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/andees-turn.html' title='Andee&apos;s turn'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5551930409495155811</id><published>2008-10-05T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:23:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SOeUhbQmBFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZV8XSN8TOP4/s1600-h/IMG_2624[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253330792324924498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SOeUhbQmBFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZV8XSN8TOP4/s320/IMG_2624%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Received an email from Scott, my barkada Gel's hubby, bringing good news that Gel gave birth to Theresa Elizabeth last September 21st. Actually, it's more than great news. I remember Gel and I talking between raising a family or spending quality, bonding time first with Scott before she got married and left for Michigan.  Descisions, descisions.  Well, it's one that's worth it-- mainly based on fate, in my opinion.  Kahit ano or papano i-plano, if it's meant to, it is and it will! Guess in his case, Gel got both-- now raising a family, and now even more bonding and quality time with Scott because of the baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my other friend's case, Nannette, it is a combination of perhaps 'fate' and 'life is what you make it' drama.  We (sort of) envy Nannette as she, for whatever reason, seemed to ba a &lt;em&gt;'boylet magnet'!&lt;/em&gt; Younger men fall for her-- and I really mean younger. But unfortunately, no real relationship ever blossomed.  Mainly perhaps of the age difference-- we are looking at literally half her (our) age.  And Nannette may be somehow skeptical with the thought as well.  But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she has now decided to really go out again, this time with someone older.  Actually still younger, but definitely older that those early 20's boylet suitors she had. Count 7 years her junior.  Not bad huh?  &lt;em&gt;Kilig nga eh.  &lt;/em&gt;So there you go.  Beginnings for them.  As for me, I think I did na rin. Almost 3 years ago.  &lt;em&gt;Chika!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5551930409495155811?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5551930409495155811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5551930409495155811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5551930409495155811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5551930409495155811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SOeUhbQmBFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZV8XSN8TOP4/s72-c/IMG_2624%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6292114504218759023</id><published>2008-10-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:43:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect and not-so-perfect.</title><content type='html'>PERFECT. Received Diego's 1st trimestral exam results and it did me proud.  Gone were the days where I'd be so stressed to the bone, worrying whether or not he'd be doing well with his exams because he complains when we sit down to review or study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 subjects have 60 items, combined oral and written tests,  He got &lt;strong&gt;56/60&lt;/strong&gt; for Math and IQ, &lt;strong&gt;59/60&lt;/strong&gt; for both Reading, and Language; and a perfect &lt;strong&gt;60/60&lt;/strong&gt; for Science.  Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT-SO-PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt; (while eating merienda) "Si Fonzo (his classmate),&lt;em&gt; nagweewee sa&lt;/em&gt; mat &lt;em&gt;namin sa&lt;/em&gt; classroom!"&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt; "Wet &lt;em&gt;kasi yung mat namin eh&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh, bakit mo naman nasabi na weewee siya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Hinawakan ko kasi.  Eh mainit eh!  Di ba yung weewee mainit?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6292114504218759023?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6292114504218759023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6292114504218759023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6292114504218759023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6292114504218759023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-and-not-so-perfect.html' title='Perfect and not-so-perfect.'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-78816486446118315</id><published>2008-09-23T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:29:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Mike who?!?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked yaya when she told me I have a phonecall. The only Mike I know is my team mate, Daddy Mike, but then again he surely does not know what my landline number is. It might be from work so I decided to take the call.  It was an unfamiliar voice.  "Hi Reia". I asked who he is.  "It's Mike. &lt;em&gt;Kamusta ka na?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Mike who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's Mike. Dr.&lt;/em&gt; -- (says his last name)".  It was the endocrinologist who examined me at the hospital. He called to remind me of the blood tests he'd like me to go through again and to see him on a specific date.  Uhhh..ok.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Alright.  You take care,  bye&lt;/em&gt;".  Interesting call.  Normally they'd ask their secretaries to make the call, or, actually say that they are Dr. so and so.  Definitely not by their first or nickname.  &lt;em&gt;Sobrang&lt;/em&gt; friends &lt;em&gt;ba kami?&lt;/em&gt;  Anyway.. &lt;em&gt;niloloko tuloy ako ng nanay ko. Gwapo naman daw.&lt;/em&gt;  Sorry, --tall, mestizo and handsome&lt;em&gt; nga&lt;/em&gt; but not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened I think the other day, and mama broke the &lt;em&gt;tsismis&lt;/em&gt; to my cousin, Angge at breakfast &lt;em&gt;kanina. &lt;/em&gt;This started what I'd call a very rare opportunity at breakfast table... boy and relationship talk.  Fom the one/s we are dating and not dating anymore, to the types we prefer and not prefer, if it's commitment or companionship, &lt;em&gt;maginoo&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;konting bastos&lt;/em&gt;.. etc. etc.  Perhaps the most wild moment was when Angge asked what was the most memorable(kilig) thing that a guy has told us. The three of us shrieked.  &lt;em&gt;Parang mga&lt;/em&gt; school girls.  As if automatic, I answered the question immediately.  There was a pleasantly funny reaction from mama.  Hehe.  &lt;em&gt;Tawa kami ni&lt;/em&gt; Angge because of the look on her face.  It was Angge'sk turn to share.  &lt;em&gt;Kakatuwa.&lt;/em&gt;  Sometimes without them realizing it,&lt;em&gt; may nasasabi na sila na nakakataba ng puso.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Sa totoo lang&lt;/em&gt;, that time, the emotion was so intensed I was almost in tears. (next time na &lt;em&gt;lang kwento hehe&lt;/em&gt;).  When it was mama's turn, she started with a laugh and then... &lt;em&gt;"wala eh!".&lt;/em&gt; Nge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-78816486446118315?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/78816486446118315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=78816486446118315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/78816486446118315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/78816486446118315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/boy-talk.html' title='Boy talk'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-9028467229340564136</id><published>2008-09-20T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:12:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small needle and Diego</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mama took Diego back to the Medical City for the 1st among 4 succeeding vaccines/ injections after the dogbite incident last Tuesday, as I was in turn, at Makati Med with a scheduled doctor's follow-up consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt;  (while being braced for an injection and looking terrified at the syringe and needle the doctor is holding) &lt;em&gt; "AYAW KO YAN! MASAKIT! MASAKIIT!  AYAW KO NG INJECTION!! AYAW KOOOOO!......ay bakit ang liit ng&lt;/em&gt; needle&lt;em&gt;, lola?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy ka talaga, baby. After &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; injection, &lt;em&gt;nag&lt;/em&gt; hot fudge sundae &lt;em&gt;nanaman sila. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wonderful reason of maintaining a blog is recording funny moments like this with the kids, especially with 6 year old Diego.  Here are random quips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Diego!!!! Stop that! Where did you get that? &lt;em&gt;Akin na yan!&lt;/em&gt; Dirty!" (Scolding Diego for the nth time. He has this nasty habit of putting things (anything!!) in his mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt;  "&lt;em&gt;Si mama pumapangit pag nagagalit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego:&lt;/strong&gt; (Ran over to me, excited, without anything on, after taking a bath) "Mama! Mama! &lt;em&gt;Tignan mo abs ko!"&lt;/em&gt; (strikes a pose ala muscleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Baby,&lt;em&gt; di yan&lt;/em&gt; abs.  Ribs&lt;em&gt; yan!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... till next laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-9028467229340564136?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/9028467229340564136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=9028467229340564136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/9028467229340564136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/9028467229340564136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/small-needle-and-diego.html' title='Small needle and Diego'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6803515305548761122</id><published>2008-09-17T12:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:05:23.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 pesos vs. 20k</title><content type='html'>It would only take a McDonald's hot-fudge sundae to forget the pain of 5 injections for a dog bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I am just 'not yet' recovering from (very) frequent trips to doctors, physical therapy, and an overwhelming emotion of being an LWOP (leave without pay), helpless, sitting duck at home, it was another rush over to the emergency room at the Medical City yesterday. Diego was apparently bitten by a neighbor's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Diego was fetched from school at lunchtime yesterday, Yaya Wilma noticed traces of blood on Diego's school trousers. When asked, Diego said &lt;em&gt;'Natusok lang,lagyan ng band-aid', &lt;/em&gt;which his yaya did. However, the story changed when they reached home. Diego was saying that the neighbor's dog bit him while they were walking on their way to school that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Marikina, there are free cat and dog registration and anti-rabies vaccinations done yearly per barangay and the neighbor, when asked, did have his dogs vaccinated. The thing here is, the dogs were inside the house and unfortunately somehow the smaller dog was able to stick out its head from the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit whoozie from a never-ending headache, we rushed Diego over to the Medical City. The doctors pronounced the wound as a 'category 3 dog bite' (blood is present). Vaccines are VERY expensive and Diego's health card can only cover half of the initial amount needed, this is not even including the succeeding 4 other vaccinations. The initial shock of seeing a 7k per vial pricetag on a Human Rabies Immune Globulin-Berirab, among others, kinda took a back seat when Diego, after being quiet and probably trying to absorb what the doctors are about to do, said in a very calming innocent voice, "Mama, &lt;em&gt;di na masakit&lt;/em&gt;, Ok &lt;em&gt;na ako&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Tara na&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak&lt;/a&gt; arrived and I almost cried. Like I said, being home, out of work and recovering, can really pose a problem especially in cases like this. Good thing also there's &lt;a href="http://www.hmi.com.ph/"&gt;HMI&lt;/a&gt;. Diego endured the 1st 3 injections: 2 on the right arm and 1 on the left. The 4th one was directly on the wound, under the skin. This was when Diego started to 'howl' (pardon the word).. His cry was loud enough for the other people in the room to take a peek at our cubicle (I could imagine the pain as I went through skin tests when I was confine) The 5th and final injection was on his buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Diego rest awhile and then we went home. But not before a late lunch at McDonald's where Diego apparently forgot everything after a hot fudge sundae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6803515305548761122?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6803515305548761122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6803515305548761122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6803515305548761122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6803515305548761122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/40-pesos-vs-20k.html' title='40 pesos vs. 20k'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6698751834440001116</id><published>2008-09-12T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:04:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing work</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm saying this but I missed work. It has been almost 4 weeks.. hospitalized twice and now undergoing physical therapy to somehow ease the headaches or dizziness I am feeling. Can't go around much even when I wanted to. &lt;em&gt;Kelangan may kasama&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit afraid of going out by myself because of this head thing. I'd like to go around just to keep my mind off from getting into a self-pity mode. See a movie or cool off while malling. But I can't. &lt;em&gt;Kelangan may kasama..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could go ahead and update my blog and online store. Make the most out of google adsense and affiliate sites to earn extra. But I can't. &lt;em&gt;Sumasakit ulo ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could spend my time on my drawing board.. fiddling with oil pastels or whooping up another piece of botanical art.. but I can't. &lt;em&gt;Lumolobo ang ulo ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just rest. Sleep the whole day. Watch TV, cable or DVD's. But still I can't. &lt;em&gt;Nahihilo ako&lt;/em&gt; AND &lt;em&gt;lalaki lang ang bilbil sa kakaupo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline here is... yes I needed the rest and I miss work. I am caught between getting through and finishing therapy and completing medications first (one would last till Oct 4th) or run the risk of going to work hoping that I won't be rushed to the E.R. the 3rd time.  &lt;em&gt;Kainis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6698751834440001116?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6698751834440001116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6698751834440001116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6698751834440001116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6698751834440001116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-work.html' title='Missing work'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7779155702183767363</id><published>2008-09-11T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:05:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacify me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SMXpQUrpyfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aRbCRfBLwm0/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243853807781792242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SMXpQUrpyfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aRbCRfBLwm0/s400/tn.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243853071751608354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SMXolewYeCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lL3v7B1fkwo/s400/1.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;No, it's not that this baby has a complete set of teeth already. It's actually an innovative and cool design for a pacifier. Hehe. I'd imagine the shock and look of people's faces when they see your child with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually can't remember if I had Andee or Diego on a pacifier. Probably not that long--meaning only about a month or two. There had been heresays that pacifiers greatly contribute to a child's being buckteeth (or what we jokingly call 'bugs bunny').. much the same with thumbsucking. But then again putting that aside, these pacifiers really deserves a second look (of curiosity, that is!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7779155702183767363?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7779155702183767363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7779155702183767363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7779155702183767363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7779155702183767363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/pacify-me.html' title='Pacify me!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SMXpQUrpyfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aRbCRfBLwm0/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4502827694041167372</id><published>2008-09-10T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:05:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Swap</title><content type='html'>Part of Diego's lesson at school is the introduction of community helpers or personalities and what they do to help the community, like policemen, street sweepers, bakers, etc. They went on a mini-field trip at a nearby bakery wherein each student was requested to bring 30.00php. Diego had fun 'buying' bread and drinks of his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ws also a lesson on letter sending when they were introduced to the work of a mailman. We parents were asked to compose a short letter to our kids to give them an idea of how letter sending and recieving is done. When Diego got home that day, he was pretty much excited to say that he received a letter from 'mama'. Two days after the letter sending thingi, Diego surprised me with a handwritten letter as well. Unfortunately, I am unable to post a picture of the letter, but it read this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dearmommy,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyoufortakinggoodcareofmelove&lt;br /&gt;diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Wow, baby, &lt;em&gt;ikaw nag-isip nito&lt;/em&gt;? You wrote this?"&lt;br /&gt;Diego: "&lt;em&gt;Si&lt;/em&gt; teach.... &lt;em&gt;opo&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4502827694041167372?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4502827694041167372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4502827694041167372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4502827694041167372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4502827694041167372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-swap.html' title='Letter Swap'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4400878630431900484</id><published>2008-09-09T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:28:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>It has been a gruelling 3 weeks for me right now.  Spent 3 days confined at the Medical City in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ortigas&lt;/span&gt; and 5 days rest period at home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after which&lt;/span&gt; on the very 1st day back at work, I was rushed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Med's&lt;/span&gt; emergency room for dizziness and (again) very low blood pressure 80/50.  It was actually better than at the Medical City's emergency room where my blood pressure went down 80/40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems with attendance started in July where aside from fever, body pain and sore throat, I was constantly bothered by hot flushes.