<?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-14949069</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:27:51.788-07:00</updated><category term='Wala Lang'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='The End'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='bands'/><category term='lss'/><category term='N81'/><category term='tidbits'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Cha&apos;s Christening'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Daniel Radcliffe'/><category term='DACS'/><category term='24'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='csi'/><title type='text'>One Must Travel Far To Discover What Is Near.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-6315932804413681299</id><published>2007-11-24T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T07:33:49.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>A Tonic Reprise - Wolfgang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/R0hD9Pms2RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WP25-PtpmI0/s1600-h/Dax_03.threshold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/R0hD9Pms2RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WP25-PtpmI0/s400/Dax_03.threshold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136430094455986450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I lost my heart today but that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'cause now I am a man who has no heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul today but thats okay&lt;br /&gt;'cause now I am a man who has no soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't blackened the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you can't stem the tides from shore&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't tarnish all the leaves&lt;br /&gt;And you can't paint away the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hold the stars&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got nothing, nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my pride today but thats okay&lt;br /&gt;'cause now I am a man who has no pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't blackened the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you can't stem the tides from shore&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't tarnish all the leaves&lt;br /&gt;And you can't paint away the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hold the stars&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got nothing, nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-6315932804413681299?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6315932804413681299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=6315932804413681299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6315932804413681299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6315932804413681299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/11/tonic-reprise-wolfgang.html' title='A Tonic Reprise - Wolfgang'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/R0hD9Pms2RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WP25-PtpmI0/s72-c/Dax_03.threshold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-6345286593397494474</id><published>2007-11-11T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:46:44.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tidbits'/><title type='text'>Multi-tasking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RzdMcNHmIRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z2mUmf8qmFY/s1600-h/Dax_10a+comic+book+fx+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RzdMcNHmIRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z2mUmf8qmFY/s400/Dax_10a+comic+book+fx+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131654347853537554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to do a comic book on this one. But it doesn't look like one, except for the captioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the comic book effect tutorial, go to &lt;a href="http://www.photoshoproadmap.com/Photoshop-blog/2007/09/13/give-your-photos-a-retro-comic-book-effect/"&gt;Photoshoproadmap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this tip from &lt;a href="http://janep.org/"&gt;Janep&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this one was taken after I went shopping yesterday. I don't know, maybe I was just bored (as always) that I went out by myself. I usually don't go out... cause I don't have a car yet, and I'm not familiar with the place yet. And I don't like asking my cousin to drive me around. Heck, he can't even drive Grandma to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got to the shopping center by bus. I looked through the internet for directions, YEY for cyberspace! lol.... I only spent like an hour and 15 minutes to buy stuff. Whew! That's time breaking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-6345286593397494474?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6345286593397494474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=6345286593397494474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6345286593397494474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6345286593397494474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/11/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi-tasking?'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RzdMcNHmIRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z2mUmf8qmFY/s72-c/Dax_10a+comic+book+fx+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-3082808628742241198</id><published>2007-10-08T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:42:28.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N81'/><title type='text'>N81</title><content type='html'>I was just updating my wish list, and thought for a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the N81... and as I browse I found this &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/clips/nokia-n81-a-dedication-295320.php"&gt;link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's freaking funny, &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/clips/nokia-n81-a-dedication-295320.php"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-3082808628742241198?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3082808628742241198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=3082808628742241198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/3082808628742241198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/3082808628742241198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/10/n81.html' title='N81'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-6622519581681110496</id><published>2007-10-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:00:44.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Foggy Morning</title><content type='html'>Good morning guys. It's been centuries since our last post. Guess we've been pretty busy with our own messy lives. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept on waking up in the middle of the night, but I've missed the sun rise. I went out about 7am and took pictures of this foggy morning. I can't believe I went out just wearing a shirt and a short. It's freezing. I guess I love the cold, it kinda freezes your heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RwpRE2lmJwI/AAAAAAAAADY/6zXPXsgc3SI/s320/2007.10.08_03.a.jpg" alt="Where I stay... for now!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118993070274520834" border="0" /&gt;My aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RwpRJGlmJxI/AAAAAAAAADg/JZWfxLfJFtg/s320/2007.10.08_02.a.jpg" alt="In front of d hse" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118993143288964882" border="0" /&gt;In front of their house. I kinda like that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RwpRMGlmJyI/AAAAAAAAADo/HMhq9mr6jYg/s320/2007.10.08_04.a.jpg" alt="the middle" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118993194828572450" border="0" /&gt;The middle of both houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-6622519581681110496?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6622519581681110496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=6622519581681110496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6622519581681110496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/6622519581681110496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/10/foggy-morning.html' title='Foggy Morning'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RwpRE2lmJwI/AAAAAAAAADY/6zXPXsgc3SI/s72-c/2007.10.08_03.a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-4822051122048720441</id><published>2007-03-08T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:30:06.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End'/><title type='text'>Pass Muna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How's everybody?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Noticed that I'm the only one posting. I think I'll go to a hiatus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long everybody... Hope good things will go on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Anne for a new job. (Did you transfer na?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Che for the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Shar on your new degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me... wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed.... I'm not going home this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye guys. Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: maybe I'll start snail mailing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-4822051122048720441?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4822051122048720441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4822051122048720441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/pass-muna.html' title='Pass Muna'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-450567900562272114</id><published>2007-03-07T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:17:18.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lss'/><title type='text'>Not Ready...</title><content type='html'>I dunno what's up with me. I've been singing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-450567900562272114?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/450567900562272114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=450567900562272114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/450567900562272114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/450567900562272114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready...'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-7594087267149134416</id><published>2007-03-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:47:39.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Photo Blogs</title><content type='html'>I'm really interested in photography. I hope I can learn it. I've been looking up for a nice dSLR, and those are really expensive. Maybe I can save some for it. I think I need to buy a compact digital camera first before I venture to a dslr.  SLR are almost the same price as the compact digicams. Kaso I'll be spending on films, developing and all, at lenses pa kung gamay ko na. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil sa wala pa akong camera, I've been checking up on digital photography tutorials, photoshop, and photoblogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naadik ako sa mga photoblogs, especially yung mga may tips on how to get a nice shot. Sabi naman nila, nasa kukuha ng picture yun at wala sa camera. Minsan nga naiisip ko if naisip na nila ang kalalabasan ng picture before they take the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang pinaka fave kong picture. I can't copy it here. Just check the link, &lt;a href="http://www.j-roumagnac.net/index.php?showimage=240"&gt;Julien Roumagnac's PhotoBlog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update some links mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked the links from Phil. Blog Awards entry from &lt;a href="http://janep.org"&gt;Janep&lt;/a&gt;. Halatang wala akong magawa ano? heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-7594087267149134416?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7594087267149134416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=7594087267149134416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7594087267149134416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7594087267149134416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-blogs.html' title='Photo Blogs'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-9150832810815009104</id><published>2007-03-04T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:32:07.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Radcliffe'/><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>Heard that Daniel Radcliffe is doing a play and that was it. When I hanged out with my cousins last weekend, she mentioned it. She said some people are reacting to it because he smokes or something, maybe doing a bad image. They still see Harry Potter and not the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when I opened my browser, I saw this link about the play. So  I read it and even surf some sites, lol. Saw these pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Reu2ysPADfI/AAAAAAAAACc/vxmaYXnlyIE/s320/Equus.DanielR01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038321590127824370" border="0" /&gt;The one I read said that the play was sold out because they kinda circulate this picture of Dan with the horse. (I dunno which one though, there's a lot of pictures of Dan and the horse). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one picture of him with the article so I surfed around for reviews and stuff, and I found a lot of pictures of him half naked. Darn, maybe that is why they got mad, Harry Potter's all grown up.  Wonder what they'll gonna say when they see Harry Potter kissing Cho Chang on the next movie. That is if they are going to show it, or maybe just a smack? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Reu0Z8PADdI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wy8Fq3KzpHU/s320/Equus.DanielR02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038318965902806482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Reu0aMPADeI/AAAAAAAAACU/8JA3Ubk1MZI/s320/Equus.DanielR03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038318970197773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this. He can't even look at her thing. hehe. He was naked at the climax of the play.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... is that why some of the people were disappointed of him doing the play? Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Guess, he can not really outgrow being Harry Potter. What will the children think now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daniel Radcliffe signed in for the last 2 Harry Potter movies. They'll start shooting for the Half Blood Prince this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Hairy Harry... err Dan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-9150832810815009104?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/9150832810815009104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=9150832810815009104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/9150832810815009104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/9150832810815009104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Reu2ysPADfI/AAAAAAAAACc/vxmaYXnlyIE/s72-c/Equus.DanielR01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-1600484108009626862</id><published>2007-02-26T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:22:51.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Deadly Sin: Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Blog%20Items/canoscanLide600f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Blog%20Items/canoscanLide600f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so envious of Mama and Jhe's new gadgets, that I could not resist of buying for my own. Though it is 2nd to what I really want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got letters from credit companies informing me that they increased my credit limit. (Darn those companies) Tempting me to use my cc's. And yes, they succeeded. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I still have some self control left. I was tempted to buy the Rebel xti or the d40. I forced myself not to go the camera section or even looked at it. I went around some aisles so I can go to the videogames section where Jhe is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I bought him some new games for his PS3. I promised him I'm going to share for the PS3, and since he already got it, he said that I can just buy him some games. Weirdo! thought I can get out of that promise. New games for PS3 is 59.99 usd each. Still expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surfing around for a 35mm film scanner, reading reviews, specs and all. The ones that are only dedicated to scanning film and slides are very expensive, ranging from 600 and up, and some of them got bad reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last went to Best Buy to buy Mama's laptop, I saw these scanners from Canon and Epson. First I thought it was only for photos and then I saw the 35mm drawing on the box. So I made a note for the models and prices so I could look it up on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have average reveiw ratings, and good for beginners, and at reasonable price. (Canon is 155 and Epson 105).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so bored and our internet connection sucks. I can't do anything with my computer, except play with photoshop. (Yes Anne, I did the pictures. I just need to tweak it a bit before I put it on the blog). That's when I asked Jhe to go to Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was opting for the Epson because it was cheaper, but then when I saw Canon, I said 'what the heck'. A few extra bucks for a very nice and high resolution, though it can't scan slides. But it's cool I don't do slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I've been doing after? Yes you guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;Been scanning negatives til the wee hours of the morning, lol. I still haven't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of negatives. Good thing is that I already organized my negatives. I purchased some negative holders online and put them on a binder. Bad thing is, I forgot the dates when it was taken. That's why I want to turn them into digital so I can ask family and friends to tell me what the occasion was, and the date. Archiving is a pain in the ***. But a good practice (if you start it early, and not wait for a decade to past). Anyway, we are on the Digital Age. Digicams have exif data, so you don't have to spill your brains out thinking when it was taken, and what setting and scene did you use. You just make sure that you set the date and time right. (Hey Shar, your cam's time is not right. Exif data of the pictures you sent me was around 3 in the morning, heheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang muna. I know "INGGETERA" talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"those who commit the sin of Envy desire something that someone else has which they perceive themselves as lacking."  -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins"&gt;Wikepedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guilty rin ata ako sa Sloth/Laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-1600484108009626862?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1600484108009626862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=1600484108009626862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1600484108009626862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1600484108009626862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/deadly-sin-envy_26.html' title='Deadly Sin: Envy'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-7181897720999243556</id><published>2007-02-21T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:26:35.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dave Matthews is guesting on HOUSE.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. I got so excited that I thought it will be on last night.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. It will be on next week. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-7181897720999243556?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7181897720999243556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=7181897720999243556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7181897720999243556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7181897720999243556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/tidbits.html' title='tidbits'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-7459901531812266702</id><published>2007-02-20T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:47:32.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>My day today.. etc etc etc</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today. Thought of chatting with my brother. but then he's already gone. I only get to chat with Ate Mai in San Juan. They didn't get to chat either. My brother always go online earlier than my sis in law. Anyway, they'll get to see each other soon because my brother planned to go back to the Philippines and never come back to UAE. He said he misses his children, to heck with working abroad. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everything is simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----oOo-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ACS's pictures. Sharon said there is more to come. She's having a hard time uploading the pictures. I asked Anne if I can use these new pictures instead, for the main blogsite. Well, I just asked her on the tagboard so I don't have the answer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started putting back my old files and I'm not done yet. I forgot to make a backup of the photoshop brushes I downloaded. But I think I made a note on the blog where I got it. I didn't even have a photoshop file on the picture I made so I have to start from scratch again. I saved it on jpeg. Sayang. Tanga ko, I should have saved it on psd file for easier editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on the hunt for PS brushes and some fonts also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----oOo-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Jeff Vergara's &lt;a href="http://dubaichronicles.com/"&gt;Dubai Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;. (He's one of the flatmate's of my Tito Jess and Kuya Den. )  I liked his pictures. I was browsing his blog, from his early entries to present. I'm still in his  2005 entries. lol. So that's what I've been doing reading his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can buy my own camera now. I really like photography. Wish I can learn it. I really would like to have a camera where I can manipulate and experiment with the lenses, exposure, lighting, and whatever there is to manipulate. I think that way, you'll learn to take the best shots. So I'm thinking of buying a dslr. I've been surfing on which is best for beginners. All of them are expensive. Ranging from 800 upwards. So I better choose wisely if ever I'm going to buy one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wish wish wish  &lt;/span&gt;I was looking on Canon and Nikon. Canon Rebel xti and Nikon D40. But it's really too expensive for me. I could buy a 2-way ticket to Manila with that price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm also looking for a new digital camera where I can have manual controls to play around. I'm really looking for a canon but I don't know which one is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----oOo-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yah... my mother bought a new laptop. I don't why but she got it. It's loaded with Windows Vista. I think it was nice. I like the graphics. Anyway, it also have Google desktop. It was cool. It was located on the sidebar. It has updated news clips, weather, scratch pad, photo &amp; video clips and web clips. I really like the photo and web clips. On photo clips, it shows a slideshow of your pictures, either on your computer or on the web that you frequently visits. Then the web clips, it shows updated feeds of websites you visited. Of course, all these clips can be customized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really customized anything yet on her laptop. That's why I was like amazed when I saw the photo clips with pictures from Deisonline. And then on the web clips, new entries from Janep. I was like 'whoa... why are these here?' So I checked the configurations. It was so cool. hahah. I'm planning to download Google desktop on my pc. This is new for me. hahah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----oOo-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come to think of it.... my bro and mom got new toys. Inggit ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----oOo-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RdtMHnxy9qI/AAAAAAAAABY/snWx8FTtmn0/s1600-h/HP+TouchSmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RdtMHnxy9qI/AAAAAAAAABY/snWx8FTtmn0/s320/HP+TouchSmart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033700702337300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we were buying her laptop  at Bestbuy, I saw this cool desktop from HP. Kaso I'm not a fan of HP. anyway, this was so cool. I love the design. You don't have to worry about the bulky cpu. Everything you need is there and some more. You can access music, tv, movie and radio. Heck, you can even record live tv. It also has 8-in1 digital media card reader, built in cam, S video, audio and composite inputs. Yun nga lang 2048mb of memory, unlike others with 1gb memo. But then hard drive is 320gb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that this is a touch screen monitor? Hahaha... I was playing with this stuff while we wait on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm beggining to fall in love with an Apple. hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/14949069-7459901531812266702?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7459901531812266702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=7459901531812266702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7459901531812266702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7459901531812266702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-day-today-etc-etc-etc.html' title='My day today.. etc etc etc'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RdtMHnxy9qI/AAAAAAAAABY/snWx8FTtmn0/s72-c/HP+TouchSmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-2370520573024701533</id><published>2007-02-13T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:25:47.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Lucky B*st*rd</title><content type='html'>my bro got a new PS3 today.  how come they can't buy me my slr???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only got a new pair of Nike shoes.  so let's see.. PS3 to Nike.&lt;br /&gt;that's  24 pairs of Nike shoes and i got my shoes on sale.&lt;br /&gt;hmp... lucky b*st*rd !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled talaga!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-2370520573024701533?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2370520573024701533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=2370520573024701533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2370520573024701533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2370520573024701533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/lucky-bstrd.html' title='Lucky B*st*rd'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-8558207586140130643</id><published>2007-02-11T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:53:11.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've ridden a bus.  