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; eh.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-menopausal&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I was given medicine for that by my OB which took care of those flushes and headaches, or so I think it did.  At Medical City, I was diagnosed to be very dehydrated and have 'community-acquired low risk pneumonia' (?!?!).  Lack of water intake has been a perennial problem for me as drinking a full glass of water leaves me very bloated and an uncomfortable feeling in the stomach.  I got accustomed to drinking mostly juice at work (I've slowed down with coffee &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; eh&lt;/em&gt;) so drinking 8-10 glasses a day is always mission impossible for me.  Anyway, was given antibiotics but still nothing about why I get these headaches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whoosie&lt;/span&gt; feeling, and shortness of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 1st day back to work, after placing my things in the locker, I needed to go to the clinic because headaches were starting again.  This time I almost fainted.  After the company nurse took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; which again was 80/50, my hands began to curl involuntarily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!!? There were tingling sensations and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nangangalay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hands and feet.  I was told it has something to do with the (excess of) oxygen I was taking in or something like that.  I was rushed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt; Med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dizzying chaos at the emergency room as blood tests were taken twice for whatever reason and my head was like throbbing as if a balloon was being inflated inside. Blood pressure was still low that time. I was given 2 very painful intravenous pain killers and then an IV.  I am very grateful and really appreciate our company nurse (thanks, Nurse Candy!) for staying on with me until my brother &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arrived.  It was very uncomfortable lying there without any support for my head and my feet elevated.  It was just around 8pm and no rooms were available until about 4pm the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 5 days confined at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt; Med where my arm has turned black and blue for a total of 6 blood tests.  Underwent 3 x-ray procedures, urine exams, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ECGs&lt;/span&gt; and almost an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;electroneuro&lt;/span&gt; something.  Reason for headaches turned out to be muscle spasms/tensions and &lt;a href="http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/23068700/"&gt;Cervical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Spondylosis&lt;/span&gt; Disc Disease&lt;/a&gt;, the wear and tear of the vertebrae and discs in the neck region which in turn 'traps' the nerves and causes numbness and headaches. &lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Naiipit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; nerves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nagkaka&lt;/span&gt;-headaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Not only that, but because of the numerous tests made, it was also found out that I have urinary track infection (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;naramdaman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) , &lt;a href="http://www.endocrineweb.com/hypo1.html"&gt;hypothyroidism&lt;/a&gt; , and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperventilation_syndrome"&gt;hyperventilation syndrome&lt;/a&gt; (panic/ anxiety attacks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking tons of medicines under a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;strick&lt;/span&gt; time schedule specially the one for the nerves.  It has to be taken before bedtime because it induces sleep and dizziness, and would need at least 8 hours or sleep (something I never had the luxury of since I work graveyard).  I will be starting with physical therapy today in order to ease the rubbing together of the discs.  I am still getting those headaches, and numbness which make me time out to relax, stay put, breathe until the discomfort fades away...only to come back shortly, and the whole cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life begins at 40 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt; o.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4400878630431900484?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4400878630431900484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4400878630431900484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4400878630431900484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4400878630431900484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3847104480719152229</id><published>2008-08-31T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:44:48.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covers Project: Art In Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SLn_y9AATtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8B1R9TBLjB0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240500892255407826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="303" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SLn_y9AATtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8B1R9TBLjB0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calling all artists!&lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/countdown.php"&gt; Submit &lt;/a&gt;a cover design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their goal is to give their readers &lt;em&gt;"a snapshot of the contemporary Filipino art movement".&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/"&gt;ART IN SITE &lt;/a&gt;magazine is the Filipino magazine for artist, by artist about artists. Their magazine and official website will be launched January of 2009 and they are inviting all Filipino artists to be part of this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of their magazines will have a unique cover created by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Filipino artist: writers, filmmakers, painters, poets, dancers, photographers, jeepney painters, graffiti artists, etc.,etc., and everyone with a Filipino artistic soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine aims to feature as many Filipino artists as possible-- to write, draw, smear, tear, paint, etc.-- so, join the bandwagon, and let's show the world what we Pinoy artists are made of!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/countdown.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/countdown.php"&gt;design and submit a cover&lt;/a&gt; or view the &lt;a href="http://artinsitemagazine.com/guidelines.htm"&gt;guidelines.&lt;/a&gt; Submission deadline is on September 15, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3847104480719152229?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3847104480719152229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3847104480719152229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3847104480719152229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3847104480719152229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/covers-project-art-in-site.html' title='The Covers Project: Art In Site'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SLn_y9AATtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8B1R9TBLjB0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8391238531016597264</id><published>2008-08-26T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:16:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Sister 2008</title><content type='html'>This one caught my eye awhile ago. It's not a sister-sibling kind of thing, but read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROME - An Italian priest and theologian said Sunday he is organizing an online beauty pageant for nuns to give them more visibility within the Catholic Church and to fight the stereotype that they are all old and dour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Miss Sister 2008" contest will start in September on a blog run by the Rev. Antonio Rungi and will give nuns from around the world a chance to showcase their work and their image. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080824/ap_on_fe_st/odd_nuns__beauty_contest"&gt;(more..)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are already tons of reactions and criticisms. I actually don't know how to react. It would probably be a different story if it was re-worded into something not so pageant-like, since connotations of a beauty pageant is synonymous to what most would think of as fully-made-up-gown-and-swimsuit kinda thingi. Don't get me wrong as I have nothing against beauty contests or titlists (lest I'd be biting my own tongue) &lt;em&gt;Iba kasi ang dating pag mga madre na ang pinag-uusapan.&lt;/em&gt; Probably a title that's a bit more subtle, like a nun-wide search for a Mother Theresa Recipient Award, or a Nun of the Year Award, or something. Oh yeah, and definitely no swimsuit competitions here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8391238531016597264?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8391238531016597264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8391238531016597264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8391238531016597264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8391238531016597264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-sister-2008.html' title='Miss Sister 2008'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1884271969459636058</id><published>2008-08-14T08:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:52:59.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Set</title><content type='html'>We've been living in Marikina for 38 years already, the time when our house was just the 3rd house in this street inside the subdivision, surrounded by rice fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Read: as in 'rice fields' with the pilapil, scarecrow, kalabaw, tutubing karayom and kuhol.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oldest things in the house is our steel garden set my dad bought in 1970. It has withstood all atmospheric conditions, from extreme heat to hard rain, and had numerous paint jobs already. In short: tried and tested through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while having breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yang, pinalipat ko ang&lt;/em&gt; garden set &lt;em&gt;natin sa garahe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nababasa kasi eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nge..kaya nga garden set eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh pano mga bata, sa garahe sila naglalaro? pano yung sasakyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Basta pinalipat ko sa garahe para pwedeng umupo-upo, kape-kape...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay, sino pa ang uupo don? Sayang lang pwesto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Aba!&lt;/em&gt; P130.00 &lt;em&gt;din yan ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;At&lt;/em&gt; 6 gives &lt;em&gt;pa!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig. Kailangan talagang sabihin yun! hehehe. Bombay &lt;em&gt;pa daw ang pumupunta sa&lt;/em&gt; house (&lt;em&gt;uso na rin pala nun&lt;/em&gt;), at 25.00 pesos a month!!!! Gaaassstosss paaareh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1884271969459636058?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1884271969459636058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1884271969459636058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1884271969459636058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1884271969459636058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/garden-set.html' title='Garden Set'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2814036544328901001</id><published>2008-08-10T11:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:50:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Corel Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SJ6bUhwGs2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0eRTik1gwqg/s1600-h/Graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232790594010919778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SJ6bUhwGs2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0eRTik1gwqg/s320/Graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started my Sunday morning at 7am by having an oatmeal and egg breakfast with mama, Andee and Diego. This is one of the very rare moments that we'd sit down together during mealtime.  After breakfast, I had to get started with good 'ol Corel for teasers and certificates for an office project again. This is a repeat or a continuing project that started late 2007 to give recognition to outstanding agents who meet their stats and KPI's.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SJ6QiZ0kfzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pQcvssBeOlo/s1600-h/cycle5_1teasergrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patterned after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/americas-next-top-model"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was included into a team of apprentices and senior agents, headed by one of our Coaches, to start off the project. The first four months ran cycles 1 through 4, of course, changing the word &lt;em&gt;'America's'&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; to the account's name. It was also the first time in years (after designs for my JustCats store, and lay-outs for a coffee-table book) that I again got face-to-face with Corel. After four Top Model cycles, it was followed by our version of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bb2.pinoybigbrother.com/"&gt; Pinoy Big Brother- Celebrity Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; which unfortunately, didn't quite had the impact we were hoping. It only lasted 'Season 1'. Those times were great because I get to spill out all my frustrations (!!), depressions (?!!?), and creative juices with Corel. It was again a getting-to-know-you stage. Insecurities started to settle in mainly because, well.. old school syndrome. Feeling &lt;em&gt;ko lalabas na masyadong&lt;/em&gt; outdated&lt;em&gt; ang&lt;/em&gt; layout or design..&lt;em&gt;pang 80's ba&lt;/em&gt;. Had to spend more time online and check out subjects on graphic designs, consulting with &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak&lt;/a&gt;, and try to reinvent myself..etc. , etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are again back with the Top Model Cycle 5 project and I'd say, this time.. or, this morning rather it seemed that it didn't take me forever to think of what to put in or do. It was the usual surfing for new America's Top Model pics (Cycle 10&lt;em&gt; pala na sila!)&lt;/em&gt; and embelishing again. Aside from blogging and dating (hehe)... good thing there's this therapeutic 'work'. Never been better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2814036544328901001?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2814036544328901001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2814036544328901001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2814036544328901001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2814036544328901001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-corel-morning.html' title='One Corel Morning'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SJ6bUhwGs2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0eRTik1gwqg/s72-c/Graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7971433012468250170</id><published>2008-07-24T06:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIe0BiU02JI/AAAAAAAAAX4/w4gguhMRWU0/s1600-h/1sht_mammamia_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226343831073773714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIe0BiU02JI/AAAAAAAAAX4/w4gguhMRWU0/s320/1sht_mammamia_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a girlie flick. Pang barkada, mother-daughter bonding! Guys 'would' enjoy it too-- granting if they're Musical fans or aged 50 up (hehe); or were dragged along by their girfriends or wives-- at least show that you enjoyed it, man!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierce Brosman was a surprise. Never thought I'd see the former James Bond belting out tunes. Meryl Streep and Amanda Seyfried had voices very much Abba. Bagay na bagay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIvnQdRnDnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3Ju7i1XqVno/s1600-h/The%20Best%20Of%20ABBA%20(1976).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIvofC5sPsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/303UJowwTpc/s1600-h/abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227527412546027202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIvofC5sPsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/303UJowwTpc/s200/abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having last song syndromes with this movie. &lt;a href="http://www.hamptons.com/detail.ihtml?id=4290&amp;amp;apid=8701&amp;amp;sid=3&amp;amp;cid=38&amp;amp;hm=1&amp;amp;iv=0&amp;amp;townflag="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama Mia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;will work for you if you are a huge ABBA fan (like me!). I think I still have Abba's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gramophone_record"&gt;33RPM&lt;/a&gt;-long playing record hehe... it was a christmas gift (&lt;em&gt;naku&lt;/em&gt;, grade school &lt;em&gt;pa ata ako non&lt;/em&gt;) and I was gaga over &lt;em&gt;'Nina Pretty Ballerina'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'Mama Mia'&lt;/em&gt; that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7971433012468250170?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7971433012468250170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7971433012468250170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7971433012468250170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7971433012468250170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIe0BiU02JI/AAAAAAAAAX4/w4gguhMRWU0/s72-c/1sht_mammamia_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7609373724820051094</id><published>2008-07-20T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:43.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM Ice Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIPQvhibIPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RuTdKHN-kVo/s1600-h/High_School_Musical_Ice_Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225249507555090674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIPQvhibIPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RuTdKHN-kVo/s320/High_School_Musical_Ice_Tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched&lt;strong&gt; Disney's&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneylive/highschoolmusical/"&gt;High School Musical The Ice Tour &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with Andee as a sort of mother-daughter bonding thingi. I was not able to get tickets beforehand so we LRT'd over to Cubao Gateway and got our tickets an hour and a half before the start of the second show at 1pm. Good thing we did, and went in, as the tickets we got were 'free seating' tickets-- coz the moment we got past the ticket turnstile, 2 or more buses arrived at the Coliseum's driveway. &lt;em&gt;Astig nga eh. &lt;/em&gt;Field trip &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; St. Mary's Academy (of Guagua, Pampanga -- if I read it right). &lt;em&gt;Kakatuwa. &lt;/em&gt;They all (teachers, students, parents and chaperones alike) sat at the same section we were. &lt;em&gt;Ang dami kaya nila! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun, mainly because literally everybody (including parents!) knew the songs. And why not if Disney Channel has reruns of High School Musical 1 &amp;amp; 2 almost every now and then! The cast are near look alikes of the original shows' main characters, like Troy, Chad, Miss Darbus, Sharpei, etc. The only thing is, Gabriella's character doesn't seem to come off as well as the others. Very poor characterization. Actually, it was rather boring, her character.