Today, in a spurn of the moment my mother wanted to go to the mall and buy some stuff for the package. (It was early morning!) But then when we went out, the car was gone. Jhe  went somewhere without telling us. Ma said that we'll just take the bus. And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting time was only 10mins, not bad. (We missed the first one because Ma's on the phone and won't cross the street). So anyway, I've noticed some changes. First I've noticed the flat screen tv. It's not the regular tv where you can watch some tv programs though. It's mostly advertisements, the weather, some news, and some trivias. Then, there's the signboards where it shows the date and time. There's also the automated announcements, where it announces the bus stop and the next. So you would know where you are. While it announces the place, it is also on the signboard. When you hit the stop button, it announces it too and passengers are asked to exit on the rear. Clever, for most of the passengers goes to the front. It will save time if they exit on the rear, so new passengers can aboard the bus. And there's still the camera. I've noticed there's two, one near the driver and one near the exit. Meron ding small tv on the driver side, it is use to see the right side of the bus. I dunno what the purpose though, if its to see when they are changing lanes or to see if some are going in on the rear, hahaha. I think it is a great help also because the driver can see clearly especially at night time. I used to go home late from school before and I always look on that small screen. It was weird because on the screen it looked like it was daytime. so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang it's a short trip. I got annoyed of the announcements.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;approaching Brand St. next stop Central.... Stop requested. Please exit on the rear.... approaching.... stop...  &lt;/span&gt;hay naku!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-8558207586140130643?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8558207586140130643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=8558207586140130643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/8558207586140130643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/8558207586140130643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/bus-ride.html' title='Bus Ride'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-5120667216179039105</id><published>2007-02-08T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:34:08.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Grissom's back</title><content type='html'>Yeah, he came back.&lt;br /&gt;Keppler is a  sad story.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-5120667216179039105?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5120667216179039105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=5120667216179039105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/5120667216179039105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/5120667216179039105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/grissoms-back.html' title='Grissom&apos;s back'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-8967667174629099985</id><published>2007-02-07T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:37:40.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tired. See.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-8967667174629099985?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8967667174629099985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=8967667174629099985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/8967667174629099985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/8967667174629099985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-4590807552008251759</id><published>2007-02-02T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:57:27.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wala Lang'/><title type='text'>Tuwa lang ako...</title><content type='html'>wala lang. just heard that Bamboo and PNE are gonna be here. So I checked &lt;a href="http://www.bamboo.com.ph/"&gt;Bamboo's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://parokyaband.com/"&gt;Parokya's&lt;/a&gt; gig schedule. They'll be here on March 17 at the Avalon (Vine St., Hollywood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso nga lang nasa Pinas ang cam ko. hopefully i can have my cds signed. yung bigay ni Annetot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be released on July 21.  can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;Order of the Phoenix movie: July 13&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/"&gt;JKRowling site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i dunno if i can watch this. there's no movie theater in Cordova. You have to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-4590807552008251759?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4590807552008251759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=4590807552008251759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4590807552008251759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4590807552008251759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/tuwa-lang-ako.html' title='Tuwa lang ako...'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-11133882083705528</id><published>2007-02-01T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:00:04.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DACS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Che!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceholidaygraphics.com/birthday/graphics/index.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceholidaygraphics.com/birthday/graphics/myspace_birthday_graphic19.gif" alt="Birthday Dividers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceholidaygraphics.com/birthday/graphics/index.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceholidaygraphics.com/birthday/graphics/myspace_birthday_graphic10.gif" alt="Birthday Dividers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Cherrylogo.jpg" bg="" color="transparent" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-11133882083705528?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/11133882083705528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=11133882083705528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/11133882083705528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/11133882083705528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-che.html' title='Happy Birthday Che!'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-4156927780993098668</id><published>2007-01-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:59:39.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DACS'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, thank you very much for all the goodies you've sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention yung Wolfgang cd. heheh. and the New York spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayahin ko sana si Anne nag-take pic kaso di dala ni Jhe yung cam ko. *hikbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa lahat. I like all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/14949069-4156927780993098668?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4156927780993098668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=4156927780993098668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4156927780993098668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/4156927780993098668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-1072236242389412375</id><published>2007-01-20T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:35:41.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Leaving Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>It really happened. William Peterson's really taking his break. I saw the trailer of the episode "Leaving Las Vegas" a few weeks back. I thought it was just a gimmick or something where Grissom's saying goodbye to his team.  Alas, I missed that show.  When I finally watched CSI last week, there's this new guy. I dunno his name but he was the "running president" in the "The Manchurian Candidate" and his the "father" in "The Omen."  (maybe I can surf and find his name huh?, hehe).  Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After surfing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Grissom's in a 4-week sabbatical. He did tell Warrick that he'll be back in 4 weeks when Warrick hugged him, thinking Grissom's won't be back. So we'll see if Peterson's really going back after that. Some say that Peterson's doing a theater work that's why he needs the break. But then he did say on some interviews that "he's tired of playing Gil" and that he will not be there permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big question now is "Will he return after his supposedly vacation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: crosshair; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/LievSchreiber.jpg" alt="Picture from Starpulse.com" border="1" /&gt;On that other guy.... they have this commercial "&lt;a href="http://keppler.cbs.com/"&gt;whoiskeppler.com&lt;/a&gt;"  So I went to that site. His name is Liev Schreiber. I didn't get much info on his character because all of it are in video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like Grissom in the &lt;a href="http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Schreiber,_Liev/gallery/JTM-020511/"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;. heheh. Well, he doesn't have any facial hair on CSI. It would be too creepy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next epi is that Nick, Warrick, Sarah and Greg are going to be against Catherine. One of them (Nick?)  says "We can't trust her anymore."  I was sort of worried when I saw that preview. I was thinking what was going on on CSI, they are slowly breaking apart. But then I went to their site and the episode summary says that Catherine must deceive her team so that they can catch a killer. So I don't have to worry anymore, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is better not to go their site. Better watch everything on tv. Well maybe if I missed an epi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-1072236242389412375?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1072236242389412375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=1072236242389412375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1072236242389412375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1072236242389412375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/leaving-las-vegas.html' title='Leaving Las Vegas'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-3195212026660929716</id><published>2007-01-17T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:11:12.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Jack Is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: help;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Ra6no5Sr1zI/AAAAAAAAABA/OGRsCx1dB5g/s320/S6-Promo-Group.jpg" alt="24  Season 6: Picture from Kiefer-rocks.com" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021134955580479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/story/485653p-408895c.html"&gt;"All Hail The Power of Bauer"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/story/485653p-408895c.html"&gt; - New York Daily News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was kind of confused when I watched the first episode of 24. I have the Season 5 dvd and they showed a different trailer for season 6. So I thought it was going to be in China. It showed him in a prison where he was being tortured to name a Chinese agent who was helping the Americans. And it was said that Jack didn't uttered any word during his capture. And so this Chinese agent, who looked like Marcos, lol, set him up. One day two American agents came to rescue him. As they were in a safe area, one of the Chinese agent who was suspected of helping the Americans was there. The American agent said that he (the suspected Chinese) helped them and Jack just nodded to that guy. And then came "Marcos" shooting the suspected Chinese on his temple. After that, he thanked Jack for identifying the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it. that's why i thought it will be in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, season 6 looks promising. Though I really don't know what to expect anymore. (which I think is good.).  Jack was so broken, ready to die any day for a good cause, ready to do what needs to be done for the good of the country. Wow, such drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't believe that he'd kill ------ (a good friend). He even threw up after. It really sucks to be Jack. What else can you do with a tortured soul? Torture it some more? hehehe... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Jack is really back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, the first 4 hours of season 6 is now available on dvd. I'm supposed to say "wow, they are fast." but then &lt;a href="http://www.janep.org/2007/01/08/24-season-6-leak/"&gt;AJ blogged about the leakage already.&lt;/a&gt;  I'm thinking if they have ripped the next episodes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: help;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Ra6od5Sr10I/AAAAAAAAABI/mrP2VuiKDzM/s320/kiefer.jpg" alt="Picture featured in LA Times. More on Kiefer-rocks.com" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021135866113546050" border="0" /&gt;Kiefer rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they are cooking up for 24 the movie. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monday nights rock.  8pm Prison Break, 9pm 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to the tv these past few days. And now I'm having a headache. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pictures from &lt;a href="http://www.kiefer-rocks.com/"&gt;Kiefer-rocks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-3195212026660929716?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3195212026660929716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=3195212026660929716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/3195212026660929716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/3195212026660929716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/jack-is-back.html' title='Jack Is Back'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Ra6no5Sr1zI/AAAAAAAAABA/OGRsCx1dB5g/s72-c/S6-Promo-Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-7546916536303833024</id><published>2007-01-11T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:51:22.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Great Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RabKUZSr1yI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hFwOk1NONSU/s200/the+alchemist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018921286486447906" border="0" /&gt;I finished reading this great book last Monday. It was my Christmas gift from Gigi. She did choose well. I remember we were discussing of venturing out to some other books, for we always read fiction books. I remember telling her about the books Noside sent me, the whole Bob Ong books, you know about things in life and all that. hehehe... We even tried looking up Robert Fulghum. But then we didn't get to check him out because I couldn't remember his last name when we were at the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the book is The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.  It is about following your own dreams no matter what. I remember I cried when I read just the introduction of the book. (Or maybe I was just emotional in the mornings? heheh). Imagine, just the intro. I was wowed. I read the book in 8 hours. (We were in the hospital, that's why.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better after reading this book. I think it just takes a while for me to really live up my dreams. Or maybe I'm just like the glass merchant in the book. Just content of having a dream. I hope I can be as persevere as Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say anything anymore, I might cry. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are planning to buy a book, this is a good buy. I hope you guys will read it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-7546916536303833024?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7546916536303833024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=7546916536303833024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7546916536303833024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/7546916536303833024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-book.html' title='Great Book'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RabKUZSr1yI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hFwOk1NONSU/s72-c/the+alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-287652400721621492</id><published>2007-01-11T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:44:48.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bands'/><title type='text'>hikbi</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i missed this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doranne.multiply.com/photos/photo/84/79"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: help;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Raa5BZ13KzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3u4P3PoIwM/s320/Razorback+Concert+07-1132.jpg" alt="pic from Kaleidoscope Eyes" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018902268518804274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alive 2007&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Got this picture from &lt;a href="http://doranne.multiply.com/photos/album/84"&gt;Marmalade Skies&lt;/a&gt;  Check out her site. More pictures of Razorback and Basti.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was disappointed when Wolfgang broke up. I was elated when they formed Lokomotiv. I got pissed when Basti left Lokomotiv because I haven't watched them performed here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more pissed (is that a phrase?),  when I knew that I could have watched their reunion concert. (if my plan pushed thru.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was lost. When would there be another concert like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-287652400721621492?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/287652400721621492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=287652400721621492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/287652400721621492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/287652400721621492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/hikbi.html' title='hikbi'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/Raa5BZ13KzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3u4P3PoIwM/s72-c/Razorback+Concert+07-1132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-694241954418624202</id><published>2007-01-05T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:11:12.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-54.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970191845460&amp;amp;site=widget-54.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC's creation. She did this while I was cooking. She did an excelent job. hehehe. (She is here while I was writing this, so I have to say that. hehehehehe, jk). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since we last hang out together, just the two of us. After this, we are going to watch LOTR extended versions of course. heheheh... We've been planning that for centuries now, and this is only time that we are finally doing it. So...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-694241954418624202?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/694241954418624202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=694241954418624202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/694241954418624202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/694241954418624202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Slides'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-1807166332840400614</id><published>2006-12-18T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:30:44.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: crosshair;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RYbr2hzw76I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TMKNwATRS5E/s200/tl+004+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009950957517205410" border="0" /&gt;Can you give up your own happiness for the sake of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Can you give up your one true love to your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Would you go that far to make your friends happy?&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive your friend for all the hell she'd given you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still be there when everything falls apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pa palang taong ganito. I was moved. I was crying. Hindi ko alam bakit kapag may nakikita akong umiiyak eh nakikiiyak din ako.  Their friendship lasted for so many decades, mga 60 years, but then her friend died of old age just last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm talking about? Wala lang. I was watching MMK, hehehe. Pero grabe, she did all that for her friend. Ikaw ba, kaya mong ibigay yung taong pinakamamahal mo sa kaibigan mo? Tapos you'll still be friends?  When there's a chance of making your own family at magandang buhay, ipapasantabi mo yun para lang sa kaibigan mo? And when she just banished and left you her children, would you still be there when she returns? Buti sana kung may trabaho, eh ang kaso nagbabasura ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero their friendship survived despite of everything that gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo kaya? Can we last that long? Maski mga matatandang hukluban na tayo? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Despite of our differences... magkakaibang pananaw sa buhay... kanya-kanyang ginagalawang mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip tuloy, siguro tomboy yung girl. hahaha. joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;Basta ako, I love my best friends. Maski na mga loka-loka sila. Kahit na hindi nila ako sama sa mga gimik (heheh). Kahit na may sarili silang mga pamilya. Kahit na nagkakainitan sila ng ulo minsan (o madalas ba?). Kahit na ang sarap nilang pag-uumpugin minsan. I love them all. I love their good and bad sides because that's who they are. Maski minsan pasaway! Mwuah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-1807166332840400614?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1807166332840400614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=1807166332840400614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1807166332840400614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1807166332840400614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-what-friends-are.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fm1TM6ipFT8/RYbr2hzw76I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TMKNwATRS5E/s72-c/tl+004+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-2596892491729799221</id><published>2006-12-14T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T04:57:33.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Roommates</title><content type='html'>I thought it’s going to be very hard that Dos will be away for two months for a study grant in India. He is our official cook! We would die of empty stomach! Okay, exaggerated. But Dos is not only our official cook. He’s the one in charge of the garbage and other male chores. Who would take charge now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, we are surviving. If you want to eat the foods you have in mind, then cook! Otherwise we buy processed foods or whatever edible stuff or have dinner outside. Or not eat at all. Or be thankful that you have a very generous sister who also has a boyfriend sweet enough to buy bucket of KFC chicken and starbucks drinks for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYFGDtsuPwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JTKag1aQCQA/s1600-h/kfc+and+starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYFGDtsuPwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JTKag1aQCQA/s320/kfc+and+starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008361290233429762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding male chores, everyone takes turns. Of course there are still unavoidable sister fights that would sometimes end up banging the doors of our rooms and shouting but after that we talk and act like nothing happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister bonding if I may say. This is the time where we are living like roommates. First time since both of them stayed in Baguio during their college days and, I of course, spent college days here in Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice. At first I thought it’s going to be hard. We are bonding and fighting but it’s nice. Imperfect but also very normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I get to walk around the house, sometimes, wearing only my undies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I also took this chance to tell Dos to buy me an original copy of Kama Sutra book! They thought I was just kidding but realized I wasn't when I keep on reminding Honeylet to remind Dos about the book. He was very surprised and asked, “What are you going to use it for?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him, “for future use!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys want copies…BEG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-2596892491729799221?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2596892491729799221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=2596892491729799221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2596892491729799221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2596892491729799221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/roommates.html' title='Roommates'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYFGDtsuPwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JTKag1aQCQA/s72-c/kfc+and+starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-1409660588211884357</id><published>2006-12-13T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:03:25.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cha&apos;s Christening'/><title type='text'>Ninang Ulit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYDgVNsuPrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-Hz7QY8elwk/s400/chaschristening.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008249440695107250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pictures taken during the Christening of Tom’s first baby. Sharon and I were both grandparents. Che and Darlene were Ninangs also but they can’t make it to the event. Nyway, Ninang pa rin sila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYDm5tsuPtI/AAAAAAAAABU/mcqzou_23Yg/s400/chas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008256664830099154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first time we’ve seen Tom after, I think if I’m right, 8 years?! It’s good to see Tom. He hasn’t changed. Still the gentleman, maasikaso and malakas mang asar na Tom! Even the looks haven’t changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYDo-9suPvI/AAAAAAAAABo/yUGE77P3hNA/s400/Sha%26Anne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008258954047667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-1409660588211884357?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1409660588211884357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=1409660588211884357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1409660588211884357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/1409660588211884357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/chas-christening.html' title='Ninang Ulit'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gytNbbMzJ6w/RYDgVNsuPrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-Hz7QY8elwk/s72-c/chaschristening.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-2431006305087389605</id><published>2006-12-13T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:48:20.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Hawak Kamay</title><content type='html'>What I particularly like about this song is it can pertain to friendship and all other kind of relationship. Try to listen to it bes and let me know you insight on it. Kung jologs ba o ano. Ganda ng boses ng singer dito, parang si Julia Clarete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/hawak_kamay.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hawak Kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Yeng Constantino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan madarama mo kay bigat ng problema&lt;br /&gt;Minsan mahihirapan ka at masasabing "di ko makakaya"&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;br /&gt;Di kaya ako'y tawagin&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mong kahit kailan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Hawak-kamay&lt;br /&gt;Di kita iiwan sa paglakbay&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa mundong walang katiyakan&lt;br /&gt;Hawak-kamay&lt;br /&gt;Di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan madarama mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang mundo'y gumuho sa ilalim ng iyong mga paa&lt;br /&gt;At ang agos ng problema'y tinatangay ka&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;br /&gt;Di kaya ako'y tawagin&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mong kahit kailan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong sabihin nag-iisa ka&lt;br /&gt;Laging isipin meron kang kasama&lt;br /&gt;Narito ako oh, Narito ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Hawak-kamay, Hawak-kamay&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-2431006305087389605?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2431006305087389605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=2431006305087389605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2431006305087389605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/2431006305087389605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-particularly-like-about-this.html' title='Hawak Kamay'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116563237005086752</id><published>2006-12-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:48:22.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime I get the chance to listen to old music like this, it was like going back to my childhood. When I was just starting to build my dreams and creating the game plan.  I was never a son and will never be a father, but I always like this song.  Maybe because I was like that when I was younger - never had the chance to speak but always have told to listen.  Good that I listened in most part. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;Its not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Youre still young, thats your fault,&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much you have to know.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy,&lt;br /&gt;To be calm when youve found something going on.&lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything youve got.&lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.&lt;br /&gt;Its always been the same, same old story.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;Its not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Youre still young, thats your fault,&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much you have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;(son-- away away away, I know I have to&lt;br /&gt;Make this decision alone - no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, but its harder to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;If they were right, Id agree, but its them you know not me.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(father-- stay stay stay, why must you go and&lt;br /&gt;Make this decision alone? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116563237005086752?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116563237005086752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116563237005086752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116563237005086752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116563237005086752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/father-son.html' title='Father &amp; Son'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116498885968968655</id><published>2006-12-01T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:09:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being Te Arts</title><content type='html'>Call me maarte, mapili, feeling or whatever you may want to call me! I don't care! Kanya kanya tayo pagdating sa friendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad. I'm just hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been deleting friends in my friendster account. Why? Coz I can hardly remember who those people are! I realized maybe I just added them before when friendster was just starting. Those were the days when you would just accept and accept and accept friends so it would look nice if you've got lot of friends. Kaya nga friendster di ba! But I realized that it would really be nice somehow if you know who are in your friends list. Right? Yung tipong masasabi mo man lang na officemate mo to dati na kasabay mo mag lunch lagi kasi nililibre ka ng ice cream, classmate mo nung high school na pinapakopya ka madalas pag exams, binato mo nung college, etc.. Yung may kwento naman kahit papano. O sige fine, yung tipong kahit nag hi-hello man lang na kayo. At hindi yung "sino nga ba to? san ko nga ba to nakilala?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides you know I'm really OC when it comes to accepting people in my privy life. I may be very accomodating and approachable but I just don't TELL to you right away my preferences and it takes time before I can truly talk to you about anything under the sun which may not also happen even if we know each other for a long time now. Because that is not a guarantee for me but TRUST and GAAN NG LOOB does. Pero pag nagustuhan naman kita or magaan talaga loob ko sayo, I'll be the one to add you in my list and I'm not stopping from there. I'll force you to log in and tell you to accept me immediately! As in ASAP! Ganun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I have deleted peeps and I've also declined some peeps who added me. Minsan nga sabi ko "Sino kaya tong V___ C____ na to? Di ko to kilala! Kotse pa ang picture! Susko!" Yun pala sya yung tahimik lang na technical dun sa kasuluk sulukan sa office namin. Besides kalilipat ko lang din ng department. Pinakilala ako isa-isa sa kanila pero aminin natin na di mo matatandaan agad ang pangalan ng mga yun lahat di ba? So I think I should be forgiven. Pero di ko pa rin sya ina-add. Why? Read my 3rd paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116498885968968655?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116498885968968655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116498885968968655' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116498885968968655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116498885968968655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-being-te-arts.html' title='On being Te Arts'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116457924570909020</id><published>2006-11-26T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:18:58.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies. My cousins are all grown up now. It's been ages since I last saw them, and seeing them the other day, I just can't help asking myself what happened to the years that went by, what did I do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi was wearing nail polish now and her hair was styled differently while KC is taller than me now and she's been accessorizing. They were different now from those girls that I met from the airport almost 10 years ago. I still can't believe that Gigi is already 18,  in collge and driving in the freeway now. (I still haven't gone to the freeway!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even speechless when they told me that they already have or had a boyfriend. I know they've been waiting for me to say something. They kept asking me if I have questions about "it." I just asked simple questions and they kept asking if there's any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to think or say. I know they value my opinion and all, but it's ok with me that I know. And I don't want to know exactly the details of what they do or how they spend time. It's their private thing. And I'm happy that they are experiencing love and all that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really hit me hard to think of the years I've wasted.  It's almost 10 years and I'm still the same. It's like time stopped for me at 21, still the happy-go-lucky-come-what-may girl. At the fitting room with KC, I looked hard in the mirror, I still see myself the same. Wearing shirt and jeans, just like in college. But then I looked older. Maybe like a "manang" or something. Maybe I'll be like this Lola in jeans. I just can't see myself wearing girly clothes like older people do, or even wear girly shoes.  Well that's only the physical side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't worked on my future yet. I really don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes I think of what really is my purpose in life or if it's better that I should die na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116457924570909020?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116457924570909020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116457924570909020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116457924570909020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116457924570909020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116325931516222764</id><published>2006-11-11T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T07:35:24.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Part of Me</title><content type='html'>Most of the times that I strived of something were because I've wanted change to happen. I wanted to escape from someone or something that for me should be a thing of the past and therefore be forgotten - left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be able to put a face afront, a face and a life without that "part" we always try to pretend to have not existed. Not because we intend to mislead but plainly because of the fear. The fear of rejection, being belittled and prejudice.  It may seem misleading to some people who have always thought they know us inside out. But they have no idea how much struggle there is to it being someone hating a part of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is only a few understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read a lot about acceptance and forgiveness - even being solicited advices for that. Living the words is another thing for me. It's just hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116325931516222764?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116325931516222764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116325931516222764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116325931516222764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116325931516222764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-of-me.html' title='A Part of Me'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116321850755305882</id><published>2006-11-10T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:15:07.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mag-anak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/Family%20Pic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/Family%20Pic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehehehe...dahil sa wala akong magawa at dahil hindi ko sila matawagan dahil binato ni Bien ang cp at tuluyan ng nasira, kinuhaan ko ang kaisa-isang picture namin na dala ko dito. Eto ung iniiyakan ko sa higit kumulang na 3 linggo. Ngaun ndi na ako umiiyak pero nalulungkot pa rin ako lalo na pag naiisip kong hindi ko na nakakarga ung bunso ko at hindi ko na sila naasikaso. This pic is super special to me kse kumpleto kami dito, 1st pic namin together, 1st visit ni Bientong sa SM at magka-partner ung magkakulay at magkamukha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116321850755305882?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116321850755305882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116321850755305882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116321850755305882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116321850755305882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/ang-mag-anak.html' title='Ang Mag-anak'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116291929288685604</id><published>2006-11-07T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:35:01.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days To Go</title><content type='html'>11 days na lang po...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, aside from the kids being sick now, may mga nabalita naman sa akin na natuwa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien - before I came here, he has this habit of biting the foam (bed dapat un kaya lng wala syang damit, so bedsheet lang and pag nagulo ung bedsheet, lilitaw na ung foam). So ung isang side non, kinakagat na nya. But lately, natakot na daw ung Papa nila na ang matira is ung hinihigaan nya so nagpatahi na sya ng damit for the foam. Na-imagine ko lang ung bunso ko. Nung nandon pa ako, pag nahuhuli ko sya, kitang kita ko pa ung blue foam between his teeth tapos tatakbo un papalayo. Ang kulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Dale - eto ang mejo kinabahan ako. Mukhang magpapabili na un ng celfon. Marunong na daw magtext. Kung anu-ano daw ang sini-send don sa ym ko na messages e wala namang load ung cp ni Papa nya. Natuwa lang ako kse at least pag pasko, sya na lang bahalang mag text sa mga Ninong and Ninang nyang balak magtago (?)...hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - nangangayayat na daw sila. Napansin daw ni Mama. Oo nga, kita ko rin un sa cam. Tapos ako lumulobo na dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116291929288685604?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116291929288685604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116291929288685604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116291929288685604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116291929288685604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/11-days-to-go.html' title='11 Days To Go'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116284553414811359</id><published>2006-11-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:38:54.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days To Go</title><content type='html'>Yehey - konti na lang magkikita-kita na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, nakakalungkot din (hehehehe). Honestly, gusto ko kse dito. Environment, weather and lifestyle wise - but I want them to be with me, especially the kids. It's them that holding me back from the enjoying the whole experience. Guilt-stricken ako e. Feeling ko kse they don't have much there then ako...you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bad news came to me last week, sira daw ung tv naming Japan surplus. We bought that mga 2004 sa halagang P1,200.00 and now sira na sya. Sabi ko, parang nagdadalawang isip na akong umuwi...hehehehe, siraulo daw ako sabi ni negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days na lang..uuwi na ako. Ano kayang effect ng training na to sa akin? Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116284553414811359?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116284553414811359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116284553414811359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116284553414811359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116284553414811359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/12-days-to-go.html' title='12 Days To Go'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116252507209888440</id><published>2006-11-02T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>Aside from being hooked up with Law and Order and Without a trace, for the past days I also been watching movies a lot - movies that I got from Anne's profile to be good - so to see it for myself, I watched them. And here are some of them (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message in a Bottle - this is the 2nd latest. I was at first moved - maybe because I longed being in a man's arms, smelling his natural scent and missing just being beside him. In all of his movies that I watched, dito lang ako na-gwapuhan kay Kevin Costner. Parang nararamdaman ko ung nararamdaman nung girl sa kanya. Then I was eventually disappointed. Out of nowhere, namatay sya. He could have waited and sailed pag wala ng bagyo.For me, it was a twist uncalled for. Mas na-appreciate ko pa ung mga twists sa "Saw" series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy at the Gates - great war movie. Minsan lang ako manood ng ganitong type, not a fan. But I was thrilled to see the lead actor in Killing Me Softly in this movie.Not that I hoped to see him wild and bold no, na-excite lang. Second time to see him in a flick. Anyway, what I like in this movie is the truth that whatever the circumstance is, hope is indispensable and that heroes are needed to create another hero, another country.Ang drama, pero totoo naman e. Un nga lang, ung nakalagay sa profile ni Anne is Enemy of the State.Tanga no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin Brockovich - after watching this, i just wished I could be like her. Super woman, sexy and charming. Ni isa sa mga un wala ata ako. I just admire her wit and guts. Alam nyo naman ako basta involve ang kids e nata-touched talaga so I cried, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian Job and Ocean's 11 - same plot. Pero mahilig talaga ako sa ganitong movie kaya pinanood ko pareho. Surprisingly, maganda pala ang Italian Job. I had no idea, as in. Glad that Edward Norton was there. He's been a fave since "Primal Fear" nung 90's. Galing na actor.And a Ocean's 11 is movie with a bunch of well-known actors so san ka pa?! Hay, sana lang may bed scene si Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, yan pa lang ang nadagdag sa kin aside of course sa The Notebook na sumaid ata ng luha ko. Ndi ko pa napapanood to, we've always dreamed of growing old together, making love pa rin and holding hands while walking - yikes, ang baduy na tapos manyakis pa rin kahit matatanda na!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116252507209888440?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116252507209888440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116252507209888440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116252507209888440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116252507209888440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116244161366104765</id><published>2006-11-01T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:58:40.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakwatsa 9.15-23.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanep magtrip: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to go to Stockton. It was crazy. Jhe and I had a misunderstanding on when to go. I didn't know that we were supposed to go on that day (Friday, 15). Mama said that Kuya Rommy left a voice message asking if we went already because they were supposed to pick us up on the train station. And when I told Jhe about it and asked him what he told Kuya Rommy, he was like "Oh yah, we are going today." Sabi ko "What? Alam mo ba kung anong oras na?" And he said "ok lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I get ready. I asked him anong plano. He just said he's sorry that he looked on the net already and there's no bus or train going there. Eh nakakahiya naman so I told him to get ready and we were just gonna rent a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 4pm. It was a long drive, 5.5 hours. We got there around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lake Tahoe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;This is Brian. Kuya Rommy's nephew.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lake Tahoe on Sunday, Sept. 17. We were supposed to go home that day but they wont let us. They wanted us to stay for another week. Actually, they wont let us go home anymore. lol. They wanted us to stay there til the New Year. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;These are the girls. Ate Perlita, forgot her name, Ate Lily and Ate Nieves.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kuya Jhe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;In the car with Isiah. Ang kulit nito. Nagtatagalog.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Reno, Nevada. I forgot what casino this was though. Kuya Jhe gambled, ako tagabantay ng mga bata. hehehe. We played in the arcade. Then uwian na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next day... San Francisco: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Windmills ba? Hindi ko alam tawag dito. Nadaanan lang namin. First time to go here. Ang nakakainis pa nito I forgot to bring my digicam. Kainis. Di rin namin alam na malapit ang SF, 3hrs galing sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tripping sa loob ng van. Sa haba ng driving, eto trip namin. Nagpatugtog ng concert ni Ogie Alcasid. Maganda especially yung medley ng mga 80s new wave songs. Lahat kami kumakanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ate Lily and Kuya Rommy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Natuwa lang ako sa place. Ang tagal pa rin eh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, Treasure Island Bridge (?), maliit nga lang ang kuha. From there you can see the San Francisco Bridge, the small island is the Alcatraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tourist Spots.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/LakeTahoe-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We took a boat trip going to the Bridge and to Alcatraz. A lot of seagulls near the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ako, Bri &amp; Ate Lily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;With Kuya Rommy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Jhe went to the 2nd floor and took these pictures.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/SF07.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Alcatraz. Sayang di nadevelop yung closer shot nito. Hirap talaga ng walang digicam. tsk tsk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uwian na: 9.21.06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/I5-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Filipino Center Building. Wala lang. Sabi lang ni Jhe kuhaan ko eh. This is still in Stockton. Pauwi na kami.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/I5-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Nakakatuwa ito. I've been taking a shot of those signage. heheh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/I5-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;We went to Stockton na gabi na. So eto ang daytime trip namin. Maraming farm ng grapes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/I5-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Si Bajhe ang aking driver.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/I5-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sabi nya to take a picture of this moving house. Katuwa raw kasi. Saan naman kaya ito itatayo?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gigi's birthday: 9.23.06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debut ito ni Gigi. She didn't like those regular "girly" debut party. Kaya munting salo-salo lang. Sa dami ng tao, we just hang out on their play room. Billiards lang sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At ako naman nakaupo sa bar. heheh. Inuman kunwari. Arbor Mist lang kaya walang tama, then some margarita na hinaluan ng vodka. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tawa kami ng tawa sa cake nya. KC chose this for her. Pero masarap naman. Free spidey toy hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gigi with some of her gifts. I told her kasi that I wanna see her reaction on my gift. KC brought some of the stuff downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ayan, may infamous gift. Hindi pa nila napansin na I wrapped it with newspaper and the tie is actually the plastic bag where I bought it. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Opening time, ang dami ng newspapers na natanggal. hahaha, may balot pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Gigi's still smiling. Sabi nya sa akin after, hindi pa rin daw nya ma-absorb na may ipod na sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Eto, from KC's. Ang all time fave ni Gigi na brownies. Every year on her birthday, she gets this from KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%203rd%20Wk%2006/DSCN2075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy week. I didn't even had the chance to call Noside on his birthday. Buti na lang, hindi nagtampo. But I did call him after. Birthday ng mag-ama ko eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116244161366104765?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116244161366104765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116244161366104765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116244161366104765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116244161366104765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/11/lakwatsa-915-2306.html' title='Lakwatsa 9.15-23.06'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116226962521515544</id><published>2006-10-30T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:40:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil gusto kong mang asar</title><content type='html'>This is for you Sha and Che. For Sha, coz she doesn't have a camera yet and she does not post entries too here in our blog and for Che, coz she still haven't received Dha's gifts. Wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/dha%27s%20gifts%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/dha%27s%20gifts%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Dha's gifts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/my%20kenneth%20cole%20reaction%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/my%20kenneth%20cole%20reaction%20bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (My Kenneth Cole Reaction bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/my%20Roxy%20shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/my%20Roxy%20shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (My Roxy shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/revlon%20lipstick%2C%20clinique%20face%20pwder%20and%20L%27oreal%20eye%20shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/revlon%20lipstick%2C%20clinique%20face%20pwder%20and%20L%27oreal%20eye%20shadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Revlon lipstick, Clinique face powder and L'Oreal eye shadow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dha! I love You and I looovalove the gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116226962521515544?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116226962521515544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116226962521515544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116226962521515544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116226962521515544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/dahil-gusto-kong-mang-asar.html' title='dahil gusto kong mang asar'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116199128327718759</id><published>2006-10-27T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:21:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being Home</title><content type='html'>He (the VP) was on a training or seminar that someone else has to lend me his laptop otherwise I would not be able to chat and surf the net on my lonely nights (hehehe). Anyway, just this morning, I was told that I can use this during weekend. Good enough, coz it has a sound card thus I'd be able to listen to some filipino music over the net.Good for me...