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, everybody had fun. Andee had fun. And as if we didn't get enough... we followed it up with &lt;em&gt;Brendan Fraser's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth &lt;/strong&gt;at Robinson's Metro East :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7609373724820051094?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7609373724820051094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7609373724820051094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7609373724820051094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7609373724820051094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/hsm-ice-tour.html' title='HSM Ice Tour'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SIPQvhibIPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RuTdKHN-kVo/s72-c/High_School_Musical_Ice_Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5396445018695097224</id><published>2008-07-16T08:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:43:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Remifemin time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.remifemin.com/go/remifemin/productDetail.aspx?alias=remifemin&amp;amp;tabalias=productDetail&amp;amp;partcode=07480&amp;amp;sc=True"&gt;Remifemin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;A reliable, clinically-studied black cohosh extract can provide natural relief from hot flashes, night sweats, mood swings.† It allows you to have a strong alternative to Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) for the treatment of menopausal symptoms.†&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I am taking it. Had another fit of discomfort at the office, was sent home (again..) For almost three years that I've been trying to find relief and been gone through all possible tests.. potassium levels, thyroid tests, ct scans, etc., etc., etc. Finally went directly to my personal OBGyne. Well, lo and behold! (Probably) got the answer I needed. Not surprisingly though, as mama also mentioned that she had a first cousin who 'stopped' at age 38. Symptoms I've got --hot flushes, headaches, restlessness, depression (?!?!) etc.,-- but my doctor says it really isn't official yet because of the fact that I am still menstruating (occassionally missing a month or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... *sigh* &lt;em&gt;lalo ata ako&lt;/em&gt; nadepress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5396445018695097224?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5396445018695097224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5396445018695097224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5396445018695097224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5396445018695097224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-age-remifemin.html' title='It&apos;s Remifemin time?'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3566856402736597302</id><published>2008-07-10T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:07:36.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barkada?!?!</title><content type='html'>When mama woke up this morning and looked out of her window, she saw what she thought were 3 cats sitting under our star apple tree, side by side --- one white one (Shiela), another white one with black spots, and a brown one.  Afraid that it might be a noisy morning (Shiela was menstruating and it has been an interesting few days when a lot of tom cats would visit and fight over her), Mama tried to shoo away the two suitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiela and the white with black spots scampered away, while the brown one went up the star apple tree... and went swinging from one branch to another.  Swinging?!?  The brown one happened to be &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkey-doo.html"&gt;Muy-Muy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &lt;em&gt;sila&lt;/em&gt;?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3566856402736597302?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3566856402736597302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3566856402736597302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3566856402736597302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3566856402736597302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/barkada.html' title='Barkada?!?!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4716148267800502242</id><published>2008-07-06T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiela Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SHjPaPtfk2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/_Q-0db5M0io/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151817736983394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SHjPaPtfk2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/_Q-0db5M0io/s320/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiela Marie.&lt;/strong&gt;  A stray.  This is the name Andee gave her afer she asked permission if she can keep it and give a name.   What's particularly odd here is,  she is pretty tamed and it's as if she has been part of the household for the longest time.  She reminds me of my other cat, Sergio... half persian, half asian short. The only difference is, Sergio had green eyes, while Shiela has blue.  &lt;em&gt;Di mapakali si &lt;/em&gt;Andee.  Every now and then, every second, she would take a peek at Shiela, leaving her homework aside.  She would sit at the gallenera in the terrace and Shiela would lay on her lap, and boy, does she PURR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SHjPaPtfk2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/_Q-0db5M0io/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Andee went out with Tiannge to buy at the corner store,  Shiela followed them, till they reach the first corner, and wait for them to return and escort them back home.  &lt;em&gt;Parang may isip.  Parang tao.   &lt;/em&gt;Never really experienced a cat like this after 2 dozen other ones before.  She is just too tamed.  Too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4716148267800502242?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4716148267800502242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4716148267800502242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4716148267800502242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4716148267800502242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/shiela-marie.html' title='Shiela Marie'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SHjPaPtfk2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/_Q-0db5M0io/s72-c/DSC02780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8099973199023084734</id><published>2008-07-04T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:44.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine a world without Filipinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SG3aeGDQ20I/AAAAAAAAAWo/M_ZwYFnoiik/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219067753747503938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SG3aeGDQ20I/AAAAAAAAAWo/M_ZwYFnoiik/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Tita Bing forwarded an email. It's not just everyday when you chance upon an article like this! This is written by &lt;strong&gt;Abdullah Al-Maghlooth&lt;/strong&gt; (almaghlooth@alwatan.com.sa ) on &lt;a href="http://www.arabnews.com/?page=13&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;article=110923&amp;amp;d=27&amp;amp;m=6&amp;amp;y=2008"&gt;Arab News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article starts off with &lt;em&gt;"Muhammad Al-Maghrabi became handicapped and shut down his flower and gifts shop business in Jeddah after his Filipino workers insisted on leaving and returning home. He says: “When they left, I felt as if I had lost my arms. I was so sad that I lost my appetite.” "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like, you'll never know how important a person is to you until they're gone.  Well, that just goes on without saying.. &lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt; love &lt;em&gt;ano&lt;/em&gt;?  hehe.. There is a unique trait that Filipinos have that other nationalities don't, or have the lack of.  And sometimes, we Filipinos don't really see it until someone else pats our back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8099973199023084734?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8099973199023084734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8099973199023084734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8099973199023084734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8099973199023084734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/imagine-world-without-filipinos.html' title='Imagine a world without Filipinos'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SG3aeGDQ20I/AAAAAAAAAWo/M_ZwYFnoiik/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8183903435544498903</id><published>2008-07-03T09:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:14:16.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Super-Awesome-Uber-Whack-Ek-Ek!</title><content type='html'>On the way home on the LRT from work, I was reading over the shoulder of a fellow passenger a copy of the LIBRE tabloid. The word 'ZsaZsa' caught my eye but I really didn't think there'll be any news about Zaturnnah (st this time) since most newspapers don't use 'ZsaZsa' anyway. Just thought it was some news about the Padilla actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got an update from&lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/award.html"&gt; Carver&lt;/a&gt; about the Zaturnnah moveeh as being one of the RILEY-METZGER HONOURABLE MENTIONS  of the recently concluded &lt;a href="http://fairytalesfilmfest.com/2008/index.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;10th Calgary Gay and Lesbian International Film Festival&lt;/a&gt; specifically the distinction of being the &lt;strong&gt;"BEST SUPER-AWESOME-UBER-WHACK-MEGA-GAYLORD-MAGIC-SURPRISE FILM"  &lt;/strong&gt;I swear! &lt;em&gt;tumbling kami ni&lt;/em&gt; mama when we saw this. Hahahaha! &lt;em&gt;Galing,&lt;/em&gt; bro! &lt;em&gt;Yun pala yon!  Sa sobrang tuwa nga ciguro nila&lt;/em&gt;, they had to come up with a special title!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8183903435544498903?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8183903435544498903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8183903435544498903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8183903435544498903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8183903435544498903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-super-awesome-uber-whack-ek-ek.html' title='Best Super-Awesome-Uber-Whack-Ek-Ek!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8212329100203599109</id><published>2008-06-28T10:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego at 6</title><content type='html'>Diego turned 6 today. Called him last night from work, before 7am. He seemed more like a nine year old than Andee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SGb5PcDqFWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EZehm2noCBA/s1600-h/diegoandee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217131261980185954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SGb5PcDqFWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EZehm2noCBA/s320/diegoandee.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi baby! How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIEGO: Ok lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;Nood kami&lt;/em&gt; TV &lt;em&gt;ni Ate&lt;/em&gt; Andee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep early ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;Bakit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late&lt;em&gt; na eh.. para rest ka na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;Bakit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday &lt;em&gt;mo bukas di ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;Oo nga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Bye &lt;em&gt;na.&lt;/em&gt; Work &lt;em&gt;na ko&lt;/em&gt;. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*blag*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngek&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Binabaan ako ng&lt;/em&gt; phone!?! &lt;em&gt;Inistorbo ko ba?&lt;/em&gt; Anyway. Got home, took a quick nap. Cousin Angge arrived before lunch with Diego's cake. &lt;em&gt;Kami-kami&lt;/em&gt; lang. Sang Happy Birthday and Diego exhausted himself trying to blow up 6 re-light candles-- and enjoyed it! Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8212329100203599109?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8212329100203599109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8212329100203599109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8212329100203599109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8212329100203599109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/06/diego-at-6.html' title='Diego at 6'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SGb5PcDqFWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EZehm2noCBA/s72-c/diegoandee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4038103401551945150</id><published>2008-06-08T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:28:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-GMA, Pro-BF</title><content type='html'>Today is the last weekend before school officially opens on Tuesday, June 10th, as GMA again moved Independence Day, June 12th, to tomorrow, June 9th.  A lot of people disagree claiming that national holidays should be left alone-- rooted to the exact day it would fall under.  But no, GMA would move it next to a weekend.  For me it doesn't matter. To each his own rule.  New managers, or CEO's would try their own thing also for the company they handle to see if it will work. Si GMA.  &lt;em&gt;Presidente siya&lt;/em&gt;, why not?!?  Ok &lt;em&gt;nga yun eh. &lt;/em&gt;For the normal working class, 3rd day weekend &lt;em&gt;ito.  &lt;/em&gt;Sa retailing and other leisure businesses, &lt;em&gt;mas ok.  &lt;/em&gt;Those who complain as I see it, complain because of personal frustration, or because of own inconvenience.  I get p**sed off when everything is being blamed on the present administration.  Especially the part when they say, &lt;em&gt;naghihirap ang Pilipino.&lt;/em&gt;  There is this commercial that I saw that has a tagline, &lt;em&gt;'Umaasenso na ako'.&lt;/em&gt;  Like me, &lt;em&gt;nakaka-bili na ako ng&lt;/em&gt; bacon, or  I can sometimes hail a cab to work.  The 500 pesos a week we spend for buying vegetables and meat is enough to feed a household of 5.  Others who 'feel' that their monies earned is not worth it should rethink and revamp  their lifestyle.  800-1,200 pesos for flip flops? night out with friends? new cellphone every 3 months?  O come on...?!? &lt;em&gt;Maghihirap ka nga.  &lt;/em&gt;Again, most people complain because they are inconvenienced.. if that is the right word to say.  When peso when up 39 php versus $1.00, we rejoiced!  Others complain.  See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrice on a ride on the way to work, I would overhear--or evesdrop-- at drivers exchanging rants with another passenger (usually with the one seated beside him).  MMDA woes, traffic here and there, Bayani Fernando (BF) is no good, etc. etc.  As a resident of Marikina and had personally witnessed the city grow to what it is right now,  I almost had the tendency to answer back in defense.  What is actually weird here is, for those 3 times last week, these drivers are saying something like.. BF plans to run for President, but, &lt;em&gt;"walang boboto sa kanya"&lt;/em&gt; cause pro-GMA &lt;em&gt;siya.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt; Mas magaling pa rin si Erap. Nge?!?!?  &lt;/em&gt;Who feeds this ideas to them?  I am sure this is not personal opinion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic they say is not getting any better.  &lt;em&gt;Hayy naku.. &lt;/em&gt;if only they knew how it was when there were gazillions of stop light intersections at EDSA, or at Marcos Highway. The u-turn thingis,  in my opinion is THE best solution done by BF as compared to all his predecesors in regards to controlling traffic.  &lt;em&gt;Pasaway lang kasi ang mga&lt;/em&gt; jeepney and bus drivers, and sometimes also, &lt;em&gt;yung mga pasahero. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other leader can top BF for solving traffic. &lt;em&gt; E wala naman daw nangyayari.. traffic pa rin&lt;/em&gt;.  Fine!  How many&lt;strong&gt; brand new&lt;/strong&gt; cars, vans, and SUV's roll out the streets everyday?  Traffic has improved.  A lot.  Our lives has improved a lot too. People just need to know what they should do to help out, and need to double think of what their place in society is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isa pa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that hulaballoo protest about that animal rights ek-ek with the opening of the &lt;a href="http://www.manilaoceanpark.com/"&gt;Manila Ocean Park&lt;/a&gt;.  Taking animals out of their natural habitat is indeed very cruel, that is, if you don't replicate their environment when you decide to keep them!  Better close down all the country's zoo's if that is the case.  Of course you'd need to pay a price to see them.  Ergo. When I first heard about the park's opening, I see it as a great opportunity to bond with my kids.  They don't get to see this kind of thing everyday you know.  &lt;em&gt;Minsan, iisipin mo pa&lt;/em&gt;... better than seeing them die because of pollution or illegal fishing or what not, take them in and care for them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are complaining about an extra day off because a national holiday was moved, &lt;em&gt;pumasok ka!  Kami ngang nasa&lt;/em&gt; retail, entertainment, leisure, and call center industry &lt;em&gt;hindi nagrereklamo eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are complaining&lt;em&gt; na wala nang mabili sa pera mo&lt;/em&gt;, start eating healthy and make baon to work &lt;em&gt;nalang, &lt;/em&gt;stop buying signature things &lt;em&gt;dahil uso,&lt;/em&gt; minimize or limit your vices and lastly, be thankful for little things and slight improvements in life!  &lt;em&gt;Ang bigas&lt;/em&gt;, worldwide &lt;em&gt;nararamdaman ang &lt;/em&gt;shortage! Don't know about them.. dito sa Marikina &lt;em&gt;walang problema.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are complaining about traffic,  take the bus or MRT rather than saying &lt;em&gt;mahal na ang&lt;/em&gt; gas, follow road rules, &lt;em&gt;at wag nang bibili ng extra sasakyan na wala rin namang paradahan sa&lt;/em&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are complaining about GMA, BF, etc. etc. etc.,  &lt;strong&gt;Leave the country.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;...and you will have peace of mind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4038103401551945150?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4038103401551945150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4038103401551945150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4038103401551945150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4038103401551945150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/06/pro-gma-pro-bf.html' title='Pro-GMA, Pro-BF'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6458922393686077103</id><published>2008-05-18T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:41:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaturnnah Book2: Sneak Preview</title><content type='html'>An update from &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-week-to-go.html"&gt;Carverhouse.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EVENT: &lt;strong&gt; "9 in 1 Kolektib Intelidyens".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE and WHEN:  Shop 33 of the Cubao Expo, starting at three in the afternoon, May 24, 2008, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT to EXPECT:  First six pages of the Zaturnnah sequel, exhibited gallery style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cak's publisher, &lt;a href="http://visprintpub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Visual Print Enterprises&lt;/a&gt;, will be having a little "conference" and all of Visprint's published authors will be there, including &lt;a href="http://babblingpoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;Budjette Tan&lt;/a&gt;, Manix Abrera, and &lt;a href="http://fiveleggediguana.blogspot.com/"&gt;David Hontiveros&lt;/a&gt;. See you there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-week-to-go.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6458922393686077103?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6458922393686077103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6458922393686077103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6458922393686077103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6458922393686077103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/zaturnnah-book2-sneak-preview.html' title='Zaturnnah Book2: Sneak Preview'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8184595311984716846</id><published>2008-05-17T14:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:45.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Speed Racer, Go!</title><content type='html'>What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201245069466788674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SC6I1VNR40I/AAAAAAAAAVw/C2eSUSlLAIY/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors. Fast action, and a touch of humour!!!&lt;em&gt;Makulay ang buhay ika nga. &lt;/em&gt;Watched the movie with Diego as my date after our dentist appointment the other day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This live action &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedracerthemovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;"Speed Racer"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an English adaptation of the Japanese anime &lt;em&gt;Mach GoGoGo&lt;/em&gt; (マッハGoGoGo, Mahha GōGōGō) which centered in automobile racing (more on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speed_Racer"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;) . &lt;em&gt;Mach GoGoGo&lt;/em&gt; was first created and designed by anime pioneer &lt;a title="Tatsuo Yoshida" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tatsuo_Yoshida"&gt;Tatsuo Yoshida&lt;/a&gt; as a manga series in the 1960s and made the jump to TV as an anime series in 1967. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2008 movie adaptation showcased the kind of revolutionary visual effects and cutting-edge story-telling of the Wachowski Brothers (creators of the Matrix trilogy). I swear, the scenes would literally take you breath away (well, my breath, that is..). One just had to be keen in understanding the storyline because there are a lot of storytelling in between as well as flashbacks. Diego sat through the movie with eyes glued to the screen! We would laugh at certain scenes as well. Too bad we were not ale to watch it at IMAX. Wow, siguro duling-duling na kami nun! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8184595311984716846?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8184595311984716846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8184595311984716846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8184595311984716846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8184595311984716846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-speed-racer-go.html' title='Go, Speed Racer, Go!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SC6I1VNR40I/AAAAAAAAAVw/C2eSUSlLAIY/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2182220729430178198</id><published>2008-05-11T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:06:07.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanay's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Nanay's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was spent at home with Mama, Andee, Cak, sis-in-law Carol, and nephew Hugo. Diego spent the weekend over at Yaya Wilma's as he is set to be a 'konsorte' at their Santacruzan. The afternoon was spent sharing stories and bonding as usual; and doing duck calls! hehehe! &lt;em&gt;Ang hirap pala non!&lt;/em&gt; Andee showed us how to do it and we were so entertained (by ourselves!) that we laughed the afternoon away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andee sent me an email attachment with a Mother's Day greeting. Hahaha! It rocked!!! Just double click on the box!  Thank you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mushygushy.com/GushyGram.swf?gid=" autoplay="true" width="300" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="gid=C4825788F8ED41E2ACA5596AB07B300C&amp;amp;autoplay=true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mushygushy.com/flash.aspx?page=library" target="_blank" align="left"&gt;Create Your Own GushyGram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mushygushy.com/" target="_blank" align="left"&gt;Visit MushyGushy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2182220729430178198?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2182220729430178198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2182220729430178198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2182220729430178198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2182220729430178198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/nanays-day.html' title='Nanay&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8857132759702657026</id><published>2008-05-10T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:45.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser3</title><content type='html'>V is for AHAS!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSa1T6BDjI/AAAAAAAAATU/pq8gF1G8xas/s1600-h/zaturnnah_preview3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198450110559751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSa1T6BDjI/AAAAAAAAATU/pq8gF1G8xas/s400/zaturnnah_preview3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pwedeng gawing logo for bag at leather accessories! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8857132759702657026?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8857132759702657026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8857132759702657026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8857132759702657026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8857132759702657026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzz-bk2-teaser3.html' title='ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser3'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSa1T6BDjI/AAAAAAAAATU/pq8gF1G8xas/s72-c/zaturnnah_preview3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6641785611933052907</id><published>2008-05-07T23:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:45.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manaoag trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1HFBvjH9bPw/s1600-h/manaoag_altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198723687091605154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1HFBvjH9bPw/s320/manaoag_altar.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a special birthday wish of a friend, we went on a trip (my first!) to &lt;a href="http://ourladyofmanaoag.org/"&gt;The Shrine of Our Lady of Manaoag&lt;/a&gt; in Pangasinan. The trip was a bit tiring, clocked it at 5 hours-- went to the Dagupan Bus Station straight from my shift at around 6am. The day before was Andee's enrollment and I got home with a burning fever. Thanks to good 'ol paracetamol, I was able to go to work last night and of course, make it to the bus station this morning---probably also because of the mere thought of going on this trip is enough to get me so enthusiastic and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally reached our destination, I was pleasantly surprised that it isn't as crowded as I imagined it to be.. well, Wednesday &lt;em&gt;naman kasi eh.&lt;/em&gt; It was around 11am&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I was expecting pilgrims and devotees spilling out of the church into the courtyards, but the church was just half full. Towards the entrance to the courtyards, were the usual vendors with images of&lt;em&gt; santos&lt;/em&gt;, religious artifacts, rosaries of various colors, sizes and materials, and of course, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinoyfood.nimrodel.net/2006/11/04/tupig-suman-from-pangasinan/"&gt;tupig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, puto, and what was that you &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWksT6BDwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KnWLyVVj9Lw/s1600-h/manaoag_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198742426033917698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="311" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWksT6BDwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KnWLyVVj9Lw/s320/manaoag_tree.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;call?-- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alaminoscity.gov.ph/thecity/prod.aspx?id=3"&gt;patupat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?!  We first visited the shrine's store where similar items were being sold, as well as prayer books, pamphlets, medallions, etc., bought a few &lt;em&gt;pasalubongs &lt;/em&gt;and had them blessed after the last morning mass. After this, we lighted candles for our petitions at the Candle Gallery and stayed a while, observing visitors from all walks of life.. yes, even tourists! It has been quite a long time since I had a 'good talk' or even reflected on what my goals or wishes are in life for my family, kids, friends, special people, or myself.. &lt;em&gt;kakaiba.&lt;/em&gt; (I should be doing this more often.) Had lunch in one of those &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWjWj6BDuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xBiTAol4_eM/s1600-h/manaoag_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roadside eateries.. and &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pinakamasarap&lt;/em&gt; was an ice-cold glass of coke!!!! &lt;em&gt;GRABE! &lt;/em&gt;with the heat and all!--heaven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWksD6BDvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nwYaPM04atI/s1600-h/manaoag_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198742421738950386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="283" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWksD6BDvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nwYaPM04atI/s320/manaoag_candles.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/l1upSEjva3A/s1600-h/manaoag_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/l1upSEjva3A/s1600-h/manaoag_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/l1upSEjva3A/s1600-h/manaoag_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6641785611933052907?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6641785611933052907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6641785611933052907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6641785611933052907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6641785611933052907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/manaoag.html' title='Manaoag trip'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCWTpj6BDqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1HFBvjH9bPw/s72-c/manaoag_altar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8862136149395732127</id><published>2008-05-04T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:46.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser2</title><content type='html'>.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198443809842728482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSVGj6BDiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mpk6D9dZxdY/s400/zaturnnah_preview2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cak has finally finished his American Classics project and (at last!) is now on the drawing stages for &lt;strong&gt;'ZsaZsa Zaturnnah Sa Kalakhang Maynila'.&lt;/strong&gt; Online preview URL is TBA (to be announced). This was a long-time project that we weren't able to finish (or get started even!) after Earl left for Dubai. This is definitely something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown is the second teaser for Book2. The character with the yellow funky hairdo is Gwynneth-- remember the original owner of the Ms. Gay-Aruba 2000 ensemble-turned-Zaturnnah costume? &lt;em&gt;Mismo!&lt;/em&gt; And as was quoted on &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/kaba-2.html"&gt;Carverhouse&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"No, the woman isn't Didi, and the man isn't Mr. Clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8862136149395732127?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8862136149395732127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8862136149395732127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8862136149395732127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8862136149395732127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzz-bk2-teaser2.html' title='ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser2'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSVGj6BDiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mpk6D9dZxdY/s72-c/zaturnnah_preview2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7676650427817231276</id><published>2008-05-03T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dadating ulit Zsa!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198441305876794898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSS0z6BDhI/AAAAAAAAATE/cB16Xr7wYuw/s400/zaturnnah_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;Almost 2-3 weeks ago, there was again a surge of ZsaZsa Zaturnnah fever! Office acquaintances would, after finding out my about my affiliation with Zaturnnah creator, Carlo Vergara, hound me with questions about when Book2 will be published, when the muzical will again be shown, why they can't find copies of the muzical soundtrack or Ze Moveeh DVDs, etc. etc. etc! HAYY, CAK!!! &lt;em&gt;Naloloka nga naman ang ate mo!&lt;/em&gt; (in a good way) hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7676650427817231276?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7676650427817231276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7676650427817231276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7676650427817231276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7676650427817231276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzz-bk2-teaser.html' title='ZZZ-Bk2 Teaser!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SCSS0z6BDhI/AAAAAAAAATE/cB16Xr7wYuw/s72-c/zaturnnah_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7299929162700525131</id><published>2008-04-26T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:46.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey-Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SBynHlyx58I/AAAAAAAAAS0/oACjW7UuXSA/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196211818924730306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SBynHlyx58I/AAAAAAAAAS0/oACjW7UuXSA/s320/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little primate has adopted our home.. star apple tree, narra, euka and all.. as its very own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home the other morning, the other neighbor yayas were sort of trying to 'trim' a tree at our corner street.  Or so I thought.  Only to find out that they were trying to catch this run-away monkey.  &lt;em&gt;Pano ko nalaman?  &lt;/em&gt;When I woke up in the afternoon and about to get ready for work, Diego came in and is bragging about &lt;em&gt;'Muy-Muy'.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muy-Muy is the name given to this monkey who is now taken refuge of our star apple tree.  He is still wearing a 'belt', probably or apparently where a chain used to be, and may had 'escaped' from his former owners.  He now transfers from the star apple tree in our backyard, to the narra tree or euka tree at the front yard.  Cousin Angge swears of an ebola epidemic.. while I rant about Muy-Muy's slowly eating away the tiboli lights on the euka tree!  He is sometimes seen across the street on the neighbor's mango tree, and still goes back home to us.  Neighbors have been trying to catch him.  Mama swears she'd be calling Marikina's Parks and Leisure Office after Muy-Muy peed on my nephew's yaya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7299929162700525131?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7299929162700525131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7299929162700525131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7299929162700525131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7299929162700525131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkey-doo.html' title='Monkey-Doo'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SBynHlyx58I/AAAAAAAAAS0/oACjW7UuXSA/s72-c/DSC02470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6903756362275484110</id><published>2008-04-14T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:46.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor's Assembly</title><content type='html'>It was report card releasing at St. Scho between 7-9:30am, and the Honor's Assembly followed at 10:00am. Awards and recognition were given out for Prep up to Grade 5 students. Aside from the Merit Award she garnered during the first school semester, Andee also qualified for the second semester as well as year-end ---- &lt;strong&gt;"Semestral Awardee with High Honors".&lt;/strong&gt; Naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SAXnAweIV1I/AAAAAAAAASU/jhs-Q7OOc1E/s1600-h/DSC02446+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189808145811658578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SAXnAweIV1I/AAAAAAAAASU/jhs-Q7OOc1E/s320/DSC02446+(1).JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SAXnRweIV3I/AAAAAAAAASk/gO7CqMa4gV8/s1600-h/DSC02450+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189808437869434738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SAXnRweIV3I/AAAAAAAAASk/gO7CqMa4gV8/s320/DSC02450+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6903756362275484110?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6903756362275484110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6903756362275484110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6903756362275484110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6903756362275484110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/honors-assembly.html' title='Honor&apos;s Assembly'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/SAXnAweIV1I/AAAAAAAAASU/jhs-Q7OOc1E/s72-c/DSC02446+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4091563900696987571</id><published>2008-04-09T02:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego and Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R_vGoOwLfPI/AAAAAAAAASM/egy5K8kgmVo/s1600-h/2350298118_6293f2e6fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186957790304500978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R_vGoOwLfPI/AAAAAAAAASM/egy5K8kgmVo/s320/2350298118_6293f2e6fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Holy Week, Marikina is known for its procession of 'santos' during early evenings, participated mostly of old Marikina families who have mostly decades or centuries old relics of saints, Sto. Nino's, Mama Mary's, and various images that depict the passion of Christ, in carozzas that are heavily decorated with flowers and lights (which are a sight to behold! See &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47RFVAUjyHw"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; at YouTube; or&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23245901@N05/"&gt; pictures&lt;/a&gt; from Slythe, MD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a carozza depicting with the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23245901@N05/2350247958/"&gt;'Last Supp&lt;/a&gt;er' or when Jesus was &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23245901@N05/2349453541/"&gt;taken down from the cross&lt;/a&gt;!). These are paraded around Sta. Elena, San Roque, and Calumpang. Incidentally, one of our neighbors annually participates in the procession because they have their own 'santo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have watched the procession around 3 times already since it started years ago. Andee was only about 3 or 4 years old then. This was the conversation, as told by my mom, after Diego watched our neighbor decorate their carozza and witnessed the parade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: Lola, &lt;em&gt;sino pwede maging&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah Jesu? (where he got the name, I don't know..)