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got to hear some familiar voice singing pretty familiar songs. It was weird though. Thought I was caught in a place, dimension very much close to me. Until such I cannot contain, I cried once again. Cried until I was tired of crying. I just felt something was wrong. I was in an emotion captured just by mere listening to melodies that soothed and fed my soul, but I realized I am here in a very unfamiliar place. Maybe that was it. I was missing home, just being in our home. He, kuya and i, no matter how diversed our music can be, at some point, have a lot of music/song we listen to together. It was during weekend, we just played these songs while cleaning the house, while playing with or sending the kids to sleep, while cooking, while doing the laundry...or even just while we have nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always complained being in that house. Comfort wise, it doesn't have much to offer. A little shower would flood the pathway, not to mention having to contain being around with people you don't practically like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just miss being home. I miss being in the same feeling again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116199128327718759?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116199128327718759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116199128327718759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116199128327718759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116199128327718759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-being-home.html' title='Just Being Home'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116155748254618766</id><published>2006-10-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:36:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakwatsa 9.1-3.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Going to the airport" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A few blocks from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Posing with the salmon?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I forgot to take a picture of the airport.&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken inside. Told Jhe to pose with the salmon. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="First things first..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Seattle Airport:&lt;/strong&gt; Back in civilization(?). May signal na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First thing they did was to call their loved-ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bye bye bear" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Si Bajhe, saying goodbye to the bear. We didn't get to see a live one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Jhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We had this long walk going to our terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Lost?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hmmm.... looked like we were lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ako" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Took my own pic. Parang ang laki ng nose ko. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Jhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Uhmm... what... up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ready for bed" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We came around 1am, every store was closed already.&lt;br /&gt;Our next flight was around 6am. So we got ourselves each of the benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Waiting at a new terminal" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We've been sleeping and I noticed that it's almost our flight and they're not opening our terminal. So Botch asked some attendants and they said that they moved our flight to another terminal. So we have to walk back where we came in the first place. It was from end to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Palimos po" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Beggars can't be chooser?? We're still early. There's still time to goof around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Palimos po!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Wow. I got a dollar and a cellphone. Not Bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Jhe and his salmon tattoo, lol." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jhe wanted me to check if his tattoo was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Alaska Air" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our plane. But then I was more interested on the horizon. I liked the colors.&lt;br /&gt;But then I couldn't get the actual colors because of their tinted glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Just seated." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Magkakatabi pa rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Scenery" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Darn, I forgot what they called this.&lt;br /&gt;I should've written it when the pilot was talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Welcome to Vegas" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ok. We were in LA around 10am. And around 6pm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las Vegas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Palace Station" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the Palace Station eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Palace Station pa rin" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jhe and Mama... wala akong pic dito. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Palace Station Parking" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the parking lot, going to the casinos na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Which Casino?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Forgot where this one is. We've been to a lot of casinos.&lt;br /&gt;Mama did win here. And she's kinda mad because we were bugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Mirage?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I think this one is in Mirage (?), where the fountains are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I looked weird here. I have white eyes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Venetian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA076.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Just them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kami naman daw dalawa. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tired of walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We were waiting here outside the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; at Ceasar's Palace. Hey Che, see the difference? I used a different setting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I want my house floor to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ceasar's Palace. I forgot to take a picture of the curvy escalator.&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw one. It was kinda cool. Instead of going straight up, it goes on a curve up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I dunno what setting i used in here. Clear shot at the center, ang background blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another one of that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Somebody took this one. The whole thing was blurry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA094.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I think this was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At a regular setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Six Flags Magic Mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Batman. We're in the tunnel, no waiting line yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ay... not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA110.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Exiting The Batman ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I can't get a nice picture of thewhole ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My fave one. Newest ride..... TATSU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nauna silang mag-ride. So anyway, you ride like this. Kinda Superman pose.&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, this is the best ride ever. You're like superman... up up and away thing.&lt;br /&gt;You go up, they said it's 283 feet, then you go down super fast and when you think you're going to hit the ground, you go up again and circle around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="fIREWORKS" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our last ride. We got wet. I had to buy a shirt and a short. I bought a Tatsu shirt and a superman shorts. heheheh... souvenirs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="FIREWORKS" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fireworks... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="FIREWORKS" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They always do this at closing time, 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="FIREWORKS" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sept%201st%20Wk%2006/LA119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116155748254618766?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116155748254618766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116155748254618766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116155748254618766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116155748254618766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/lakwatsa-91-306.html' title='Lakwatsa 9.1-3.06'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116140645612883210</id><published>2006-10-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:54:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/ronron%20&amp;%20johndale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/ronron%20%26%20johndale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagong pic ni jd. Program sa school. Kala ko they played pulubi or what, clown pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamukha na ni Papa nya tong binata kong babading-bading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang laki ng butas ng ilong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken yesterday, Oct. 20, 2006 Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116140645612883210?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116140645612883210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116140645612883210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116140645612883210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116140645612883210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/clown.html' title='Clown?'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116139272600420870</id><published>2006-10-20T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:43:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 days</title><content type='html'>Ano na nga bang nangyari?! 29 days na lang, matatapos na ang pagdurusa ko.Well, ibang level lang nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally and mentally - let me discuss this first coz i think this is and still going on, my greatest challenge here. I think and i feel that i am now coping up.The crying has lessened and I am starting to get used to who I'm interfering with.I also developed a new hobby - watch movies on dvd for hours straight until my eyes hurt.I also discovered some great places with great food - with the help of my boss too (libre ako lagi!).Having those people in the office around is not such a terrible experience though sometimes I really don't feel like talking to them, wala lang. Totoo nga ang sabi nila, nakakapagod ang makipag-usap sa kanila.Anyway, they make my adjustment a lot easier, emotional wise.Coz I get to set aside the loneliness at work.Everybody seems to be concerned about me, if I have something for dinner, if I have a ride, if I want to go out for lunch or on weekend...generally, mabait sila. Isa na lng ang problema ko talaga dito, kung pano uubusin ang pagkain.Sa liit kong to, pakainin ba ako ng pang-higanteng pagkain?!Tapos, halos lahat ng plato dito parang serving plate!Pero ang nakakatuwa, bottomless ang drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally - ayos lang. I think I've been exposed so far to the easy ones. And the dirty ones are about to come - baka this coming week. But I am really inspired to work because of the compliments they are saying - most of them expressively.Ganon ata talaga sila e, they say what they mean.Coz when I committed something not so acceptable, sinabi agad sa akin - straightforward. Katulad kanina.I was having these trouble with my report, so I sent an e-mail informing them the report will be sent late.My immediate boss approached me right away that I should have made my message much clearer - if it was a system problem or what coz I should avoid daw an impression that I had a problem doing it - ung parang impression na hindi ko sya magawa coz hindi ko maintindihan or it was a problem I created myself - ang gulo ko ata dito sa part na to. Well, it was a system problem. Then the VP called me up - kala ko tungkol sa report na.He lent me this laptop and showed me the way on how to connect to the internet and be able to chat - cool guy! Before I left his office, he commented that he was having good feedbacks about me and he hoped that I continue working good. Tapos ung nga, ung nag-email ung immediate boss ko na sobra akong na-surprise and na-inspire.I never heard/read those words from my bosses at Bayantel.They did, pero laging may sundot na hindi maganda so bawi lang.But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially - wag na nating isali to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side trip - gusto ko lang i-share ung mga anecdotes ko so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang pitsel - ung pitsel na provided dito ginagamit kong pang-hugas ng pwet pag ume-ebak ako.Hindi kaya nagtataka ung taga-linis kung baket may tabo sa cr?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang mahiwagang dishwasher - unga, inikot ko switch or something, testing lang ba kung ano un, e tumunog!Siempre panic ako.Tinawag ko ung maintenance.So in-explain nya na normal lang na tumutunog un pag-on mo and dapat may laman - e hindi ko nga alam buksan nung una e.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang mahiwagang dishwasher part 2 - naubusan ako ng powder dishwasher so ginamit ko ung palmolive liquid dishwasher na nasa lababo - kala ko kse pde.Tapos nanood na ako.Langya, pagtingin ko sa kusina, bahang baha na tapos ang laki ng bula!Panic ulit ako.Tumawag ako ng housekeeping service tapos lumabas ako para maglaba (to be continued)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And laundry area - habang iniwan ko don ang higantend bula, umakyat ako para maglaba only to find out na ndi ko rin alam i-operate un.So helpdesk na naman ako...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang plantsa - steam iron ang gamit dito.Nag-panic ulit ako nung una ko syang gamitin kse may tubig na nagli-leak.Namputsa, kala ko makukuryente na ako e&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang mga conversations - good enough na i've been complimented for speaking well daw sabi nung isnag trainor.but not all the time, u can speak well here or ako lang ang may problem.ewan ko.but one time, may kumausap sa akin - taga HR.he said something then tumawa ako.sabi nung katabi nya (ung trainor ko na pumuri sa aking actually), "you were supposed to answer him coz he's asking u, that's a question!" tapos bigla syang umalis na tumatawa ng malakas.naiwan akong tulala, as in.tapos natawa ulit ako.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all, this is really a great experience. Nagpapasalamat pa rin ako I was given a chance.Kaya finally binili ko na ung digicam.Walang konek di ba?! C433 kse wala ng stock nung C530. (Sha read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I realized, after two weeks, wala naman akong choice na e. Nandito na ako, kahit maglupasay pa ako, hindi pa ako pedeng umuwi sa Pinas.Malungkot pa rin, just like now.Mag-isa lang ako dito - namimiss ko pa rin ang family ko lalo na ung dalawa kong makukulit na mga bubwit sa bahay.Naiiyak pa rin ako pero hindi na katulad ng dati.Every hour nagigising pa rin ako at naalimpungatan kung nasan ako.Weird di ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naaliw kayo sa pagbasa nito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116139272600420870?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116139272600420870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116139272600420870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116139272600420870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116139272600420870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/29-days.html' title='29 days'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116123246001083649</id><published>2006-10-18T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:34:20.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days</title><content type='html'>30 more days...that's what I and John Dale were doing - counting days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been two days he's asking me when I'll be coming back home. And I had a second round of solar system lecture - why they were having night time while I was having day time here. He also mentioned if I am abroad coz his teacher was asking. I said yes. When someone goes to another country, she is abroad. He didn't know that, he admitted. He's really a funny child. The way he speaks, and I miss his contagious laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116123246001083649?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116123246001083649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116123246001083649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116123246001083649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116123246001083649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/30-days.html' title='30 days'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116113036187866379</id><published>2006-10-17T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:12:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-life</title><content type='html'>I am painfully and slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this crazy cold room&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, staring and crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me out of here soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being on your side&lt;br /&gt;As we lied together on the bed&lt;br /&gt;One by one we go back&lt;br /&gt;To memories that we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you joke&lt;br /&gt;And funny how you often look&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each other's hand&lt;br /&gt;My silence,my mood you seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this lonely&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed a man so badly&lt;br /&gt;For only in your arms I want to rest&lt;br /&gt;And give this loneliness its utmost peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116113036187866379?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116113036187866379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116113036187866379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116113036187866379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116113036187866379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/half-life.html' title='Half-life'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116102573682119750</id><published>2006-10-16T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:18:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Said Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The whole QA Dept." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture. Whole QA Dept. (almost) except for Umot and Kuya Reuben wasn't there. On the last few days/weeks kasi daming personal problems na lumabas. Mga backstabbing and stuff like that, heheh, kinda ugly and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="with Ate Virgie" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhe, Jay, Botch, Ako with Ate Virgie, our laundry lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Group Pic" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="With Kuya Roger" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami-kami ulit with our foreman, Kuya Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Cousins" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa may break room, kaming magpipinsan pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="with Ate Lily" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye with Ate Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ako with Allan" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako with Allan. I know he's gonna miss me coz he has nobody to bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="With Nora" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa QA room naman, after we ate. Jhe, ako at si Nora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="family" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture. Mama and Ate Nedy with their kids, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Family" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="with Roxanne" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa production area. Jhe, Roxanne, Jayson, and Me.&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne is our hispanic foreman. She's kinda scary on the floor. We asked permission if we can go to the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Dock office" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako sa dock office. I was trying to say goodbye sana to my friends who works in the dock, kaso wala sila eh. So I made a note na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Me and Jhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsing around sa dock. heheh... walang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Jhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal kapamilya. LOL. Serious kunwari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bajhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto mejo ok na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ako and Jhe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one. Pwedeng gawing postcard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116102573682119750?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116102573682119750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116102573682119750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102573682119750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102573682119750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-we-said-goodbye.html' title='The Day We Said Goodbye'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116102308910976523</id><published>2006-10-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:54:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Dead</title><content type='html'>My mind is wandering around&lt;br /&gt;In a total darkness myself I found&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliar faces surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems good to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, in the deepest corner&lt;br /&gt;Of my being what I long for&lt;br /&gt;Are tiny footsteps I used to hear&lt;br /&gt;Of these little angels who are so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Is tearing my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;With each passing night&lt;br /&gt;I am faced with a battle I have to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my midst I see them smile&lt;br /&gt;How bad I want to touch their face&lt;br /&gt;And hold them in a tight embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming days I want to pull&lt;br /&gt;So I can hug them both&lt;br /&gt;I know I will see them soon&lt;br /&gt;But the pain just keep going on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116102308910976523?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116102308910976523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116102308910976523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102308910976523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102308910976523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/half-dead.html' title='Half-Dead'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116102261985799142</id><published>2006-10-16T10:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:23:12.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet our friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Kuya Romy and Ate Lily" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Romy and Ate Lily sa may garden ng apartment ni Tita Nedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ate Bubuth and me" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ate Bubuth, one of the QAs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Allan, Koji, Nora and me" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Allan, my cousin; Koji, one of the Japanese QA who handles ?? salmon's eggs. Darn, I forgot what it's called. The expensive appetizer. Can't remember. Anyway, next is Nora, another QA. We're always together, and she calls me "BABE" heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Eating in the Mess hall" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mess hall, para kaming prisoner kung kumuha ng food. In the front, Kuya Reuben - the only guy in the QA Dept., in front of him si Ate Nedy, our QA Manager. Si Jhe naman besides her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Allan working?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the can shop, Allan was working kunwari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Allan, Arti &amp; Umot" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan with Arti and Umot(Hope daw in english). Both of them Turkish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Marek &amp; Arti" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marek and Arti. Eto yung crush ko kunwari, heheh, si Marek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Arti and my cousin Allan" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arti and Allan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goofing around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Awarding of the Tin Lid, lol" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%208-31-06/ALASKA251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhe and Ate Nedy. Awarding of the Tin Lid kunwari. We were making 4lbs here, napagdiskartehan yung napakalaking lid ng can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Allan with his makeshift chair" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan taking a time off with his makeshift chair. What he does in the cannery is to check the cans and put it in the denester to be imprinted with codes, then these cans go downstairs to be filled with salmon. Ang work naman ni Jhe is to check the lids and put it in the machine. Sayang wala akong pic nun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Nora and Ate Nedy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naman, this big box is where Allan put all the paper cover ng cans. Sa dami you can hide in here and sleep which is bawal. But if you're with the QA Manager, I think it's ok. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO SLEEPING WHILE ON THE JOB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan has this project in mind that he'll get pictures of us sleeping and make it into a presentation. At siempre bawal especially in you are on the clock. Grounds for termination kunwari. Actually a lot of the workers ay nahuli na but they still work. Anyway, this is katuwaan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ate Bubuth" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Bubuth's supposed to do a tear down on the cans, to see if the machines worked properly. Kaso tulog eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Nora" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Nora naman, what she always do was if she ever see me or anybody who's available, she's gonna ask you if you can stay in her post for she is going to the bathroom. What she'll do is go upstairs and take a nap for 15mins then go back down. Naughty naughty naughty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ako working on the net?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin couldn't catch me sleeping at work. Magaling ako eh. So he took this pic. Kahit na I wasn't even sleeping at wala naman sa workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="sa trailer" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%20Other%20Pics/DSC01289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken inside the trailer. Ayan meron pala akong pic ng loob ng trailer. There are 3 bed bunks then sa dulo, our own bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dahil sa hindi nga ako mahuling natutulog sa work, dito naman sa trailer ako pinuntahan. hehehehe. Sori na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116102261985799142?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116102261985799142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116102261985799142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102261985799142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116102261985799142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/meet-our-friends_116102261985799142.html' title='Meet our friends...'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116096841587714427</id><published>2006-10-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:49:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Dollar Bridge, July 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Kita nyo pa ako?!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA164.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is what they called "The Million Dollar Bridge." They said it's because it was what it was worth building this bridge. But then an earthquake damaged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My brother Jhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mama's still old school, still using film lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA171.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our friends... Jayson and Ate Botchay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back to Childs Glacier, that's the mountain you see on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA181.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jhe, trying to play covert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA198.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kaming dalawa. This is when I dropped my camera... tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA197.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ako pa rin... no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA199.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hmm, just noticed pag ako ang kumukuha maganda mga view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is our Ate Lily... the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/DSC01301.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Before we went to the glacier, this is our first stop. Kaso, I forgot what this is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/DSC01300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kuya Rommy, Ate Lily's husband. Katomador ni Jhe, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" /&gt; From Childs Glacier. Babala, meron daw kasing bumaba sa tubig. Tamang-tama na bumagsak yung glacier na nag-create ng wave. Naanod ata.. tanga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/DSC01332.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kainan time. Me checking my cam kung gumagana pa. KKK, kanya kanyang kuha. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/DSC01333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I took this sa back porch ng bahay ni Ate Bubuth, where we went after our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA248.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mukhang pagod, needed more tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jayson hitting the notes... Videoke time. Sayang di ko nakuhaan ang 50" tv nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%207-20-06/ALASKA242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's my aunt. Our QA Manager.. nagwawala. Dito natapos ang araw namin or should i say ang gabi sa kantahan... Kaso ako tagakain lang ako at taga-gulo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116096841587714427?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116096841587714427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116096841587714427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116096841587714427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116096841587714427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/million-dollar-bridge-july-20-2006.html' title='Million Dollar Bridge, July 20, 2006'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116085847080175535</id><published>2006-10-14T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:57:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska 6-26-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cordova, Alaska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ma and Jhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sceneries we passed by going to the Million Dollar Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what the road is called. Kahiya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like our previous visit, we got a flat tire. We have to wait for someone to passed by. As usual, walang dalang tools. I even mentioned this before if they have tools, sabi meron daw. Ayan tuloy we waited. A worker from Fish and Wildlife came, he let us borrow his tools and his spare tire. Isauli na lang daw namin sa office nila. Kaya ayun, we didn't go to the Million Dollar Bridge anymore, hindi kakayanin ng gulong, heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-26-06/ALASKA144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil I was the photographer, I couldn't take my own pic so I used the side mirror, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116085847080175535?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116085847080175535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116085847080175535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116085847080175535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116085847080175535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/alaska-6-26-06.html' title='Alaska 6-26-06'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116061579669807383</id><published>2006-10-11T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:41:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska 6-23-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Childs Glacier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My first time out of work. It's a 59-mile drive, around 2.5 hrs driving.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Group Picture. Kainan na!!!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;These guys invited me to come with them. We just barbequed some steaks and hotdogs. and being Filipinos, they didn't forget to bring rice. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I was the oldest here. Actually it was kinda akward because they were all Ilocanos and they kept talking in their own language. But it was fun.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Grilled steaks and hotdogs... sarap" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Picture ko, ayaw pakita" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Camera shy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;These were taken on our way home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Alaska%206-23-06/ALASKA113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, weirdest thing that happen here was that all of us got a flat tire. The first 2 trucks noticed their flat tires when we were at the place already. We even thought that we can't go back home because there's no tools. Good thing somebody at the park let us borrow their tools. So when we were fixing the tires, a guy in a truck asked everyone in the parking area if they have some friends coming because they've passed by a suv with a flat tire. After the truck was fixed, they went back to help them out because they don't have tools either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that! All of us got a flat tire and then one of their friends followed us and his car overheated. What a luck! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116061579669807383?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116061579669807383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116061579669807383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116061579669807383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116061579669807383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/alaska-6-23-06.html' title='Alaska 6-23-06'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116020233254420984</id><published>2006-10-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:46:41.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/door.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another young-adult book. As I mentioned before, we are trying to read from different authors. While browsing some books, I saw this weird looking purple cover, titled "The Rise of the Wyrm Lord." I find the book itself beautiful. Every page have this purplish color on the corners, like maybe an old scroll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read the summary at the back and I can't understand what it's talking about. heheh. I stared at the front cover again and noticed the number 2, so I asked Gigi to look for the first book. And she found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when it mentioned knights and kings and two worlds hanging in a balance, I bought it. I told myself another trilogy to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished the book around 435am today. After chatting with Anne and Sharon around 2am, I saw the book near my bed. I told myself I'm just gonna read a few chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the book 3 weeks ago and Gi's been asking how the book was. I told her that I' haven't reached the 100th page yet and the story is kinda slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I read some. But then the story picked up and I was even crying on some parts. I thought I was reading for an hour, when I finished the book I saw that it was past 4am already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Door Within is a good book. It talks about good and evil and believing in one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to buy the next book about the Wyrm Lord and I think the third one came out last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/fowl.jpg" /&gt;But for now, I'm reading Artemis Fowl. It's interesting, the first few pages already hooked me. It's about a 12 year old boy, who's super-duper intelligent and is into criminal activities. Did I mention he's super rich and he's the crime boss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Fowl series already have 5 books I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think if I ever get a house, I need one with a library... Dami ko ng books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Friday today, did u see the moon?! Nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116020233254420984?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116020233254420984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116020233254420984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116020233254420984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116020233254420984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/book-worm.html' title='Book Worm'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116012377332080892</id><published>2006-10-06T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:49:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/eragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/eragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My cuz G2 and I watched Gridiron Gang last Saturday. Whenever we see a movie, we try to go early just so we can see some previews. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was suprised to see Eragon. I didn't know that they made a movie out of this book. I just read this a few months back and it's a good read. It's like LOTR, hehehe, a trilogy. I haven't read Eldest though and the third book is coming out next year, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Regularly, after the movies, our next stop is Borders (bookstore). We hang out there and read some books. As you know Gigi and I try to read a book once a month, that's why we are always there at Borders, trying to find a good book. Anyway, we always go to the New Release section to see what came out, then the Best Sellers, then to Sci-Fi, Young Adult... There we always see this picture of the dragon. Actually, there are a lot of dragons on different book covers. When we ran out of good authors to read, we checked the book out. I even joked that it sounded Aragorn of LOTR, (it was during that time) and thought it was the dragon's name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were amazed that this book was written by a teenager and he's already a NY bestseller at 19! Wow! Paolini, the author, wrote this when he was 15. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to the movie preview, I don't know who plays Eragon but I saw that Jeremy Irons and John Malcovich were there. I'm a fan of them, way back to The Man In The Iron Mask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh man, then this means that I have to wait for a year or two for each book to be made in a movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116012377332080892?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116012377332080892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116012377332080892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116012377332080892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116012377332080892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/eragon.html' title='Eragon'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116011650999333605</id><published>2006-10-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:48:52.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point A To Point B</title><content type='html'>Back in Alaska, I was thinking to show you guys how far I walk to and from, or to show you things I could see on my way. So I took these pictures on my way back to the trailer where we lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken outside my Aunt's apartment, where we all hanged out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhmm, forgot to get a picture of the apartment, but it's located on the right hand side of the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The post with the temperature reading, that's where the bank is, Wells Fargo. Next to it are gift shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In front of the bank, on the left side, is Radio Shack. Then some store called "Front Door," a grocery store. Back of that was a store called "Back Door" heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Turn right on the first intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20027.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some housing here, chiropractor clinic. Straight ahead is a cannery. On the left side, you'll see the post office, and if you go all the way, there's the Police and Fire stations, an indoor swimming pool. Oh near the post office, there's the court house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, turn right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darn, I was so amazed with the sunset, I didn't included the buildings on the left. You'll see there some pub or bar and next to it the Dept. of Marine something... gee forgot what it's called, it's where you get your license for fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn left over there. And you'll see these 3 pictures on the left side, the dock. Forgot what this is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, turn right on the first street. Then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you go straight which I don't have a picture of, it is where I worked, Bear and Wolf Salmon Company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, turn right. See that yellow 40 foot trailer there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nice view outside my trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/ALASKA%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you imagine that I've lived in a box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAYANG, I don't have a picture inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116011650999333605?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116011650999333605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116011650999333605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116011650999333605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116011650999333605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/point-to-point-b.html' title='Point A To Point B'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-116009775025743639</id><published>2006-10-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:20:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing!</title><content type='html'>Taken in Redondo Beach last May. A week before I left for Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take out the link this time so you can download a bigger picture (if you want)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KC &amp; G2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KC's first catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father &amp;amp; Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking a break. Clam chowder, sarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Tito Roger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Tita Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't take out the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to hide from G2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm... don't want to post this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin KC's taller than me. Buhooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is triple catch. Where's the 3rd fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our hooks got tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a catch! Seaweed!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;G2, tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/DSCN1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to copy somebody!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-116009775025743639?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/116009775025743639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=116009775025743639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116009775025743639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/116009775025743639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing!'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115986124568911793</id><published>2006-10-03T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:40:45.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It would be another 9 months of struggle for me - going and coming from&lt;br /&gt;work, being picky with foods, sensitivity to both pleasant and unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;odors and endless mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not blame her or him. It was our fault anyway. But I certainly do not&lt;br /&gt;like her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have her despite countless attempts (at least just in my mind) of&lt;br /&gt;aborting her. Having her complete her vitals signs within me is the most&lt;br /&gt;righteous thing to do. I am afraid of karma. But still, I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts keep wandering inside my shallow mind. How selfish can I get&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I thought.Would I tell her all about these when she's born? Would&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that the moment I recognized life within me, I already started to&lt;br /&gt;hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just don't like having her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;*September 12, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115986124568911793?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115986124568911793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115986124568911793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115986124568911793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115986124568911793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/10/struggle-within.html' title='Struggle Within'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115864091017468035</id><published>2006-09-18T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:03:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel, Think and Hope</title><content type='html'>Speaking of hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I met up with my cousin Ate Sha. She asked for my help in her wedding preparations. She's getting married this coming December and I'm her Maid of Honor. Very strange. Me? Wedding preps? I'm not even very good in relationships. What more, wedding? Hehe. But she told me that I've already attended so many weddings and have also always been in the entourage so more or less, I can help her, she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. I agreed to fetch her at Philippine Children's Medical Center where she's one of the resident doctors. While waiting I saw these handpaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/17-09-06_1230.0.jpg" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/17-09-06_1229.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/17-09-06_1229.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ate Sha, what are these. And she told me these are the hands of child cancer patients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if there are chances that they will survive and she told me some...Around&lt;br /&gt;maybe five of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I can't say anything. I felt sadness. I just stare at the pictures and hope that they all survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/17-09-06_1230.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115864091017468035?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115864091017468035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115864091017468035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115864091017468035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115864091017468035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-think-and-hope.html' title='Feel, Think and Hope'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115863980861141517</id><published>2006-09-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:23:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I had a chat a week ago with my former Boss. She’s now a good friend of mine. She just asked me how I’m doing and what’s new with me. I told her I’m ok and there’s nothing new. Actually a lot of people including you my DCA good friends have asked me the same question and I’ve given the same answer. Nada. Nothing new. Translation: Same old routinary boring stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you think of it, there are of course new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Before my cubicle in the office was in ground floor. Now I’m here at 4th floor. &lt;br /&gt;• Before I go home exactly 530 but now I stay up late till 12 pm sometimes because of work. &lt;br /&gt;• Before I’m an all around to the highest level assistant ng bayan, now I’m kinda focused with a particular project. The irony is that it’s more loaded. &lt;br /&gt;• Before I can still watch TV as often as possible but now I’m more on DVD marathon. &lt;br /&gt;• Before nakikipagharutan ako sa mga pamangkin ko pagdating ko ng bahay. Ngayon nagbabasa na lang ako ng fashion magazines or I’ll watch TV because they’re now in Bicol. I miss them… &lt;br /&gt;• Before fried rice ako and heavy breakfast talaga, now ok na ko sa peanut butter sandwich basta may coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just thankful that some of the things I really treasure haven’t changed. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Maintaining a solid communication with my good friends (like you Dha, Che and Sha) and spending time with them if I can.&lt;br /&gt;• Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;• Buying something new for me once a month if I have the money.&lt;br /&gt;• Meeting old friends that I haven’t seen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;• Calling up my parents and my pamangkins.&lt;br /&gt;• Praying.&lt;br /&gt;• Talks with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;• Keeping the faith.&lt;br /&gt;• Truly loving even if I’m not as showy as I was before.&lt;br /&gt;• Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;• My MA class despite the fact that I’m having a hard time now.   &lt;br /&gt;• Senti moments that keeps me thinking and realize a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;• Exchanging ideas.&lt;br /&gt;• Sensible and shallow talks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good even if there are problems. I feel down and depressed sometimes but I try to focus on things that keeps me going and lifts me up. I pray if I feel like giving up and I’m being stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;It’s good if you have hope. Even if you are uncertain of so many things and don’t exactly know what you want. Even if you’re not making sense. Even if your writing something like this that doesn’t make sense and only you can understand what you’re trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still good to hold on. Hope and faith will keep you going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115863980861141517?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115863980861141517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115863980861141517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115863980861141517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115863980861141517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115760318626254992</id><published>2006-09-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:24:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Baby Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since, nagkakatamaran tayo mag post, lets post something that at least in a way say something about us. (Read this starting from the bottom part) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: sharon [mailto:yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 12:09 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Anne ; Cherry; Darlene &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys, sorry for the late input, waahhh too busy! online ako sa ym but can hardly chat, kung may time ako i can of course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;isa lang ang comment ko, little bit horny si che?!? ewan ko dha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Anne" &lt;.com&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Talagang napansin mo pa yun ano? Iba ka. Mamya pa pasok ni Sha yata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;From: Cherry [mailto:] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, September 07, 2006 3:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'dArLeNe'; Anne ; Blaza, Cherry; SH@R&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;Importance: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako sa arrangement ng names natin sa "to:"...DACS talaga!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baket parang wala na nman sa loop itong si shawie?!...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pero these kind of "description" interests me. Let me realize some facts about myself. like having abstract thoughts and all...kse totoo to!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O sya, malapit na akong umuwi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Babush!