&lt;br /&gt;LOLA: &lt;em&gt;Yung mga mababait&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;malalaki na na&lt;/em&gt; boys. &lt;em&gt;Gaya ng mga tito, kuya, manong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;E si Tito Cak&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tito Baron&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tito Earl pwede maging&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah Jesu?&lt;br /&gt;LOLA: &lt;em&gt;Oo naman because&lt;/em&gt; big boys &lt;em&gt;na sila&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;mababait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: (after a thought..) &lt;em&gt;Di pwede si Tito Cak at tsaka si Tito Baron eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLA: Why, baby?&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;Eh pareho kasi silang kalbo! di naman kalbo si &lt;/em&gt;Isaiah Jesu &lt;em&gt;eh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLA: (suppresing a laugh)... &lt;em&gt;a ganon ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: .... &lt;em&gt;eh si&lt;/em&gt; Papa &lt;em&gt;pwede?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLA: &lt;em&gt;Oo naman kasi big na rin siya eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;eh.... di rin siya pwede eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola: &lt;em&gt;Bakit? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEGO: &lt;em&gt;kasi mataba si Papa eh! .... tutumba ang krus!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4091563900696987571?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4091563900696987571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4091563900696987571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4091563900696987571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4091563900696987571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/04/diego-and-holy-week.html' title='Diego and Holy Week'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R_vGoOwLfPI/AAAAAAAAASM/egy5K8kgmVo/s72-c/2350298118_6293f2e6fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1528857485434447150</id><published>2008-04-01T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:43:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endorsers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brother Cak at &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Carver's House &lt;/a&gt;started this meme:&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: &lt;em&gt;If you were a famous celebrity and you were asked to &lt;strong&gt;endorse three products and/or services&lt;/strong&gt;, what would they be? With each product or service, state in one or two sentences the reason why the product and/or service has won you over. End your post with the usual tagging (up to five is I think the standard), as well as a link back to the blog you got the meme from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mochablends.com/"&gt;Mocha Blends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - not only is their Cafe Latte the best I ever had (extra whipped cream, please!), their House Blend Ice Tea and pastas are to die for! Also, a perfect place as well to relax.. as their 'star***ks' counterpart tends to be so&lt;em&gt; sikip&lt;/em&gt; (and noisy) for comfort!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Nichido's Dazzling Peach&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lip Shimmer&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't usually go for really imported brands. Nichido has my vote.. lips never crack or run dry, and the color does fit my palette. &lt;em&gt;Pang-morena baga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nivea.co.uk/products/show/11428"&gt;Nivea Sun Oil Spray 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;'For a golden, long lasting tan'...&lt;/em&gt; true. Never did I had a more satisfying tan and my skin doesn't feel or look dry after swimming, in fact, it was soft has a mild delicate scent...not a smell of coconut oil. A true 'sun goddess' as my friends would call me, I tried a lot of SPF4s, etc. but this is the best. No regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag you... Jheck, Fortuitous Faery , Angge, Ives and Charmaine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1528857485434447150?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1528857485434447150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1528857485434447150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1528857485434447150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1528857485434447150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/03/endorsers.html' title='Endorsers'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2573610900134533666</id><published>2008-03-14T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOF Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9qb4O0zMNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kp3-1mUj-RI/s1600-h/diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177622111970341074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9qb4O0zMNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kp3-1mUj-RI/s320/diego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;Kids On Focus&lt;/strong&gt;' graduation day today,  at the Water Nymph Resort in Marikina.  The event was at 4pm and we had to fetch Andee at 3pm from St. Scho  before we proceeded to the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual (and always), we were among the first who arrived.  Got good front seats and waited for the event to start.  &lt;em&gt;Kakatuwa. &lt;/em&gt;Unlike the time when Andee graduated here years ago, the kids now are more talented and witty.  Instead of the teachers leading the program, they had their Prep students hosting the event! After each level has shown their respective song, dance, or declamation number, the kids were awarded medals each for their own unique contribution and abilities in school.  I was half-expecting Diego to get a medal for Math as he has shown extreme interest for this.  Well, surprise, surprise-- he got a medal for &lt;em&gt;'Independent Worker Award'&lt;/em&gt;  because he has shown utmost independency in all assigned tasks (ngek.. redundant ba?). He can be left alone to do what is expected of him after giving instructions the first time. &lt;em&gt;Naku, kahit sa bahay ganyan..'Sinabi mo na yan sa akin ano!'..'Paulit-ulit ka naman eh'.&lt;/em&gt;  Okay, okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2573610900134533666?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2573610900134533666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2573610900134533666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2573610900134533666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2573610900134533666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/03/kof-graduation.html' title='KOF Graduation'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9qb4O0zMNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kp3-1mUj-RI/s72-c/diego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-8773562105982485781</id><published>2008-03-06T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:47.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonya's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9ANW6Ryx8I/AAAAAAAAARc/fK8K9ZKkByQ/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174650659100870594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9ANW6Ryx8I/AAAAAAAAARc/fK8K9ZKkByQ/s320/DSC02246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent my post-birthday lunch yesterday at &lt;a href="http://www.sonyasgarden.com/index.html"&gt;Sonya's Garden&lt;/a&gt; in Tagaytay. The trip took almost two hours (South Super Highway is undergoing rehabilitation), but once you've reached and passed the Sta. Rosa exit, everything is a breeze! This is one trip where you'd leave your car windows open to feel the cool air. No pollution, no smoke belchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya's Garden is a place where one can't just say, &lt;em&gt;'just dropping by'&lt;/em&gt;, since it is tucked away from the main road and you'd really have to exert extra effort to get there. It was overwhelming! Perfect for quiet moments, conversations, relaxations and what-nots.. any nature-lover will go gaga with the country settings, numerous flower gardens and trails, and secluded garden nooks, coupled with the very cool fresh air Tagaytay is famous for. Here I&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9VO3-0zMMI/AAAAAAAAARs/7pWvoLJn4bA/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176130070396481730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9VO3-0zMMI/AAAAAAAAARs/7pWvoLJn4bA/s320/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found and was so excited in seeing a red caballero, as Manila would have it mostly in orange, or yellow, as well as multi-colored, what looked like siling-labuyo, planted near the cottages. &lt;em&gt;Parang &lt;/em&gt;christmas lights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless romantics, according to their website, sees the garden as, and I quote, "&lt;em&gt;a wonderful haven of romance, love blooms in Sonya’s garden like flowers of an eternal spring&lt;/em&gt;.... and &lt;em&gt;have found it to be a popular spot to disarm, to court and to propose." &lt;/em&gt;I don't blame them. If you have all the time in the world, and would like to engage into simple conversations-- no frills... then this is the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is very filling! Their lunch include unlimited freshly squeezed dalandan juice, a garden salad, whose ingredients are freshly picked from their vegetable gardens; freshly baked, oven-hot wheat bread with dips, as well as their pasta with their signature sauces. And if you think that was all, you'll be surprised with their dessert of sweet-boiled kamote (yummy!) banana rolls (turon!) and very moist chocolate cake. Lunch, by the way, also took us almost 2 hours! With the kind of food they serve, you'll be talking and talking in between! How's that for conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd certainly would like to return. Probably spend the night to relax and get away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Kelan pa kaya?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-8773562105982485781?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8773562105982485781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=8773562105982485781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8773562105982485781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/8773562105982485781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/03/sonyas-garden.html' title='Sonya&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9ANW6Ryx8I/AAAAAAAAARc/fK8K9ZKkByQ/s72-c/DSC02246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5516654968498692833</id><published>2008-03-04T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:16:30.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-O</title><content type='html'>It's the big "four-O" for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike last year, this time it really took a lot for me to finally blurt it out. One thing here is, when you look into the mirror.. you'd also realize that you've really aged.  Iba na dating eh.  Though I had the majority pop their eyes out and/or leave their mouth wide open, it feels good, hehe.  No one believes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5516654968498692833?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5516654968498692833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5516654968498692833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5516654968498692833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5516654968498692833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-o.html' title='Four-O'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-981466337832739718</id><published>2008-02-24T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:48.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at 8Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9PkB-0zMLI/AAAAAAAAARk/8GcfxsReDOQ/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175731119474290866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9PkB-0zMLI/AAAAAAAAARk/8GcfxsReDOQ/s320/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a first. Family get-together out-of-town.  Everything was a blast!  Left Marikina at around 6:30am  and had breakfast at Jolibee NLEX.  We were 16 altogether including the yayas. ( except bro Earl, and cousin Angge).  Arrived at 8 Waves at exactly 9am, but lo and behold!  We thought that since it was an early summer treat, we'd somehow have the park all to ourselves.  Little did we know that there was this big, big religious gathering, as well as 3 school field trips were also scheduled today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice lady at the ticket counter said that they are expecting around 2 thousand guests and if we'd like, we can do an ocular first to see if we'd really like to push through.  &lt;em&gt;Hay naku!&lt;/em&gt;  and pushed through we did.  The kids are all excited, not even gazillions of people can stop them!  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a wonderful time&lt;em&gt; kahit sa sobrang dami ng tao. &lt;/em&gt;We vowed to return, of course, but made sure we'd call first to see if there were any bookings.  Left the park at 6pm and had dinner at Max's NLEX.  The kids were exhausted, the yayas have fun stories to tell their amigas, and we had our own tans.  Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-981466337832739718?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/981466337832739718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=981466337832739718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/981466337832739718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/981466337832739718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-day-at-8waves.html' title='Family Day at 8Waves'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R9PkB-0zMLI/AAAAAAAAARk/8GcfxsReDOQ/s72-c/DSC02059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2689254395240039684</id><published>2008-02-18T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:21:45.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome sa Kowhsina Kowh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fz3vyZSshBw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fz3vyZSshBw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, the many ways to cook Awdobong Mahnauk! This was forwarded by a long-time friend.  Very hilarious.  All I can say is...too much laurel leaves, and why did he mix the vinegar before letting it boil?!?! Anyway, to each his own! Enjoy :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2689254395240039684?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2689254395240039684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2689254395240039684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2689254395240039684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2689254395240039684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-sa-kowhsina-kowh.html' title='Welcome sa Kowhsina Kowh!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-33699243806829559</id><published>2008-02-10T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:48.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves and henna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R63UiPPqqMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lq1M79p7h2M/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165018032336709826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R63UiPPqqMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lq1M79p7h2M/s320/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's early swimming and summer for me and friends at the &lt;a href="http://www.8waveswaterpark.com.ph/"&gt;8 Waves WaterPark &lt;/a&gt;in Bulacan!  Had a blast.. and the park almost all to ourselves last Feb 8-9!   It's times like this that you've got the courage to don a 2-pc bathing suit without worrying if your companions had better toned abs! Well, for your information, &lt;em&gt;pare-pareho kaming naka-tuck-out ang bilbil hehe&lt;/em&gt;! That's why it's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had (at last!...at least..) a cat-henna tattooed on my lower back.  &lt;em&gt;Kaka-enganyong gawing&lt;/em&gt; permanent! &lt;em&gt;Konting&lt;/em&gt; convincing &lt;em&gt;pa.&lt;/em&gt; Almost had one, actually, way back 1990 as Merchandiser for Sylvia Santos, Inc. when, during a get-together with the other merchandisers and designers, was also a tattoo session... and everybody was having one-- a butterfly tattoo above the right ankle.  &lt;em&gt;Bakit di natuloy&lt;/em&gt;?---- &lt;em&gt;oo nga ano, bakit nga ba??!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be going back to 8 Waves on the 23rd as a joint birthday celebration for -- mama (21st), brothers Ron (18th) and Earl (23rd), nephew Jaki (28th), and Me, hehe, next month on the 4th. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-33699243806829559?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/33699243806829559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=33699243806829559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/33699243806829559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/33699243806829559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/02/waves-and-henna.html' title='Waves and henna'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R63UiPPqqMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lq1M79p7h2M/s72-c/DSC02026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-503203741994848787</id><published>2008-01-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museo, Pizzas and the 'wild' Life</title><content type='html'>It was&lt;a href="http://kids-on-focus.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kids On Focus' &lt;/a&gt;fieldtrip today and I had to hurry home from the office to take Diego to school before 6:30am. Was just getting ready when KOF texted saying that the group will be leaving shortly (scheduled departure time is 7:00am). It was only a 3-4 minute walk from the house to Diego's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161674323407055090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6HzcwzuqPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MVDo20qs3jI/s200/mp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First stop was at the &lt;a href="http://www.museopambata.org/"&gt;Museo Pambata &lt;/a&gt;, a children's interactive museum, in Roxas Blvd. (beside the US Embassy). The tour started with the kids entering 'Miss Big-Mouth's mouth, passing through her esophagus then finally into a room where kids can learn more about the human body. They can press a large nose, a tummy and even a big butt to hear a sneeze, a rumble, or a f*rt! hehe. They see what blood vessels go where, or touch and feel different surfaces (and guess what it is). It's hands-on all throughout the museum. There is a science room, rain forest room, etc. There were a lot of educational trips &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6H77AzuqRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fQP66swmXwE/s1600-h/diego_bigmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that time, and the Museo management was able to organize the groups very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this was lunch and a Pizza-making party at &lt;a href="http://www.shakeyspizza.ph/"&gt;Shakey's&lt;/a&gt; Libis. We all had &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IQrQzuqZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/99vSUe7GUmA/s1600-h/diego_bigmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161706458352363922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IQrQzuqZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/99vSUe7GUmA/s320/diego_bigmouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a quick tour of the kitchen and afterwards, we were given our pizza 'skins', as what they call it-- pizza' crust' actually to ordinary folks-- and basic ingredients for us to make our own pizza-- pizza sauce, mozzarella cheese, ham, pepperoni and pineapple. Diego literally took a handful of pineapple bits and spread it over his &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6H_TwzuqSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3nnOodw-shY/s1600-h/diego_esophagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pizza skin. I had to include the other ingredients for him. By the time the party host came over to get our pizza masterpiece and put it in the oven, Diego has plucked out all the pineapple bits and had eaten it. So much for a masterpiece. Shakey's special guest was Mr. Pizzaman, which is well, you guessed it, a giant &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IUJQzuqdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/grLjTHNLKgc/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161710272283322834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IUJQzuqdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/grLjTHNLKgc/s200/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slice of pizza that danced with the kids to the tune of &lt;em&gt;'Kembot'. Sa totoo lang, nakakaawa siyang tignan. &lt;/em&gt;What happened to Capt. Shakeys??!?!?!? Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was &lt;strong&gt;Ark Avilon&lt;/strong&gt; in in Tiendesitas. Its owners also own the &lt;a href="http://www.avilonzoo.com.ph/home"&gt;Avilon Zoo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/avilon_zoo/"&gt;(2)&lt;/a&gt; in Montalban, Rizal (obvious &lt;em&gt;ba?)&lt;/em&gt; . After the infamous over-reacting snake bite news, there was still no clinic, but roving first-aid people (nice &lt;em&gt;di ba?). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IRLgzuqaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zk5zC81Sbsc/s1600-h/diego_albino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161707012403145122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IRLgzuqaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zk5zC81Sbsc/s320/diego_albino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Manila Zoo's Kinder Zoo, one can get up close and personnal here with the animals. They have a 'centerstage' for photo ops with a sea eagle, albino snake and Coleen, the orangutan. The animals here are &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IEvQzuqTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OQfTi2B3xQg/s1600-h/diego_albino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;healthier looking-- the owners really do care for them! (makes me itch to take the kids over to Avilon Zoo). And like Malabon Zoo, you won't get an eyesore or strain your eyes getting a glimpse of the animals because the way they layout the place almost make you feel that you can touch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manilaoceanpark.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161708584361175474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6ISnAzuqbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uJDu9vd9_hQ/s320/diego_coleen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main attraction (especially for the kids) is feeding the animals on the second floor. There is a mini 'corral' full of rabbits where kids can go in and feed them. Diego had a blast feeding a carrot to several rabbits, and okra to a tortoise, but begged off feeding a cricket to a chameleon. Definitely coming back with Andee in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there are places like these where you can bring your kids. In this modern world where kids are mostly exposed to computers and books, only in pictures will they be able to see and experience this. Next to look forward to is the &lt;a href="http://www.manilaoceanpark.com/"&gt;Manila Ocean Park&lt;/a&gt;, behind the Quirino Grandstand in Manila &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6IIYgzuqXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RDxxQ1djCrg/s1600-h/diego_rabbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and expected to open this February 2008! Now that will be an experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-503203741994848787?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/503203741994848787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=503203741994848787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/503203741994848787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/503203741994848787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/museo-pizzas-and-wild-life.html' title='Museo, Pizzas and the &apos;wild&apos; Life'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R6HzcwzuqPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MVDo20qs3jI/s72-c/mp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-112729849435377352</id><published>2008-01-27T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:49.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts forwarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5v9pQzuqOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xk6jkUwbXLQ/s1600-h/valentine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159996683411433698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5v9pQzuqOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xk6jkUwbXLQ/s320/valentine1.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with it when you'd start receiving emails about the 'heart'-- the next big thing for the majority after the Christmas season, that you'd somehow feel nostalgic? I would have my share of the usual surprise roses, cards and chocolates on Valentine's Day from people I'd really expect to receive from as well as those whom I'd raise an eyebrow ("Why on earth are you giving me these?"), or from those I'd hardly expect ("Why, really? --- *blush*) hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day officially started for me during high school when I started receiving freshly picked roses, which were then better than those coming from flower shops. During those days, rose gardens were popular and one would really go out of his way to go and pick the right flower (&lt;em&gt;naks!). &lt;/em&gt;This will evolve to a bouquet (or basket!) of roses in college. I remember in college, (without fail) during my four years when the reception area was literally 'filled to the brim' with roses and roses and roses, and balloons! Imagine people traffic here! Students craning their necks expecting (or hoping) that one had their name on it. Outside the school premises opposite the gate, in the middle island along Katipunan road were streamers and banners from boyfriends. &lt;em&gt;Parang fiesta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started working, &lt;em&gt;uso na ang&lt;/em&gt; long, single-stemmed rose or the 1 or 3 roses in a box from flowershops. Signs of the times &lt;em&gt;din ata-- &lt;/em&gt;it gets expensive &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; hehe. But it was during these times that Valentines happens any day of the year. I'd receive an unexpected rose because, &lt;em&gt;'wala lang'&lt;/em&gt;-- or &lt;em&gt;'Naalala kasi kita eh'. Hay,&lt;/em&gt; those were the days! When you get married, you can count with only the digits from your right hand, the times you'd get this special expected surprise from the hubby. &lt;em&gt;(Di na daw uso) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After marriage, it would be unexpected Valentines again anytime during the year. This is when I get surprise love notes, mostly from Andee... and 'I love you's' from Diego. Now as I start a new life, those nostalgic &lt;em&gt;"been there, done that" &lt;/em&gt;moments are now coming back to me. Nice feeling :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-112729849435377352?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/112729849435377352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=112729849435377352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/112729849435377352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/112729849435377352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you-not-because-of-who-you-are.html' title='Hearts forwarded'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5v9pQzuqOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xk6jkUwbXLQ/s72-c/valentine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4308590640852338638</id><published>2008-01-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:49.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Part of the Big Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5s1oAzuqJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R03_mK6i8mo/s1600-h/Big+Bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159776759611041938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5s1oAzuqJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R03_mK6i8mo/s200/Big%2BBang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monday Morning Power &lt;/a&gt;has got what it takes to have visitors visit your site and you yourself gaining a 'place' in the blogging world---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let’s face it; one of the main goals of joining a meme is to increase links. So, let’s call a spade a spade and see how &lt;strong&gt;“Big” of a “Bang”&lt;/strong&gt; we can get. The goal is to exceed 1,000 sites. Can it be done? With your help we will leave all the other memes in our dust! Just follow the instructions. No thought necessary."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining memes is fun. Makes you think and enjoy at the same time. It lets you gain ringside access to the lives of others where you yourself can learn, laugh, share insights, etc. Here's a sample.. read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Start Copy Here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You do not have to be tagged to play along. This game is simple and so are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Copy from *Start Copy Here* through *End Copy Here*&lt;br /&gt;Add your site(s) to the list. Just be sure to post at each site you add.&lt;br /&gt;Tag or don’t tag, your choice, however, the more tags you create the bigger the list will grow.&lt;br /&gt;Let MMP know your blog’s name and url by leaving him a comment &lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-bang-master-list.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. He will add you to the master list. (If you would like the scroll box code, leave him your email address and he will email it to you.)&lt;br /&gt;Come back and copy the master list back to your site, often. This process will allow late-comers to get as much link benefit as the first ones in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Attitude, the Ultimate Power&lt;/a&gt; 2-&lt;a href="http://julianarw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juliana's Site&lt;/a&gt; 3-&lt;a href="http://kasper794.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rusin Roundup&lt;/a&gt; 4-&lt;a href="http://whymoneymatters.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Grow Rich Along With Me&lt;/a&gt; 5-&lt;a title="blocked::http://comedyplus.blogspot.com/" href="http://comedyplus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Comedy Plus&lt;/a&gt; 6-&lt;a href="http://lyndaluv.blogspot.com/"&gt;lynda's loft&lt;/a&gt; 7-&lt;a href="http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amel's Realm&lt;/a&gt; 8-&lt;a href="http://maxcouti.blogspot.com/"&gt;MAX&lt;/a&gt; 9-&lt;a title="blocked::http://speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/" href="http://speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Speedcat Hollydale&lt;/a&gt; 10-&lt;a title="blocked::http://mariuca.blogspot.com/" href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariuca&lt;/a&gt; 11-&lt;a href="http://soyouwanttocomplain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Complain Complain Complain&lt;/a&gt; 12-&lt;a title="blocked::http://mariucasperfume.blogspot.com/" href="http://mariucasperfume.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariuca's Perfume Gallery&lt;/a&gt; 13-&lt;a title="blocked::http://coolaid1073.blogspot.com/" href="http://coolaid1073.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life Is A Roller Coaster&lt;/a&gt; 14-&lt;a title="blocked::http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com/" href="http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sugar Queen's Dream &lt;/a&gt;15-&lt;a href="http://eddiejohn66.blogspot.com/"&gt;First Time Dad&lt;/a&gt; 16-&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt; 17-&lt;a href="http://misslittlepunk-kelcey.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life&lt;/a&gt; 18-&lt;a href="http://shinade.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;The Painted Veil&lt;/a&gt; 19-&lt;a href="http://stacys1175.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; 20-&lt;a title="blocked::http://datcurious.com/" href="http://datcurious.com/" target="_blank"&gt;DatCurious.com&lt;/a&gt; 21-&lt;a href="http://www.aussiecynic.com/"&gt;Little Aussie Cynic &lt;/a&gt;22-&lt;a href="http://aniceplaceinthesun.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Nice Place in the Sun&lt;/a&gt; 23-&lt;a title="blocked::http://datmoney.com/" href="http://datmoney.com/"&gt;DatMoney.com&lt;/a&gt; 24- &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Scratch Pad &lt;/a&gt;25 - etc., etc., etc., ........ more &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*End Copy Here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The BIG BANG Masterlist is &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great blog sites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4308590640852338638?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4308590640852338638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4308590640852338638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4308590640852338638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4308590640852338638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-bang-meme.html' title='Be Part of the Big Bang!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5s1oAzuqJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R03_mK6i8mo/s72-c/Big%2BBang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-642435519194550493</id><published>2008-01-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:34:05.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It started out like an intense heat coming from my lower back going upward, and filled my back.  I began to perspire and began to have chills. Then the heat reached my neck and my head.  It felt like it was coming out of my ears.  It (the heat) was radiating from somewhere and was escaping through my back, my nape and head.  All of the sudden, something swelled inside and I felt it rising, up my back again, to my neck, then my face.. 'forcing' tears (I'm not kidding) to come out.  And I was crying. There was no pain.. just heat and something that I can't explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was on healthbreak at work last Friday's shift.  There was again an impending blackout feeling and I had to excuse myself and ask permission to go to the clinic.  The nurse on duty already knows my history of 'sent-homes' because of this inconvenience that I often encounter at work.  Not a headache, but something like &lt;em&gt;na-ha&lt;/em&gt;-highblood&lt;em&gt; ka&lt;/em&gt; (as if I know how it is).  Medical check-ups get me nowhere-- ECGs, 2d-echos (I have MVP), goiter tests, and we even suspected pre-menopausal whatever it is.  They found nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anong nararamdaman mo ngayon? Nagagalit ka ba?.... Natatakot?..... Nalulungkot?" &lt;/em&gt;The nurse asked me.  What the?!?!  &lt;em&gt;"Bakit mainit? Anong ginawa mo sa akin?!?!" .  &lt;/em&gt;I started crying again.  "Why are you crying?" "I don't know!--- it just came out, &lt;em&gt;ayaw tumigil!"&lt;/em&gt;  The nurse was quiet.  Then she again asked &lt;em&gt;"Nalulungkot ka ba? Nagagalit?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first 15 minutes into my healthbreak.  The nurse didn't know what medication to give me because she can't really zero-in on a diagnosis.  She just asked me to stay put and drink plenty of water first, when she mentioned that I was the first time she saw me in a jumper skirt. Told her that I wear skirts in just 2 occassions--that is, if I have nothing else to wear, or, if my allergies act up again.  She focused on my allergies--until it came to the point that I had to share my experiences before on what or why, or how I started to get the rashes (&lt;em&gt;medyo 'parang di-normal' na ito &lt;/em&gt;for those who still don't know).  "So you see them? dwarves? incubus? -----&lt;em&gt;Nakikita mo ba yung nasa likod ko?" &lt;/em&gt;she asked me.  I said no.  She stood up and touch my shoulders, my back, then lower back.  After she did it..everything started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still crying, for no reason at all.  &lt;em&gt;"Nalulungkot ka ba? Nagagalit?".  &lt;/em&gt;Sometimes it seemed  that maybe she was talking to someone else and not me.   &lt;em&gt;"Anong nararamdaman mo ngayon?".  "Anong ginawa mo? Bakit uminit pagkatapos mo akong hinawakan?"&lt;/em&gt;  She said she doesn't know. She said she didn't do anything.  &lt;em&gt;"Why am I crying? Bakit ang lakas ng emotion na nararamdaman ko? Bakit sobrang init??!" "Wag mo siyang pansinin"&lt;/em&gt; she said. &lt;em&gt;"Basta wag mong pansinin".&lt;/em&gt;  Then she asked if I feel something hot in my stomach.  I said no. And I kept on crying. &lt;em&gt;"Kakalat maskara ko!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the clinic for an hour.  And for 20 minutes or so, I was feeling this heat, the emotion.. &lt;em&gt;nanginginig ako.&lt;/em&gt;  I was perspiring. I was crying.  After that, there was heat coming from my stomach.  Psychological &lt;em&gt;na lang ba ito?&lt;/em&gt;  "Ok ka na" the nurse said.  True enough I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngayon, nababagabag nanaman ako.&lt;/em&gt;  I was 'left alone' when I was given the St. Benedict medalion for protection.  Now just last week, I dreamingly remembered a figure in my room again.  What's this? Is what I'm feeling at the office something supernatural?  &lt;em&gt;Bakit sa office lang&lt;/em&gt; and not at home?  &lt;em&gt;May mga&lt;/em&gt; check-ups &lt;em&gt;ba dapat na&lt;/em&gt; I should've took?  Whatever it is I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-642435519194550493?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/642435519194550493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=642435519194550493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/642435519194550493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/642435519194550493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I just don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3528252839009777022</id><published>2008-01-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:49.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5IrtWKF12I/AAAAAAAAANM/RqU3UaYw37w/s1600-h/Graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157232581334652770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5IrtWKF12I/AAAAAAAAANM/RqU3UaYw37w/s320/Graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took the kids out today for their much-awaited &lt;strong&gt;Disney on Ice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneyonice-asia.com/D15/philippines/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amazing Journey"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Araneta Coliseum. They had a blast.. actually, ako rin and Yaya Wilma. Diego, for the first time was so enthralled that we can't even get his attention or talk to him during the show, unlike the time when we watched Barney where he was definitely bored to death. Andee most remembered the &lt;strong&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/strong&gt; part where she can't stop talking about how Arielle's sisters came out of the big, colorful shells, and also says that she almost cried watching &lt;strong&gt;Lilo and Stitch.&lt;/strong&gt; Diego, on the otherhand says that it was &lt;em&gt;'maganda'.