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From:&lt;/strong&gt; "Anne"&lt;a onclick="'document.getElementById(" href="http://us.f509.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?MsgId=9530_9116906_245329_1897_90493_0_54951_145732_1239205305&amp;Idx=1&amp;amp;YY=71117&amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;inc=200&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;box=ANNE#" display="block"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To:&lt;/strong&gt; "dArLeNe", "Cherry", "SH@R"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt; RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Thu, 7 Sep 2006 11:25:30 +0800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ok. Yun Pala meaning ng everything’s peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All true sakin? Thanks Dha. . Loves sports lang sumemplang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa ako sa boy/girl crazy. Sakto! More of girl crazy pa nga yata ako. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: dArLeNe&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, September 07, 2006 11:06 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Anne; Cherry; SH@R&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... i think she's a little bit horny. esp pag silang dalawa lang...&lt;br /&gt;romantic from the inside nga. bwahihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nway, siguro nga 90% true. pero di ko maisip si Sharon na LOUD??? very revengeful pa.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... "everythings peachy" it's like "all is good" "everything's fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay Anne, i think its all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anne" wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shaddap! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From:Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, September 07, 2006 9:26 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Anne'; 'dArLeNe'; 'SH@R'&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;Importance: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i do not think these things are all true, me horny?! Forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;From: Anne&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, September 07, 2006 9:01 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'dArLeNe'; 'Cherry'; 'SH@R'&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this is like 90% true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For you Dha:&lt;/span&gt; Fun to be with - I agree! Unpredictable - OO Concerned about other people's feelings - Sobra! Strong sense of sympathy - absolutely Waits for friends - guilty as charged Loves to be loved - I can sense this Caring and loving - yeah, super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you Sha: &lt;/span&gt;Takes risk - need I say more? Hehe. Self confident - "I'm a valedic... hehehe. No self control??? - same with dha's reaction Independent - OO sobra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has an evrything's peachy attitude - can somebody explain this to me? Di ko gets. Always a suspect - Sad. Charmimg or beautiful to everyone - Of course! Kaya friends tayo di ba?! Wehehe. Strong willed - tell me about it. A fighter - tell me about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For you Che:&lt;/span&gt; Intelligent and clever - I agree Sexiest out of everyone - Fuck! Hehe. Loves aggressiveness - di nga?! Hehe. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. - admit it na. Horny - di nga?! Daring and stubborn - di nga?! Sharp - yep! I agree. Ambitious - go! Go! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From:&lt;/strong&gt; dArLeNe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent:&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday, September 07, 2006 12:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To:&lt;/strong&gt; Anne; Cherry; SH@R; dax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt; Which Babe Are You? - I alrdy picked US. heheh -darl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang cute naman nito. hehehe... totoo ba yung sa akin???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Anne&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bold and highlighted mine in green color. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Aprilpic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dha's comment:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Loves to get info. DETAILED nga, hehehe. Positive attitude... Hot with brains... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cherry's: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Febpic.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dah's comment: &lt;/span&gt;Abstract. You horny? really? Spendthrift, i know. Determined to reach goals. Believe talaga ako sa u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Darlene: Me?? I'm a guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Julypic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Comment ko:&lt;/span&gt; Difficult to fathom ka jan. heheh. Temperamental, yah sure. Moody nga. Judges peeps thru observation?? Hahaha manlalait nga. jk. Yah, I love to be alone. Always broods?? Tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon's: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Augpic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Dha's comment:&lt;/span&gt; Take risks yah, no self control??? Ikaw LOUD? Singing and daydreaming, hahahah. Hates not being trusted. sino ba hindi? LOVES TO BE LOVED. IN NEED OF THAT SOMEONE? NO PAIN/NO GAIN CARING. hates studying??? u sure??? A FIGHTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115760318626254992?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115760318626254992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115760318626254992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115760318626254992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115760318626254992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/09/which-baby-are-you.html' title='Which Baby Are You?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115190252772532834</id><published>2006-07-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:02:38.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dearest Dha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/1600/dha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/dha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there for us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for trying to understand everything in this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the patience.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so true.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the committed friendship you have always offered.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the tireless effort to grant our requests.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the sincere and pure friendship you've given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank God for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115190252772532834?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115190252772532834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115190252772532834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115190252772532834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115190252772532834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-dearest-dha.html' title='Happy Birthday Dearest Dha!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115156087995236227</id><published>2006-06-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:23:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilocos Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/CIMG0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went there last June 10 to attend a friend's wedding. I'm one of the secondary sponsors and the emcee as well. It's my first time to host a wedding. Kabado but after the wedding it feels good that they appreciate what I did. Kahit una pa lang, sablay na. Sabihin ko ba naman ng: "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Erlin ______! (o di ba? biased. friend ko yung bride, so nakumpleto ko name nya. susme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, me and my friends decided to explore the province even in our limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics: Naiyak ako kasi nung nasa Vigan na kami, nag battery empty ba naman hiniram ko na digicam. Naiyak talaga ako. So, limited pictures lang po ito. Hikbi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre yung pic ko sa wedding muna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sta. Maria church in Narvacan, Ilocos Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/Sta.%20Maria%20Church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View at the back of Narvacan Tourism Lodge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115156087995236227?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115156087995236227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115156087995236227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115156087995236227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115156087995236227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/ilocos-sur.html' title='Ilocos Sur'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115075776203968322</id><published>2006-06-19T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:29:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/AtWork03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/AtWork03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nora: Boss, pinatawag nyo raw ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/AtWork04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/AtWork04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boss: Aba oo. Look at your report. Everything's f*** up.&lt;br /&gt;What have u been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/AtWork02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/AtWork02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nora: Uhmmm.... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Look at this!!! I'm getting a big headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/AtWork01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/AtWork01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nora: There's only one solution there, Boss.&lt;br /&gt;We should sleep. Been working 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: What???? Hmmm.... when u think about it, it's not a bad idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss: You've been promoted!!!!  Now I can go home and get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care of the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115075776203968322?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115075776203968322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115075776203968322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115075776203968322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115075776203968322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-work_115075776203968322.html' title='At Work'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115049964386900533</id><published>2006-06-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:50:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Additional Pix ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/View-at-the-Office.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;View outside the QA Office. 6/8/06 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Outside-d-Apartmnet01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside the apartment. Waiting for my ride. 6/11/06 around 2am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Outside-d-Apartment02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing with the camera effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Ate%20Bubuth.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate Bubuth gave me a ride to the plant. It was raining. Good thing we had d same sked that day. (230am).... Waahh.... sarap matulog sana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOTICE: We are moving to a trailer house near the plant. I dunno yet if there's an internet connection there. Hopefully, meron. If wala, snail mail na lang. Kaso I dunno where u can send me letters. *hikbi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115049964386900533?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115049964386900533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115049964386900533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115049964386900533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115049964386900533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/additional-pix.html' title='Additional Pix'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115016427812966190</id><published>2006-06-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:04:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Awareness</title><content type='html'>As i opened the tv this morning, what caught my attention was not their discussion on home tips and parenting. One of the hosts mentioned that one of the signs that something is wrong with one's body is fever - it tells, or so he says, that an infection or serious illness exists. Nowadays that demonstration and rallies left and right, he compared that our government or the people running it, might be suffering from a serious illness that must be cured immediately, otherwise it would be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siting for example the death penalty law.No one in his sound mind would implement or lift this law (or presendential decree, whatever) as he wishes. Families of the convicted (penalized by this law) are still griefing for the loss of their loved ones. They feel injustice simply because the president or the government could have lifted it by the time their relative was still under trial. On the other hand, victims of these heinous crimes and their families are also clamoring for fair and just verdict. Well, the latter case needs no explanation why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that whatever is applicable to minimize or even stop these criminals and keep our country safe place to live in, must be implemented. These laws were promulgated for the common good. However, as what has been said, the law shall apply to all or none at all. The government has to make up its mind whether to settle for death penalty law or not. We are humans and so are the criminals and the victims. We cannot play with lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115016427812966190?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115016427812966190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115016427812966190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115016427812966190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115016427812966190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/social-awareness.html' title='Social Awareness'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115006991637712164</id><published>2006-06-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:51:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Sunset-6.4.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My First Sunset.  Taken at the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Moon-6.4.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Moon??? Can u see it? This was taken around 10pm, in my room at the bunkhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Mountains-6.4.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tsk tsk.. no snow here. Summer. They said it's unbearable during winter, you can't even go outside.  Just outside the plant. My aunt and I were walking, going to her apartment, 2 blocks aways from the bunkhouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115006991637712164?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115006991637712164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115006991637712164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115006991637712164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115006991637712164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-115006867893578498</id><published>2006-06-11T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:31:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Picachu &amp;amp; Kissy" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/mydogs-6.4.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my dogs already... This was taken the day before I left. Waaa.... they're so cute!!! You think they miss me also?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-115006867893578498?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115006867893578498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=115006867893578498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115006867893578498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/115006867893578498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114973507604533334</id><published>2006-06-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:51:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>For years now, we have been contemplating of putting up a business. We have thought of laundry services but that would be not so profitable at this time, at every street corner here in qc, laundry services are proliferating all over.Also, we have considered, since Anne is into education, of putting up a pre-school/day care.Well, that actually has to be well planned.Capitalization requires a substantial amount to cover rent, facilities, materials and value-added services, not to mention feasibility study and pre-org expenses. All this time, I know for a fact that employment or being an employee, unless you are in customs or BIR, would not make you rich by a million or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is the best time, amidst all the financial crisis glued on me, to finally start something where I am good at - assuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting "Deisonline". It's a company that offers accounting services, etc. I have also checked with DTI if the same name is already registere and fortunately, none. I still have to know the registration expenses and other pre-org cash out but I already made a pamphlet (cheap advertising huh!). Feels good. Gives hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just one client will do for now. This evening, as I walk my way home, I will distribute the pamphlets. And hopefully, before this day ends, God will send a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114973507604533334?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114973507604533334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114973507604533334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114973507604533334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114973507604533334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114967097143507432</id><published>2006-06-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:02:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://johndaleandbien.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://johndaleandbien.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click on the link below for updates on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114967097143507432?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114967097143507432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114967097143507432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114967097143507432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114967097143507432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-of-mind.html' title='Change of mind'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114837790634376763</id><published>2006-05-23T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:59:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer! Go! Fight!</title><content type='html'>Kapalan na ng mukha to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, me and the rest of my officemates who apparently have no choice, joined the LXD cheering competition. Here are some of the pics. Sana makayanan nyo. In action pics to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan ako tumanda, saka naman ako nag-cheering. Ayos to! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/DSC03705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/DSC03702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114837790634376763?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114837790634376763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114837790634376763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114837790634376763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114837790634376763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheer-go-fight.html' title='Cheer! Go! Fight!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114783965947021576</id><published>2006-05-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:47:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano ba?!</title><content type='html'>sobra na, tama na! ano bang mali? karma na ba to?! baket sila pa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, napaaga ako ng uwi. may sakit sa bien - na naman! pero hindi ko expected na ganon ang dadatnan ko - karga ni niño si bien, umiiyak, mataas ang lagnat. sa john dale naka-upo, puro pantal ang mukha - umiiyak din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sight di ba?! anong nangyari, ang tanong ko. lumabas lang daw pag balik ganon na?!wala pang midnight, namamaga na ang mukha nya. parang sinuntok ni pacquiao.thingking that i was a simple irration from ever changing weather, i sent him to bed hoping when he woke up, ok na sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, hapon na sya gumising - groggy pa rin sa steroid and sa pagpalahaw habang in-insert ung dextrose sa kanya. that same pm, nino called to inform na nasa baba sila ni bien.papa-confine na lang din daw nya para isang bantayan na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?! hindi naman hotel ang capitol med para magbakasyong kaming 4 don no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...grabe. what a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114783965947021576?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114783965947021576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114783965947021576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114783965947021576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114783965947021576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/05/ano-ba.html' title='Ano ba?!'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114602553994588440</id><published>2006-04-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:25:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic Interval</title><content type='html'>Had that, been there, have had enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, as we moved in - again, to my in laws house. We were about to sleep when I cried out laughing of this gesture Niño has just manifested. He hugged me so tight that even my slightest move would awaken him up. I suspected that "that" might be because he knows this "issue" between his brother and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was laughing so hard, unexpectedly, I burst into tears. My shoulders were shaking as if nobody could stop me from crying. I just suddenly felt this sadness and longing for my nephews and niece. They were not with me anymore. I am sorry that we should live separately. I missed our kwentuhan, I still imagine their smiles sa mga patawa ko and everytime I eat, naiisip ko sila - .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commented, "Nakakatuwa ka naman, may sarili kang problema, pero hindi mo sila nakakalimutan, ang alalahanin ang kalagayan nila." Am I to be flattered? Sabi ko nga e, "Actually, I hate myself for being like this pero ganito talaga ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Niño, when I die - during my wake, tell these people who I cried for how much they mean to me and that never in my life that i forgot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre, napunta na naman sa pustahan ang usapan namin - pustahan kung sinong unang matsutsugi. Hindi na daw nya makwekwento un kse mauuna sya.Mga baliw talaga,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114602553994588440?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114602553994588440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114602553994588440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114602553994588440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114602553994588440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/lunatic-interval.html' title='Lunatic Interval'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114586313824509651</id><published>2006-04-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:58:09.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Tanda Mo Na Anne</title><content type='html'>Kala nya nakalimutan ko birthday nya...well, the way she talked earlier, she does not sound affected naman that I seemed to have forgotten her 29th birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Enna! I am just happy that you sound contented with how things are going in your life. With so many things around, the way you handle your problems and issues never missed to amuse me (you know what are those) - and thus, like the way you are to many people, you give me a new perspective (naks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a friend. Happy Birthday again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114586313824509651?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114586313824509651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114586313824509651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114586313824509651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114586313824509651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-tanda-mo-na-anne.html' title='Ang Tanda Mo Na Anne'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114551587068483998</id><published>2006-04-19T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:52:42.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paglipas ng Ilang Buwan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unti-unti ko ng nararamdaman ang di mapigilang pag alimbuyog ng munting nilalang na ito sa tunay na mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat pagputok ng araw, nagpapamalas sya ng maraming bagay, di man kagilagilalas ang iba'y may hatid pa ring kakaibang damdamin sa akin. Sa mga pagkakataong napagmamasdan ko sya ng mabuti, may kung anong kumukurot sa aking kalooban. Di ba't may ilang pagkakataon ko na ring naisip na hindi pa panahon na makasama sya, alam ko namang hindi rin naman niya nanaisin marahil kung sya'y tatanungin. Hanggat maaari, pinipigilan ko ang sarili kong tuluyang mahulog ang loob sa kanya. May isa pang akong dapat ding pagtuunan ng pansin. Ngunit hindi na talaga yata mapipigilan pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matamis ang kanyang mga ngiti, may biloy, naghahatid ng kakaibang sigla sa bawat araw na kasama ko sya. Lalo na ngayon, unti-unti ng sumisilip ang mga ngiping magbibigay daan sa mas masigla nyang paglaki. Ngayon, madalas na mas gusto nyang sya'y pinapakawalan - nais subukin ang sariling kakayahan. Kapag nakakarinig ng musika, hindi sya mag-aatubiling umindayog sa saliw ng tugtog habang pinamamalas ang isang pilyong ngiti. Natutunan na rin nya ang maglambing, humalik at higit sa lahat ang makiramdam kapag may paalis na tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng mga hinaharap ko, minsan gusto ko ng bumitaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang may bien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114551587068483998?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114551587068483998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114551587068483998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114551587068483998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114551587068483998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/paglipas-ng-ilang-buwan.html' title='Paglipas ng Ilang Buwan...'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114542352022831730</id><published>2006-04-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:18:53.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Papyrus</title><content type='html'>Maraming tao siguro ang magagalit, ang magtataas ng kilay, magugulat o magsasawalang kibo sa nahanap na lumang dokumentong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Semana Santa, puro tungkol sa bibliya ang pinalabas sa National Geographic Channel. Naging interesado ako dun sa pakita nilang tampok na palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakita o nadiskubre silang napakalumang dokumento na nakasulat sa isang uri ng papel, ang papyrus. At ang sulat ay isang lumang lenggwahe sa Ehipto na tinatawag na Coptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang grupo ng National Geographic Society ay kumuha ng mga eksperto para basahin at patunayang totoo ang nasabing dokumento. Natatawa nga ako habang nanonood. Nagkabiruan kasi yung mga professors na tumitingin nung manuscript. Ang tanong nila, "ilan bang tao ang nakakasulat o basa ng Coptic? ...Mga lima, ako at ikaw, sino pa yung tatlo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sinusuri nila ang dokumento, nasabi nila na tunay ito, ang sulat at ang papel. Sino nga namang tao ang may kakayahang mameke ng ganitong uring dokumento? Wala.&lt;br /&gt;Pero para talagang mapatunayang totoo ang nasabing dokumento, pina-carbon dating nila ito para malaman kung ilang taon at anong taon nanggaling ang nasabing dokumento. Kumuha sila ng pirasong papel sa ibat ibang pahina ng manuscript at ito'y sinunog. Ang resulta: Ang papel ay galing pa 220 AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpunta rin ang team nila sa Egypt para makita kung saan talaga natagpuan ang manuscript. Nagtanong-tanong sila roon at nag-research. Hindi rin nila nahanap ang lalaking nagbenta ng manuscript na ito, at ayaw ring magsalita ng iba dahil bawal sa kanilang bansa ang magbenta ng mga ganitong artifacts. Nakapunta sila sa area na kung saan maaaring natagpuan ito. Isang kweba na kung saan makakakita ka ng mga basag o pirasong gamit na masasabing coptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/GospelofJudas.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga ba ang nakasulat dito? --- Ang Gospel Ni Judas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa sinasabi rito na si Judas ay isang tunay na disipulo ni Jesus. Na inuutos ni Jesus kay Judas ang mga nangyari. Na tapos na ang misyon ni Jesus bilang tao, at kailangan nya ng umakyat sa langit, sa tulong ni Judas na syang nakakaunawa sa dapat mangyari, kaya sinunod nya ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas tuloy yung dating tanong ko kapag bible na ang pinag-uusapan. Tanong ko dati, sino sulat ng bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabanggit dun sa documentary na maraming gospels na naisulat. Pero kaunti lang ang nailagay sa bibliya. Naobserbahan din nung isang propesor na sa apat na gospels, kapag nagko-quote sila halos parehas na parehas ang pagkakasabi. Tandaan daw na nasa Greek(?) dati ito bago isalin sa ibang lenggwahe. Ibig daw bang sabihin na iisa lang ang source o pinagmulan nitong mga gospel? Bakit eksaktong-eksakto ang pakakasabi or sulat?? Kaya ba napili ang apat na gospel na yun dahil may unity ang pagkakalahad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa gospel ni Judas na binansagang heresy, sinasabi rito ang Gnostic teachings. Yung bang meron ang taong direktang koneksyon sa Diyos. Yun tulad sa sinasabi sa ibang gospel na ang tao ang templo ng Diyos, na kung naniniwala ka mararamdaman mo sa loob at labas ng yung katauhan. Na hindi mo na kailangan pang magpunta sa simbahan at mapailalim sa mga namumuno ng simbahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kaya natakot ang simbahan dahil duon? Na hindi kailangan ng tao ang gabay ng mga namumuno ng simbahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin alam ang sagot. O masyado lang makitid ang utak ko?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www9.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/gospel/"&gt;Check out National Geographic Site about The Gospel of Judas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114542352022831730?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114542352022831730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114542352022831730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114542352022831730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114542352022831730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/ancient-papyrus.html' title='Ancient Papyrus'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114532487099515877</id><published>2006-04-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:47:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakasyon Grande</title><content type='html'>For working mothers like me, nothing can bout a 4-day vacation - even it means spending time wrestling with the kids and banging my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting (or sleeping) was out of the picture here - I got to play with them and grind teeth after a sec. Lots of movie watching, playing video games and playing plain housewife and a full time mother. Wish i just could be like that for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, in the middle of all these things, I got the chance to talk to HIM - thanked Him for the life that I have now, for the wonderful kids He has blessed me with, for the husband that nobody has appreciated and yet has stood by me for all these years, for the bestest friends that lets me be me and still accept me, and for the parents who first taught me to dream and pursue it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114532487099515877?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114532487099515877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114532487099515877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114532487099515877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114532487099515877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/bakasyon-grande.html' title='Bakasyon Grande'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114526477833533517</id><published>2006-04-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:30:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Vaycay</title><content type='html'>I was able to relax and rest during those 4 days long vaycay. There were only four of us here (moi, honeylet, janice and my brother in law) since my nephew, niece, brother and parents of course were in the province. So basically, it’s really lots and lots of R&amp;R. I spent most of the time sleeping, reflecting, watching TV, sleeping, watching dvd’s, sleeping, cleaning the house, sleeping, attending mass, sleeping, sleeping and sleeping. Sarap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all of this I also did my laundry, washed the dishes, chat with Dha, telebabad with some friends and txt galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my vacation was the beautiful and humorous sermon that Fr. Larry Faraon officiated last Easter Sunday. Tawa lang kami ng tawa magkakapatid. We even bought his book kasi nga naaliw kami talaga sa kanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, we had lunch at Que-Babs in Congressional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5039/1855/320/image%28139%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such quality time spent reflecting, relaxing and spending time with my siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114526477833533517?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114526477833533517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114526477833533517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114526477833533517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114526477833533517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-vaycay.html' title='Long Vaycay'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114411646589483996</id><published>2006-04-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:19:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nobody's posting. Bakit kaya? I dunno why I didn't post anything sa daming araw na nagdaan. Busy ba ako? Hindi naman ah. Busy sa kaka-try maging busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;----------oOo----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 5px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ako at si Katie" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Dha%26Kathie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A few days ago (or weeks?), my classmate from high school sent me a message thru Friendster. Aba, she's here na pala. Nagulat ako kasi iba na ang name nya. Kung hindi ko pa nakita ang picture di ko pa malamang sya yung classmate ko. Mayroon na rin syang pamilya at based sila sa Florida. Pero sa nature ng work ng hubby nya, madalas sila rito sa L.A. Last week, when there was a education trade show or something sa Westin Hotel they were there. Jhe &amp; I visited them. Finally, for what? 12 years, we saw each other. Ayun, we met her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go anywhere, dun lang kami sa hotel. Bcoz she's busy working. Buti na lang she spared us a few hours. heheh. Baliw rin yung si Katie. She didn't say that she's working. Eh tawag pa naman ako ng tawag for directions, yun pala yung time na tumatawag ako eh she was in a meeting. hahaha. baliw talaga! And when we met sa lobby, di pa pala tapos ang meeting nya at isinama pa kami pabalik sa meeting. Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Jhe &amp; Teddy" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/Jhe%26Teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ayun, kwentuhan to the max. Si Jhe naman kalaro si Teddy. Ang 3 year old baby nila ni Ted. Ang cute ng baby nya, ang kulit. Pinagsasama-sama ang english, tagalog, spanish sa isang sentence. Astig!! Ang sweet pa. When it was time for us to go, mangiyak-ngiyak si Teddy. Nung tinanong ko sya bakit, saka na nagpahid ng luha nya. Nakaka-touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda promised that we'll visit them in Palms Springs next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;----------oOo----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nung time na rin yun, ang mga classmates ko nung high school started contacting me. We talk thru Yahoo, dati sa Friendster. They're organizing a reunion this April 8 &amp;amp; 9. Ang daya, wala ako! Waaah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ngayon, we have our own yahoo group na rin. Though onti palang ang nag-member. Pero ayos lang. Makulit din. Even pagkain sa reunion, gumawa sila ng poll. heheh. They're even going to print some shirts for souvenir. Tapos kulitan din on where to find our other classmates. Toka-toka sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;During our chat sessions, siempre kwentuhan at labasan ng sama ng loob. hahah. Parang open forum, pero sabi namin we are older na, pang bata na lang yung samaan ng loob. Pero nakakatuwa rin. Nalalaman mo ulit or naalala mo ulit yung mga nangyari dati, mga kagagahan, katangahan, ka..... kahit na ano (ala na ko isip na ka---). Natatawa nga sila sa akin dahil sa wala akong matandaan during high school. Ako, bits and pieaces lang. Pero sila, kabisado detalye. hehehe. Maski na yung tungkol sa akin na hindi ko talaga matandaan. Meron pa silang nakwento na nagbasura daw ako ng bulaklak sa harap mismo ng nagbigay sa kin. Parang get-well thingy daw kasi kagagaling ko lang sa bulutong. Pramis! di ko matandaan! Sori! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sabi nila astig daw ako. Di ko lang get if that was a good thing or bad. Parang ang a$$hole ng dating ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, most of my classmates already have a family. And then I just found out that Grace just gave birth. Daddy ang pinsang-buo ni Noside na classmate rin namin. Hmmm, I guess we're kinda related na. heheh. (Kinda kasi sya married, ako di pa. waaahh). Kainis lang din when I tried calling, hindi kami magkaintindihan. Ang pangit ng reception. Eh di pa naman sila gaano online, so the best way to contact is thru SNAIL mail. Hay..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ngayon, I'm happy na kahit papaano may communication kaming magka-classmates nung high school. Yung mga used-to-be-barkada, narerevived. Yung mga dating di mo makausap, nakakausap mo na. Minsan matatanong mo na lang ang sarili na bakit ngayon lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114411646589483996?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114411646589483996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114411646589483996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114411646589483996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114411646589483996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/04/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past.'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114248524929769271</id><published>2006-03-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:00:49.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114248524929769271?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114248524929769271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114248524929769271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114248524929769271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114248524929769271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114239088093824821</id><published>2006-03-14T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:18:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counter Report</title><content type='html'>Hey there, Just wanna share to you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/CAKTOC53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/400/CAKTOC53.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was the Top Referrers Summary. Can't figure out why the SimGuys.net was d most referrer. Eh di ba game yun? SIMS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/SearchesReport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno if u can see the above chart, but that was the Searches Report.&lt;br /&gt;Here's d result: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOO FIGHTERS RESOLVE VIDEO (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resolve video (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cueshe pictures (Yahoo) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foo fighters resolve video (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nina sandejas (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foo fighter resolve video (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;myspace snatcher code (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why can't i turn off the radio online (Google) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nine inch nails hurt video codes (Yahoo) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foo fighters resolve html video (MSN) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... most searches are Songs then si &lt;a href="http://dollyrockmuse.livejournal.com/"&gt;Niña&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114239088093824821?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114239088093824821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114239088093824821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114239088093824821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114239088093824821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/counter-report.html' title='Counter Report'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114231249826217446</id><published>2006-03-13T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:38:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mag popost ka nga?</title><content type='html'>Dax: pupunta ka pa sa blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;ako: ok&lt;br /&gt;Dax: magpopost ka nga?&lt;br /&gt;Dax: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;ako: oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"magpopost ka nga?" hehehe... (darl's question when i asked for the url). That's actually the same question for my self, but i managed to say yes. So, punta ako sa site. Totally lost. I felt my stupidity. hahaha. Pano to? saan? tapos? Puro tanong ako, but i guess ok lang kay dha coz i also felt her excitement.Hindi nga sya makapaniwala na magpo-post ako eh. She's patiently waiting right now. How did this start? I just asked kung ano ginagawa nya sa net. Sabi nya doing and reading blogs. Ako naman nagtanong ako ng url nung blog. Then she asked me to check it out. "hehehe" lang sagot ko. Parang nabasa nya yung isip ko, sabi nya "sige na, ngayon lang". Wawa naman nagmakaawa pa dahil "hehehe" lang sinagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: san ka nagba-blog?&lt;br /&gt;Dax: sa blogger&lt;br /&gt;Dax: check mo blog namin&lt;br /&gt;Dax: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;ako: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Dax: sige na&lt;br /&gt;Dax: ngayon lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan lang ipo-post ko sa chat namin coz yung iba puro pagtatanong kung pano. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami ako naiisip. Kung ano-ano lang. May kwenta o wala. Gaya nito, pagka-start ko nawala lahat. Siguro nga dahil walang kwenta lahat kaya kung mawala ganun ganun lang. Ngayon alam kong walang pupuntahan tong sinusulat (tina-type pala) pero tuloy-tuloy lang. Lahat lang ng mapunta sa isip ko type lang ng type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what she's doing while waiting for this "exciting" thing. Well, I know she can see me (webcam) scratch my head or erase my face while i'm doing this. All she got right now is "shhh. don't disturb". hehehe. She comply. She took her dinner. What does she really expect from this? Ano kaya isusulat ni Edison? Mga ganon kaya klaseng tanong meron sya ngayon. Ah nga pala, she reminded me to put a title dito sa ginagawa ko. She's very smart! 'Coz I almost forgot the title. Dagdag sa katagal na naman yon dahil sobrang tagal kong magisip ng title. Tagal ko na magisip pano umpisahan, dinagdagan pa ng title. waaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati dami kong nasusulat for blogs. Things in mind coming up from nowhere. Pag ready to post na, kini-click ko yung "delete". Just about like this, I'm ready to click off my browser. Would someone read this? I mean there's really nothing in it, right? Yan lagi ang inisip ko dati kaya hindi ako makagawa ng blog. Right now, I'm forcing my self to stop thinking about that and stop caring kung sino may ang magkaka-interest magbasa. Makikita ko mamaya kung malakas ang convincing powers ko para sa sarili ko, yun eh pag hindi ko iki-click off yung browser ko mamaya o i-delete lahat to. Minsan ayaw kong ipakita kung ano ang nasa isip ko. Sakit ba to? Ba't masyado akong concern kung may magbabasa o kung interesting ba yung sinusulat ko? Naramdaman nyo na ba to? (Ayan tinatanong ko na kayo.hehehe. Dahil malamang pag nabasa nyo ang tanong na yan, eh ndi ko pinindot yung "delete" pagkatapos nito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko masyado ng mahaba ang sinulat ko pero wala pa ring interesting. Wala pa kong nararamdamang 'sense'. Malamang sinasabi nyo na ngayon, "eh bakit sulat ka pa ng sulat?!". It's really difficult for me to answer that. Pero minsan nasasagot ko. Eto sagot ko: "kaya nga dini-delete ko pag natapos na eh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan ko si Dha ng "disclaimer" while I'm doing this. Baka kasi kung ano i-expect sa sinusulat ko. Tagal nyang naghihintay pero wala naman palang kwenta. hahaha. Eto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: oist&lt;br /&gt;Dax: yes&lt;br /&gt;ako: kung ano ano lang sinusulat ko ha&lt;br /&gt;Dax: tapos na&lt;br /&gt;ako: walang kwenta&lt;br /&gt;ako: ndi pa&lt;br /&gt;ako: baka mag-expect ka eh.&lt;br /&gt;Dax: haha ok lang un&lt;br /&gt;Dax: ok lang po&lt;br /&gt;Dax: hahha&lt;br /&gt;Dax: publish na?&lt;br /&gt;ako: ndi pa&lt;br /&gt;ako: uy excited!&lt;br /&gt;Dax: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Dax: para makapag comment&lt;br /&gt;Dax: ng malait ko sinulat mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan nyo?? Panlalait na agad ang naisip nya kahit na hindi pa nya alam kung anong sinusulat ko. Pero joke lang daw yon. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumagana na naman ang isip ko (paminsan-minsan lang gumana to). Naisip ko kasi pano pagdating dito, eh biglang nag-hang yung pc? Uulitin ko ba? Malamang hindi na. Pero mahirap sa akin yon. Darl is waiting and I don't want to disappoint her. I used the word "disappoint" coz I know she loves this. I'm doing this to show her that I can love what she loves. Can't leave her this way. I know I'm part of the influence when she started to love the internet (next to me hehehe), or when she started to build her own homesite. Well, siguro ito lang libangan nya. Or, should I say, ito ang pinili nyang libangan. Can't blame her. She's doing all the websites and blogs to show her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina problema ko kung pano ko uumpisahan to. Ngayon, problema ko kung paano ko tatapusin. Si darl, tanong ng tanong kung 'ok na?'. Gusto na nyang mabasa at mag-comment siguro. Sabi nya kanina eh. Pero tatapusin ko na talaga to. Now na! Tapos na! End! Finished! (andali naman pala eh! ganon lang pala!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tanong: Nagpost nga ba ako???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dax: ok ka na?&lt;br /&gt;ako: ndi pa po&lt;br /&gt;ako: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Dax: heheh ok&lt;br /&gt;Dax: malapit na?&lt;br /&gt;ako: malapit na&lt;br /&gt;Dax: yehey&lt;br /&gt;Dax: tapos na?'&lt;br /&gt;ako: ndi ko pa alam eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited talaga sya no? Eto hindi nya alam..... excited din ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~NOSIDE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114231249826217446?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114231249826217446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114231249826217446' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114231249826217446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114231249826217446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/mag-popost-ka-nga.html' title='mag popost ka nga?'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114176759336300674</id><published>2006-03-07T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:04:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam's New Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: crosshair" alt="Picture from Sony Music dot com" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/PearlJam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/320/PJalbum.0.jpg" border="0" /&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;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it. Wow! Pearl Jam's releasing their self-titled album this May 2nd. I'm an avid fan, hahaha, eversince. Used to have most of their albums. Sayang, all of my PJ's cds (their first 6 albums) were in the car (that crashed... total wrecked!). Anyway, they have a free sampler, Worldwide Suicide. Check out their &lt;a href="http://pearljam.com/"&gt;new site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulit, I've been searching for Wolfgang's Black Mantra on the net. Wala ko makita so I went to &lt;a href="http://sonymusic.com.ph/"&gt;Sony Music Phils site and there I found Pearl Jam&lt;/a&gt;. heheh. Buti na lang. I remember my very first purchased of original cassette (lol, cassette pa noon, mahal kasi cd before), it was PJ's Vitalogy album. Saan na kaya yun? May little booklet pa naman sa loob nun. Haaay... I guess I need to build up my collection of PJ again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on \m/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114176759336300674?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114176759336300674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114176759336300674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114176759336300674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114176759336300674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/pearl-jams-new-album.html' title='Pearl Jam&apos;s New Album'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114161919814927545</id><published>2006-03-05T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:59:03.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/John%20Dale%20and%20Ella.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/John%20Dale%20and%20Ella.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; john dale and cousin ella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/k_Y____b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/k_Y____b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;john dale along with the participants during SCQ audition. they were sitting in front of the studio while waiting to be called for the 10-minute auditon.he was wearing his id number "795".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people often tell us that he'll get rich. Probably this drived us to bring him to Star Circle Quest Kid audition last Sunday, Mar. 5, 2006. Niño and I lined up for about 7 hours and waited him to get inside the studio for 2 more hours. Twas really exhausting and I must say the longest time I had to stand, literally and figuratively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days prior to the audition, he was hesitant. Fearing he might fail. I explained to him that it would be just fine if he gets in or not. And that the important thing here is that we try and for him to give his best. I am not exactly sure what would this particular activity might affect his personality in the future. But I want him to realize that it's not the winning that counts but the fighting instead. Inculcating this to a 5-y/o mind is yet questionable to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the audition proper began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents were not allowed to accompany the kids towards the studio. We were just there, nervously waiting and praying that he do well. I am not expecting though that he might be picked but of course we're hoping. And I saw him in his usual wide smile and walking oblivious to the "real things" happening around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not picked. Kids are asked to dance and knowing him, I kinda knew why he wasn't chosen. Had he been asked to sing, his chance may have been big. That's the time I really felt the pain on my legs. Oh well...i hugged him and said that i was fine and he could try some other time or in the competing network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience is worth the wait. We went there as a family and accepted the whole incident as a family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had to add this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In this pic, John Dale and cousin Ella before we went to the audition. She was supposed to join but JD's rubber shoes rupture as we lined up. Apparently, Ella was wearing JD's sandals so she has she to take it off. Poor girl! She really wanted to dance and sing too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114161919814927545?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114161919814927545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114161919814927545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114161919814927545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114161919814927545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/03/stage-parents.html' title='Stage Parents'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114119897233659404</id><published>2006-02-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:53:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagot sa Tanong</title><content type='html'>Pano ba maglambing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko din alam kung marunong ako ha. Pero ganito yata maglambing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nagpaparamdam for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;2) Nangyayakap.