&lt;/em&gt; Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered when we were little, we'd watch then &lt;strong&gt;Holiday on Ice&lt;/strong&gt; also at the Araneta Coliseum. It's like we as a family would always have this annual christmas/holiday tradition of watching ice shows at the Big Dome. That time, &lt;em&gt;wala pang&lt;/em&gt; Disney characters. From the usual world class iceskaters, it evolved to &lt;strong&gt;Flintstones on Ice&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Disney on Ice. &lt;/strong&gt;The very first time we watched it I think I was in the 3rd or 4th grade. Front seats!!!! The thrill there was feeling the ice on your face when the performers pass, as well as the usual handshakes from them. I clearly remember the ticket price then-- P500.00 for front seats VIP!!!! (General patronage was P50.00 hehe). Only later did we realize that it's better to be seated farther and higher... Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be a start of a tradition that I intend to uphold. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5IxR2KF13I/AAAAAAAAANU/wal16NmZUpw/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157238705958016882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5IxR2KF13I/AAAAAAAAANU/wal16NmZUpw/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was hoping to expose them more also to stage plays and the like.  Andee is now making &lt;em&gt;kulit &lt;/em&gt;because of the featured advertisement of the &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneylive/highschoolmusical/"&gt;High School Musical Ice Tour&lt;/a&gt; that was showing before the show started. Excited &lt;em&gt;nanaman siya. &lt;/em&gt;But not until we go back the second time on the 27th to &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; watch &lt;strong&gt;Disney on Ice&lt;/strong&gt;, as she won 3 tickets to the show by joining in a question-and-answer contest sponsored by the Jr. Inquirer.  Aside from the tickets, she was also given a Guyito plush toy (Inquirer's carabao mascot)-- collector's item &lt;em&gt;ito!&lt;/em&gt;  But I swear.... &lt;em&gt;sinusumpa ko talaga ang&lt;/em&gt; Chino Roces Ave. &lt;em&gt;na yan sa&lt;/em&gt; Makati where the Philippine Inquirer office was located.  The traffic was more than horrible!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the kids, it was worth the trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3528252839009777022?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3528252839009777022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3528252839009777022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3528252839009777022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3528252839009777022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-journey.html' title='Amazing Journey'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R5IrtWKF12I/AAAAAAAAANM/RqU3UaYw37w/s72-c/Graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3584503199628724525</id><published>2008-01-17T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:17:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are brothers forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O.M.G.!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Last song syndrome I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was checking out Zsali's posting on her Multiple account about Filipino Renaldo Lapuz' audition at the American Idol. I was laughing so hard I can't breathe. &lt;em&gt;Na-memorize ko na!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakatuwa siya&lt;/em&gt;. --- "&lt;em&gt;you give chance to any talent for FREE OF CHARGE&lt;/em&gt;!" And he was teary-eyed not because that he was not picked, but because he was able to show what he's got! William Hung, look out! See Renaldo's audition &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3PMy_V-A_o"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3584503199628724525?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3584503199628724525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3584503199628724525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3584503199628724525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3584503199628724525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-brothers-forever.html' title='We are brothers forever!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-1218919738300824992</id><published>2008-01-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:50.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3p3DGKF1zI/AAAAAAAAAM0/V8aMjsF--14/s1600-h/DSC01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150560018927834930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3p3DGKF1zI/AAAAAAAAAM0/V8aMjsF--14/s320/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got this for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute noh?!?!&lt;/em&gt; hehehe! Was surprised how heavy this is! Afraid to move it or carry it elsewhere lest it might fall and break! She now took her territorial spot near my Yamaha organ (had to brand it!) at the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahemm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;Sana may kasama rin siyang iba!&lt;/em&gt; She gets lonely &lt;em&gt;kasi eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wawa naman... &lt;strong&gt;Ahemm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-1218919738300824992?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1218919738300824992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=1218919738300824992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1218919738300824992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/1218919738300824992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3p3DGKF1zI/AAAAAAAAAM0/V8aMjsF--14/s72-c/DSC01813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-775055725443069017</id><published>2008-01-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:06:01.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 2008</title><content type='html'>Was a bit teary eyed at around 10:30pm during my first break when I called home to say Happy New Year in advance because my 'lunch' was at 1am.  I won't be able to call at midnight.  This is my second year in a row where I celebrated New Year at the office.  For some reason, &lt;em&gt;mas 'malungkot' ngayon&lt;/em&gt;, in a way because maybe a lot has changed in my life already.  This year is the start of a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a year I am looking forward to because I feel that I am officially at home and at ease with my job, therefore, I get to do a lot more (&lt;em&gt;kahit papaano)&lt;/em&gt; activities with Andee and Diego, start saving, and more importantly, have time for myself.  I feel happier inside. And friends and family says that it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-775055725443069017?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/775055725443069017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=775055725443069017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/775055725443069017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/775055725443069017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008.html' title='Hello, 2008'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3564036326679949435</id><published>2007-12-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pics and Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3pq02KF1vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3JePiFLWSKo/s1600-h/Image887+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150546579975165682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3pq02KF1vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3JePiFLWSKo/s320/Image887+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanep talaga ang nagagawa ng&lt;/em&gt; natural outdoor light(was does a redundant thing to say?) ! Can't hide the wrinkles noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken last Christmas at our garage. Diego at 5 and Andee at 9. Wished I took them to the photo studio instead-- I need to put that on my checklist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had our picture taken with my brothers and Mama. Earl came home for the holidays from Dubai, and had to take this opportunity to have our picture taken together again--had fun doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree that time was adorned with the usual, plus candy canes that Mama placed the night before. Gifts were bigger as most of them came in boxes this year!!! Diego's wish to receive an Optimus Prime robot was granted by his dad, in addition to a few more things. Ditto with Andee--- her usual 'anything-basta-Bratts' and/or 'Disney Princess' and/or 'High School' musical ek-ek was also received. Gifted her (again) with another set of books, this time, &lt;strong&gt;Grolier's&lt;/strong&gt; 24-volume&lt;a href="http://www.grolier.co.uk/our_books/i_wonder_why"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I Wonder Why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3pxdGKF1yI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0FkdFy0ouC4/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diego has been bugging me the whole year for Transformers or Dinosaur toys, gave him a set of 4 Dinosaurs that transforms to a robot, and a remote-controlled car which he played with the whole afternoon. &lt;p&gt;This year, the kids got a lot of gifts to open. Signs of the times &lt;em&gt;ba? &lt;/em&gt;I'm glad they enjoyed this Christmas. Their dad picked them up to take them over to their side's family reunion. Andee was begging me the week before to go with them. I had to honestly decline. I know I hurt her but I don't want to ruin anything either. Well, they&lt;strong&gt; did&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed, and that was it. They were 'returned' home at around 1:30am Dec. 26th, with enough moolah from their ninongs and ninangs to watch &lt;a href="http://www.disneyonice-asia.com/D15/philippines/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disney's&lt;/strong&gt; Amazing Journey on Ice&lt;/a&gt; this January! &lt;em&gt;Ako naman ang mamomoblema&lt;/em&gt; to pay for my own ticket!! &lt;em&gt;Cige na nga!&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/14829001-3564036326679949435?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3564036326679949435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3564036326679949435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3564036326679949435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3564036326679949435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-pics-and-gifts.html' title='Of Pics and Gifts'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R3pq02KF1vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3JePiFLWSKo/s72-c/Image887+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-2828578210705120429</id><published>2007-12-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZUGbk1uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/R-CnEGt2uFQ/s1600-h/hollybasket.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142012707664615138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZUGbk1uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/R-CnEGt2uFQ/s400/hollybasket.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was working Christmas eve and got home on Christmas Day at around 7am in time to help out in last minute preparations for our Christmas Family Reunion lunch. Did my contribution of Green Mango Salad with Coriander, Pork Meatballs, and, later in the early evening, Chicken Pandan with KangKong. &lt;em&gt;Kala mo originals hehe. May konting &lt;/em&gt;embellishments&lt;em&gt; yan,&lt;/em&gt; so to speak. Hit &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; Green Mango Salad&lt;em&gt;, hehe.&lt;/em&gt; I'm planning to put up a separate recipe corner for me to share to you all. Hope I'd get the time to really work on it though. Anyway....  more details next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-2828578210705120429?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2828578210705120429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=2828578210705120429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2828578210705120429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/2828578210705120429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZUGbk1uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/R-CnEGt2uFQ/s72-c/hollybasket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-7509568967085774</id><published>2007-12-24T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:50.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Imagine with Barney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R26okmKF1oI/AAAAAAAAALc/auwI6J2sLgM/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147236770802685570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R26okmKF1oI/AAAAAAAAALc/auwI6J2sLgM/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took the kids out last night, thanks to Cak, at the &lt;a href="http://www.aranetacoliseum.com/2006/index.php"&gt;Araneta Center Coliseum &lt;/a&gt;in Cubao to watch &lt;strong&gt;Barney's Let's Imagine World Tour&lt;/strong&gt;. Had an early dinner at the Gateway Mall and met with Cak for the tickets. Andee enjoyed the show more, singing and dancing along. Diego says it's boring. I'd say, it's a kiddie treat if they grew up with Barney, especially for kids up to Diego's age, but this thinks it's too 'kiddie'. As for Andee, it's 'fun'. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strolled around the Gateway Mall before going home. &lt;em&gt;Buti nalang mababait at 'hindi masyadong' nagkulit na magpabili ng kung anu-ano!&lt;/em&gt; .. except maybe Diego whose battlecry right now is "Mama, toy!". It's two more days before Christmas guys!!! *kiss* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-7509568967085774?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7509568967085774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=7509568967085774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7509568967085774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/7509568967085774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-imagine-with-barney.html' title='Let&apos;s Imagine with Barney'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R26okmKF1oI/AAAAAAAAALc/auwI6J2sLgM/s72-c/DSC01743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3314624345708271929</id><published>2007-12-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T02:09:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In embers--, not in flames</title><content type='html'>I was awakened this morning at around 9:30am by chaos downstairs in the living room. Got home at 1:30am from our team's christmas party, and surprisingly (no hangover whatsoever after a trio-shared 1 and 1/2 bottle of tequila) I was able to get up with ease. When I opened my door, the living room is in smoke.. and it smelled like something burned. &lt;em&gt;Anong nangyari?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just after they found mama's batik robe completely burnt, actually, almost nothing was left of it.  The back rest of the chair is of wood and it was scarred. Mama left her robe at the back rest of the computer chair at the library the day before.  She was on the phone when she smelled smoke.  They traced it at the library and found her robe in &lt;em&gt;'embers'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in flames.  If the robe caught fire, then, &lt;strong&gt;by what?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt; Why was the robe in embers?!? Why wasn't there any smell of smoke beforehand as the library's door was open?  Why then??!?! Yaya Wilma said she went in the library minutes before it happened but noticed or smelled nothing unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3314624345708271929?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3314624345708271929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3314624345708271929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3314624345708271929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3314624345708271929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-embers-not-in-flames.html' title='In embers--, not in flames'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3933190010042827790</id><published>2007-12-22T08:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:57:21.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftershock.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/ZT44ZIrVMHQ'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Ellen DeGeneres just can't over it!!!! It was the day after Charice guested on her show. Had problems with embedding that video, just try &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZT44ZIrVMHQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, check out the video that started it all.. Charice at the Star King program in Korea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZccz5cy3ks&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3933190010042827790?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3933190010042827790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3933190010042827790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3933190010042827790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3933190010042827790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/aftershock.html' title='The Aftershock.....'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3074581680034409233</id><published>2007-12-21T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T13:15:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARICE PEMPENGCO on Ellen DeGeneres Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHdy-di5nNo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHdy-di5nNo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong masabi!!!!! It was Sam Concepcion who won at the &lt;b&gt;Little Big Star&lt;/b&gt; contest around 2-3 years ago. Our bet was then 12 year old Charice, we really like her-- gave us goosebumps everytime she sings. Kaso siyempre--- because Sam came off much like a matinee idol already, he won the contest, with Charice only as a runner-up! I never got the chance to watch this on Ellen's show.  Anyway, enjoy please, as much as we did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3074581680034409233?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3074581680034409233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3074581680034409233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3074581680034409233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3074581680034409233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/charice-pempengco-on-ellen-degeneres_24.html' title='CHARICE PEMPENGCO on Ellen DeGeneres Show'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-5273775650887679614</id><published>2007-12-10T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:51.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry's mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZAmbk1tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BN4guzZohGI/s1600-h/51A6Q4GX23L._AA240_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142012372657166034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZAmbk1tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BN4guzZohGI/s400/51A6Q4GX23L._AA240_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas comes early for me this year as I finally got myself (hard-earned!) a complete set of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; Books 1-7!  No, was not able to get it all together in the promotional Hogwarts chest, which came out 3 days AFTER I got the set---but then again, happy &lt;em&gt;na ko.&lt;/em&gt;  The first 6 came in this sturdy cardboard box, however the 7th book was at it's lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are sitting on the table at the library at home still in it's original plastic cover untouch.  It's like if I open it, &lt;em&gt;mawawala ang&lt;/em&gt; value!!  &lt;em&gt;Parang ang arte ano?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-5273775650887679614?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5273775650887679614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=5273775650887679614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5273775650887679614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/5273775650887679614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/harrys-mine.html' title='Harry&apos;s mine!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R1wZAmbk1tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BN4guzZohGI/s72-c/51A6Q4GX23L._AA240_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-4161676382601448209</id><published>2007-12-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:01:43.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of Trillanes</title><content type='html'>It was about half past two in the afternoon on November 29th when I was awaken by my usual &lt;em&gt;"You've got a text message, your Royal Sexiness"&lt;/em&gt; message alert from my cellphone. It was 30 minutes earlier than my usual wake-up time before I get ready for work. It was a text message from work, and it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Armed soldiers led by Magdalo Heads and ex-VP Guingona are having a press-con at the Mla. Pen Hotel right now as a result of the Magdalo hearing at the makati City Hall. Reports say that the group might call for a nationwide rally against the gov't. All employees and trainees are advised to stay inside the ofc for safety reasons, while those who are on their way to work shld stay away frm the vicinity of Mla. Pen (Ayala cor. Mkt. Ave.)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. And they say they are doing this for the love of their country and for the people who are suffering! Don't they see malls and condos sprouting almost everywhere? Don't they read the papers about the rise of sales for luxury items?!?! Aren't they glad of the 41.00 Php rate against the dollar?!? GRABE! Now people who are working night shifts are now placed in a situation wherein it's "go to work or not"! &lt;em&gt;May pre-shift overtime pa naman akooo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was hurrying to work and surprisingly, travelling was a breeze at Buendia. &lt;em&gt;Oo nga naman...pinauwi na kasi ng maaga ang mga normal na mga empleyado! &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, after hearing the news that the hotel main doors were destroyed by an APC and finally the drama that went on at the Mla. Pen. has ended, a new drama started at the office. Employees were a handful. Then there was another text message sent by the management:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Please be informed that Malacanang has imposed curfew 12-5am. For those shifts starting 12am-5am, we encourage you to come b4 midnight to avoid checkpoints. Chill out rooms will be prepared &amp;amp; free food 4 those who will come in early. Call center employees are exempted as long as you present your ID. Shuttle pick-ups will be available from MRT and LRT. Please coordinate with your supes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were mixed reactions. Some would say that it is a prelude to martial law. Most would say, (--&lt;em&gt;kasama na ako don),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"buti naman". &lt;/em&gt;If we let this pass as if it was just another Oakwood story, we'd be probably witnessing another hotel takeover! It's like disciplining little children! It's as simple as that. Trillanes and his group just wasted precious time and effort for nothing. He also wasted the votes given by people who had faith in him--- not necesarily leading revolts, but standing up to what he believes in. &lt;em&gt;Sinayang mo , chong! &lt;/em&gt;Good thing you were not on my list... &lt;em&gt;gwapo ka pa naman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curfew did not exactly dampen passionate working spirits at the office. Attendance was, wow! Towards and after midnight, the new shifts came in and the workfloor was back to its normal busy self. &lt;em&gt;Parang walang nagyari!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-4161676382601448209?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4161676382601448209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=4161676382601448209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4161676382601448209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/4161676382601448209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/tale-of-trillanes.html' title='The tale of Trillanes'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3865334756545087049</id><published>2007-11-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:30:38.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulala</title><content type='html'>Andee took time off with her dad today.  Diego was on 'day-off' with his Yaya.  It was quite surprising that he showed up.  It was fairly common that he'd promise a date, let the kids wait in anticipation, then stood them up.  This time, he called saying that he'll be right over.  Never seen Andee in a hurry to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours later.  Andee was crying.  I was in a bad mood. She doesn't want her dad to go.  She wanted him over,  if not on Christmas, then New Year.  I admit I may be the wicked witch here.  Inasmuch that I tried to contain myself, I was still rude to him. I can't even stand talking to him.  I don't like him asking me questions as if he'd still have control of what I do. It was hard since I don't want Andee being a witness to this.  &lt;em&gt;Ako nanaman ang masama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand now? Andee wanted to go out as a family.  I don't think I can do it...even for her sake.  But for her sake, I'd also rather not lest she hears harsh exchange of words again.  I can hear Andee crying over at mama's room.  She won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to go out and be alone, or I'll be the next one crying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3865334756545087049?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3865334756545087049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3865334756545087049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3865334756545087049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3865334756545087049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/tulala.html' title='Tulala'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3304776595473522665</id><published>2007-11-24T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:51.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Household help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0kYv9IX5vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQ7P2AyAN68/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136664062135363314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0kYv9IX5vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQ7P2AyAN68/s400/baby.bmp" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Received this from a forwarded email. Thought it was both insane and hilarious! Call it Japanese ingenuity! Let your little tyke crawl his way through your living room and help out polishing the floor while he's at it! Great idea, but imagine the dust and other particles he'll be collecting. That's rashes, allergies and asthma all in one package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.....probably those mop-like thingis are just to make sure the suit's sleeves and legs won't get worn out! hehe.. DUH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3304776595473522665?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3304776595473522665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3304776595473522665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3304776595473522665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3304776595473522665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/household-help.html' title='Household help!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0kYv9IX5vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pQ7P2AyAN68/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-204127110256164878</id><published>2007-11-22T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:51.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall kill your monstah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0dozdIX5tI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L1fFmzriiow/s1600-h/200px-Beowolfposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136189133241706194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0dozdIX5tI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L1fFmzriiow/s320/200px-Beowolfposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would have thought that the voice behind Mr. Beaver (&lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/main.html"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt;) would give a great impact and life to the triumphs and trials of the 6'6" Norse warrior of the legendary 8th century 3,000-line long epic &lt;a href="http://www.lone-star.net/literature/beowulf/beowulf.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Robert Zemekis' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beowulfmovie.com/"&gt;Beowulf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;3D&lt;/strong&gt; at the Imax Theater (Mall of Asia) . Never really paid much attention to this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beowulf"&gt;epic&lt;/a&gt; in high school english literature-- actually never really understood it! 75% of the class got confused between Beowulf and Grendel, from the name alone, that is, which is hero or foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Robert Zemekis' film adaptation contains and remains faithful to the characters and themes of the actual story, there is also a bit of 'spice' in it which involves Grendel's mother toward the movie's end. Something the would leave the viewers in thought, and something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually enticing, and since it's in 3D, it gives you heart-stopping adventure and scenes, -- the cobblestones at the beach, the spear from the guard you'd swear is directly pointing inches from your face, the fight between Beowulf and Grendel, with a lot more to drool on (hehe, and you guys out there thought you've got Angelina Jolie!) --Beowulf has to strip, as he says that the 'monstah' does not have any clothing or armour, therefore he has to fight fair! OMG he can fight all he wants! The fight scene happens in all his naked splendor. But of course, it's so fast and so well done that you'd thought you've seen 'it' but...tsk.tsk..too bad...! hahaha! I like this heartwarming scene (umm..not 'exactly' heartwarming 'visually', though) when Beowulf needed to sacrifice his arm in order to slay the dragon and save his queen and mistress. It's the look on his face that makes one feel his desperation! &lt;em&gt;*hikbi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three thumbs up! Bravo! Clap! Clap! Clap! &lt;em&gt;Nood tayo ulit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-204127110256164878?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/204127110256164878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=204127110256164878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/204127110256164878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/204127110256164878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-shall-kill-your-monstah.html' title='I shall kill your monstah!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/R0dozdIX5tI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L1fFmzriiow/s72-c/200px-Beowolfposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-6772042607594894857</id><published>2007-11-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:55:13.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post made me think!</title><content type='html'>This is perhaps one of the hardest posts I ever did. Hehe, my apologies to &lt;a href="http://fairywinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fortuitous Faery&lt;/a&gt;.. but this really made me think (which I am in dire need!) trying to decipher what to do!!! This was fun! should've finished this last week.... but it's this time of year for overtime at work!!!!  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO BLOG because....(this is taken from one of my posts way, way back as I was starting with blogging..&lt;em&gt;daya ba?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..... Oh well! So far my venture into this blog addiction served me well. It's the best therapy in town. From day one that I decided to open myself up to the WWW, I was able to improve my writing, be a lot more creative, discover new things and most of all, made new friends here and abroad! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, blogging gives me freedom and the responsibility not to abuse it. Blogging about the right things, opinions, or anything under the sun gives my inner feelings, mind and imagination more than enough space to 'run around'. I blog because it is a diary of events that will remain--- pages won't turn brown or tear, ink won't fade or blot, pictures won't change its colors! I also blog because people out there don't really know me. They get to see the 'real' me.. take it or leave it. Read my post one time and decide whether it's worth it coming back to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially blogged because of my art, my kids and my cats--- but now it seems that there is an endless list of possibilities, topics, opinions, etc. that I'd never knew I'd talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the guidelines from &lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monday Morning Power&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**Start Copy Here**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a voice;&lt;br /&gt;We must be heard;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we blog;&lt;br /&gt;Now spread the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This directory is based on a recent post that was conducted asking the question “Why do you Blog?” and the rewrite “Why do you Blog? - Reworked.” The purpose of this directory is to tell our tales by spreading the reasons that we blog to as many sites as possible. We get to explain ourselves, direct traffic to our site and highlight our most important, most representative or most relevant post in an SEO favorable format. This will be a positive experience for everyone who wants to get involved. This will enable you to create a short advertisement for your site that will be spread across the blogesphere; a growing directory of blogs.This is an open directory. You do not have to be tagged to join in. All you have to do is follow the rules.Please let me know when you have added your site by leaving a comment on “Master List” with a link to your post. This will insure an up-to-date list, giving you even greater distribution. You then need to copy the growing list back to your site on a regular bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this post from the very beginning through **End List Directory** and place it in your archives (back date it so that it does not appear on your front page. This list is too long for your front page.) Title this post "Spread The Word" Directory&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy from "**Start Copy Here**" through "**End Copy Here**"&lt;br /&gt;3. Paste into a new post&lt;br /&gt;4. Create an inventive post title&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a brief introduction to the post.&lt;br /&gt;6. Before “**End copy here**”, please add your name, site name (with link), a very brief description (2-3 sentences) of why you blog, and your most important, most representative, or most relevant post (with link.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Create a link from the end of your new post to your archived Directory (Ex. "Click here for complete directory")&lt;br /&gt;8. Tag others to participate. This is a request, not a requirement.&lt;br /&gt;9. Leave a comment and a link to your post on “&lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/2007/10/spread-word-complete-list.html"&gt;Master List&lt;/a&gt;.” That way I can grab your addition and add it to this growing list.&lt;br /&gt;10. Schedule regular visits to the "&lt;a href="http://mondaymorningpower.blogspot.com/2007/10/spread-word-complete-list.html"&gt;Master List&lt;/a&gt;" so you can copy/paste into your archive, keeping your list current.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME : I blog under my name &lt;strong&gt;Reia&lt;/strong&gt;, in a blog initially put up so I can talk about my art, my kids and my cats, aptly named &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'My Scratch Pad'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;-- a place where cats find satisfaction or relief from stress, as well as where 'humans' use for writing down thoughts, lists, or just doodle. I LIKE TO BLOG because, and I like to quote from one of my posts way, way back-- &lt;em&gt;"..... It's the best therapy in town. From day one that I decided to open myself up to the WWW, I was able to improve my writing, be a lot more creative, discover new things and most of all, made new friends here and abroad! " &lt;/em&gt;In addition, blogging gives me freedom and the responsibility not to abuse it. Blogging about the right things, opinions, or anything under the sun gives my inner feelings, mind and imagination more than enough space to 'run around'. I blog because it is a diary of events that will remain--- pages won't turn brown or tear, ink won't fade or blot, pictures won't change its colors! I also blog because people out there don't really know me. They get to see the 'real' me.. take it or leave it. Read my post one time and decide whether it's worth it coming back to read more. I do try to get the humor out but I also get sentimental at times. One of my favorite family posts are &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2006/08/tears-enough-to-rust-metal.html"&gt;Tears enough to rust metal &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/unframed-peacock-pressed-botanical-art.html"&gt;Unframed Peacock&lt;/a&gt; post for my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**End Copy Here**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a handfull! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2005/05/spread-word-masterlist.html"&gt;View the Complete Directory here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging you, cozin' Ives, Ganns, Tess T.. and for those dropping by... feel free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-6772042607594894857?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6772042607594894857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=6772042607594894857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6772042607594894857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/6772042607594894857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-post-made-me-think.html' title='This post made me think!'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829001.post-3601989234657683317</id><published>2007-11-09T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:18:44.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huwaaattt?!?</title><content type='html'>Due to uncontrollable circumstances, the &lt;strong&gt;Zaturnnah &lt;/strong&gt;musical in Cebu won't push thorugh next week. The show will instead take the stage in the first or second quarter of 2008. &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cak&lt;/a&gt; will still go to Cebu later this month for a book signing, at least to help drum up interest for the show. Instead of the 18th, the signing will take place on the &lt;strong&gt;25th&lt;/strong&gt;, 2:00pm to 5:00pm at the same venue--National Bookstore, SM Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabagay... &lt;/em&gt;better &lt;em&gt;na rin&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Pwedeng paghandaan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14829001-3601989234657683317?l=reiapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3601989234657683317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14829001&amp;postID=3601989234657683317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3601989234657683317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14829001/posts/default/3601989234657683317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reiapaul.blogspot.com/2007/11/huwaaattt.html' title='Huwaaattt?!?'/><author><name>Reia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908141165315773461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtweNDEn7Gc/TDx8Weo1cZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aLv_psdvdwU/S220/t128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