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nangki-kiss (yung smack lang) for BF lang to. Sa girls pwede din pero super close ko lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nag-iinarte (ito yung tipong may dialogue na "sige na plsssss... love mo naman ako di ba?" mga tipong ganun.&lt;br /&gt;5) Nakikipagharutan&lt;br /&gt;6) Nagbibigay ng kahit ano na walang okasyon (di applicable sakin. may occasion nga di pa ko makabigay) haha!&lt;br /&gt;7) Sinasabi (prangkahan mong sasabihing, "naglalambing lang naman ako")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Edit nyo na lang to pag may naisip pa kayo tapos add nyo lang sa dulo.&lt;br /&gt;Ayan Sha, sa wakas pwede ka na mag input.&lt;br /&gt;Don't comment. Add nyo dito naisip nyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Saying "I hate you baby" with tono or lambing...&lt;br /&gt;9) Nibbling his ear (heheh)&lt;br /&gt;10) Nangangagat?&lt;br /&gt;11) Nakikikalong&lt;br /&gt;12) Nagpapaligo (heheh ulit)&lt;br /&gt;----- dax (Q: Pano maglambing kung malayo sa isat-isa?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114119897233659404?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114119897233659404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114119897233659404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114119897233659404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114119897233659404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/sagot-sa-tanong.html' title='Sagot sa Tanong'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114111364864264268</id><published>2006-02-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:00:48.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pano ba maglambing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nagalit na ba ako sa inyo? Kelan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Survey lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114111364864264268?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114111364864264268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114111364864264268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114111364864264268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114111364864264268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/tanong.html' title='Tanong?'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114066213136486491</id><published>2006-02-22T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:35:31.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sana Mabasa mo 'to...</title><content type='html'>Dear Ma'am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first met you, i was expecting you'd be a very good inspiration to me to work hard and strive more in terms of career and personal development...I'm the type kse na motivated by the persons I work with...or at least constantly coordinating with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound formal...kse Ma'am nga kita e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first month with BTI was the best and the worst. Worst kse alam ko and my instinct is telling me, maraming galit sa kin sa paligid ko. And hanggang ngayon ndi ko pa rin alam kung baket. Best kse ndi pa ko maka-relate sa mga chismis sa paligid. Wala pang pressure. I heard so much about you and i was wondering. "Baket kaya galit sila sa'yo? Baket kaya naka-smile sila pagkausap ka tapos pagtalikod mo, parang mga nilamukos na papel ang mga mukha nila and sometimes, you can read in their lips the words "P_t_n_ Inang matanda to!", baket nga kaya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the answers to my questions...kse asshole ka talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba?! Simula nung malaman mong nagre-review ako, lagi mo na akong pinagiinitan. Baket, threat ba ako sayo?! Pati pag-compose ko ng mga e-mails ko, nilalait mo. Insecure ka ba?! Siguro naiingit ka no?! Kse masaya ako... Siguro nakarating na sa'yo na marami akong hassles sa buhay pero nakikita mo pa rin akong masaya. Nung sinabi mong bilib ka sa akin dahil ang lakas ng loob kong pagsabayin ang work and review considering may family ako, na-confuse ako sa mararamdaman ko - ndi ko naman na-feel ang admiration don e, but i felt a lil worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo ndi na ako focus, e ano naman sayo! Wala kang pakialam, dahil ndi ka rin naman nakikialam kung nakaka-bother na ang attitude mo e. To hell with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga tama ang sabi nila sa akin...insecure ka kse ganito ako. Dahil kahit anong gawin mo, never na magiging magkakatulad tayo - you cannot achieve what i have. Pero alam kong with more effort pa, kayang-kaya kong ma-achieve ang meron ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong misyon sa buhay - for my loved ones, personal and career related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what kung ano ung pang-career related:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mapasa ko ang exam or least matapos ko ang review.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang makitang naasar ka sa akin, araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, naging misyon na kita. Masaya na akong nakikitang napipikon kita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114066213136486491?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114066213136486491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114066213136486491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114066213136486491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114066213136486491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/sana-mabasa-mo-to.html' title='Sana Mabasa mo &apos;to...'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-114058570869459548</id><published>2006-02-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:20:14.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dha: kitakits update</title><content type='html'>Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuloy din kitakits namin. I was the early bird. Yes! Che came second and Shawie the last one to arrive. But of course, she was just on time. it's just that me and Che were early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Starbucks SM North. Shawie wanted to transfer because she was super hungry and wala daw kami makakain dun. Told her to just eat sandwich or whatever solid food they have because I was too lazy to transfer to another place and I already like the ambiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for Shawie, Che and I chatted about some "parental guidance" stuff. When Sharon came, we talked about our work problems. It turned out lahat pala kami may problems sa office. Oh well. Don't want to dwell too much on that. You're somehow updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we asked Shawie about her lovelife. Teased her as expected and then we indulge again in the "parental guidance" topic. Again, you're updated with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic shifts from Shawie's lovelife, work, Che and Niño's LQ, her kids and the usual "ano bago sayo Anne?" stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall impact: We miss you Dha! Hope you can really visit us here again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-114058570869459548?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/114058570869459548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=114058570869459548' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114058570869459548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/114058570869459548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-dha-kitakits-update.html' title='For Dha: kitakits update'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113995866245193320</id><published>2006-02-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:30:32.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Let U Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o baby common&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this go&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Let our love grow&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113995866245193320?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113995866245193320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113995866245193320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113995866245193320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113995866245193320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-let-u-go.html' title='Can&apos;t Let U Go...'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113988138182460062</id><published>2006-02-13T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:43:01.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll need other women. Women always do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. 'Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SAYS IT ALL: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't do what they're supposed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or come in and carry you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did we know how much we would need each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we need each other still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*H*A*P*P*Y***V*A*L*E*N*T*I*N*E*S*'***D*A*Y*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113988138182460062?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113988138182460062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113988138182460062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113988138182460062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113988138182460062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113988114442677488</id><published>2006-02-13T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:39:04.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday Update</title><content type='html'>Date: February 14, 2006. Time: 9:36AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha: Bes, boyfriend ko na si Ramon.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Huwaaaat?! Great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig talaga to si Sha. Full of surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's to you Guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113988114442677488?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113988114442677488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113988114442677488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113988114442677488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113988114442677488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/vday-update.html' title='Vday Update'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113968998642933649</id><published>2006-02-11T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:33:08.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was feeling OoP so I wandered around near the beach and took these pictures. I dunno why but I'm always fascinated with the sun setting down. I like the changing orangy colors 'til it all becomes dark. I still don't know how to set my camera so I can capture the sun's reflection on the water. As  you can see, the water's color is dark. Well, I dunno I want to capture the one you see on some postcards. heheh i know i'm amateur. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McGrath State Park: August 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113968998642933649?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113968998642933649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113968998642933649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113968998642933649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113968998642933649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113946493132260117</id><published>2006-02-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:42:13.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0498.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0498.0.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you anything about my camping trip last year? Can't remember I posted anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this picture was taken inside the van, the morning we left for McGrath State Park last August 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We orderedTaco Bell for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0497.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0494.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0494.0.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0496.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was a long..... ride. I think I ate my sandwich too fast that I had nothing to do but took some shots. I even took a pic of the ketchup. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0495.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0500.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0501.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 20px 20px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/200/DSCN0499.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But that was ok, I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;to see my other car.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the yellow car&lt;br /&gt;on the fast lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/1369/1600/DSCN0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113946493132260117?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113946493132260117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113946493132260117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113946493132260117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113946493132260117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113946128559318989</id><published>2006-02-08T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:03:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty</title><content type='html'>I am guilty of switching channels to avoid issues concerning poverty because I know I can’t help them and don’t have anything to offer…&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty sometimes of prioritizing my own personal whims instead of helping those who are really in need…&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of playing blind and deaf to our country’s degrading economic situation and obvious chaotic political situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because I thought I have my own personal problems to attend…&lt;br /&gt;That I should solve first these problems…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can’t even be a friend to my friends who needs my help…&lt;br /&gt;So major issues such as the recent stampede at Ultra and oils spill in Semirara would be too overwhelming to handle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong…&lt;br /&gt;I am still affected and it brings pain to see these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;It is so depressing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was wrong…&lt;br /&gt;I know I can help and ask for everybody’s help…&lt;br /&gt;To offer sincere heartfelt prayers and believe that faith can make changes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113946128559318989?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113946128559318989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113946128559318989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113946128559318989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113946128559318989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/guilty.html' title='guilty'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113945313477965669</id><published>2006-02-08T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:48:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Ko Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another job offering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt is offering me to work for her.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those home-based business.&lt;br /&gt;She's into clothing, and she sells on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;And putting up an actual store is in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to help her uploading pictures online,&lt;br /&gt;So she can sell her stuff faster.&lt;br /&gt;All clothing that she sells are from the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;She goes there a few times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already set up a warehouse in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;And talked to some clothing companies.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to learn the ropes of the business&lt;br /&gt;Especially in buying, shipping and customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's planning to send me there to do the buying.&lt;br /&gt;She said atleast I know what's hot or what's selling.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... she's pulling my leg! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if ever, I'll be working for her part-time.&lt;br /&gt;And it is ok with her if I go work outside.&lt;br /&gt;Time is flexible.&lt;br /&gt;I can work whatever time I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside: I have to move to UPLAND.&lt;br /&gt;She's planning to rent an apartment for my Lola,&lt;br /&gt;doubled as a warehouse. And I'll be living with Lola.&lt;br /&gt;But that's cool, living with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt leaves for the Philippines this March,&lt;br /&gt;And will be back in April.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a month to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scenerio is that we think that we need to move out of our present house. My Uncle who is acting like a complete (jerk) stranger, and his high-and-mighty-feeling (biatch) wife are trying to get rid of us. First, the rent went up, they cut my father's hours (my dad works for them out of utang na loob crap), there's this appraiser who came by the house. Think those moneymonger scums are doing a re-fi on the house, or worse might sell it. I don't know why there are people like that, user-friendly and mukhang pera. It is ok if they are other people, but they are your relatives. efyusikey that! Oh don't get me wrong, this is not the only reason why I say this bad things to them. There a lot of those things that they did, that we just let it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if things pushed thru, we all might move to Upland.&lt;br /&gt;If not, there's still this worry that we need to move soon and still not that prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Great!!! one of my sorry-stories that I should have kept to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113945313477965669?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113945313477965669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113945313477965669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113945313477965669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113945313477965669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/ewan-ko-part-ii.html' title='Ewan Ko Part II'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113937142576152397</id><published>2006-02-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:05:17.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Ko</title><content type='html'>Am I ready for a change?&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to live in Vegas? Away from my family?&lt;br /&gt;To work full time? Hopefully not 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;They'll give me my own space in their big house,&lt;br /&gt;Help me with a car loan, or I can just drive the company car,&lt;br /&gt;They're willing to meet how much I want for my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside: I'll be living with my lady boss.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know how to cook and drive.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be the chauffer, but cook? no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived in the Philippines all her life, but&lt;br /&gt;travels a lot, I may say all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;She's the queen of a multi-million company.&lt;br /&gt;She's used to having someone do her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be on call? Don't wanna work 24/7&lt;br /&gt;That's the big question.&lt;br /&gt;Will I get a moments peace?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I know if I'll be out of work soon. **sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113937142576152397?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113937142576152397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113937142576152397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113937142576152397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113937142576152397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/ewan-ko.html' title='Ewan Ko'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113929396301649235</id><published>2006-02-06T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:32:43.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Has Flown Away</title><content type='html'>haven't written anything about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a 3 y/o daughther of an officemate. met her several times during occassions when kids were allowed here, despite the noise and never ending utter of questions and demands. she was indeed cute and lovable. she would kissed on your lips if you request her to. she smiled brightly and like any other kid of her age, she was also very naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, lunch time, she pulled her hands from her mother's hand upon seeing some kids playing hide and seek.she hid under a ten-wheeler truck then in a sec, she was found crushed dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she is gone...she is with our creator already. an angel is now indeed an angle...flown away...leaving her mother most all, with all the good memories. i just pray she would still look after her mother -  that in time her mother would accept the truth that God only allows us to be with our loved ones for a certain period of time, no matter how important they are to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye pia...thanks for the kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113929396301649235?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113929396301649235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113929396301649235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113929396301649235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113929396301649235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/angel-has-flown-away.html' title='An Angel Has Flown Away'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113920329949603003</id><published>2006-02-05T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:21:39.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/binata%20ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/binata%20ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, half day na ko net pa inatupag ko pagdating dito sa ofis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help noting this scene down...baka lang naman kse makalimutan ko someday. nways, this was what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting in a burger stand and waiting for our orders to come. dumating ang isang tricycle that caught our attention. riding in it was a mother and a daughter both familiar to us. then suddenly, jd buried his head in my neck while giggling...giggling and giggling. and he was even conscious that the daughter must have seen him. i smiled to the mother until they passed and disappear in our sights. bumaba si john dale sa upuan and hinabol sila ng tanaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mama, crush ko talaga sya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alam mo na ba ang ibig sabihin ng crush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"opo, mahal na mahal!sya na ang babae para sa kin mama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at his papa and we both smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113920329949603003?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113920329949603003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113920329949603003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113920329949603003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113920329949603003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-sight.html' title='What A Sight'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113895266524028938</id><published>2006-02-02T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:44:25.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Niceties</title><content type='html'>Tsk...I'm having a problem uploading the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, here are some of my birthday niceties, hope you like it (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed late the day before feb. 2 and hoped to finish all the things due so I can take my own sweet time sleeping and resting on my birthday. Hadn't my officemate teased me to treat them, I would have stayed til 12pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set my mind that (like my previous bdays) I would not be cooking (ano ko hilo!magluluto tapos iba naman ang kakain?!hehehe...) and I'd just be lying all day long...but heck no...! Why can't i just brushed my kids away when i feel like sleeping? (joke lang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Dale and I went to church to thank Him that I am still alive...despite my several attempt, or intention to be crushed while I was crossing the street...weird! Can't just take my life..duwag pa rin ako. Oh well, that's one of my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that, we went to SM to buy something for dinner. I plan to buy something for myself out of Nino's gift but on a second thought, I decided to cook na lang for dinner nga. We ate first in our fave hang-out sa supermarket...ang hotdog-an (yan ang tawag ni JD sa store na un). We also had siomai.Ang saya ng date namin ng anak ko! While we were eating, I asked him kung anong gift nya,he smiled then kissed me sa forehead.I was teary-eyed.That was so touching.Maybe he realized he still has something for me, he hugged me tight and then greeted me "Happy Birthday Mama"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay...sweet.Khit hindi natupad ang wish kong makatulog maghapon, ok na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for remembering me on my birthday guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113895266524028938?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113895266524028938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113895266524028938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113895266524028938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113895266524028938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday-niceties.html' title='Birthday Niceties'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113884908485496189</id><published>2006-02-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:58:04.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there, Shattered Soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Nth Birthday !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Love You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113884908485496189?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113884908485496189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113884908485496189' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113884908485496189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113884908485496189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Dax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824673451754708024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113833764891620377</id><published>2006-01-26T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:59:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans and ID</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days na sobrang tinatamad ka talaga pumasok? Ako lagi. hehe. Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 8AM today. Obviously it will be around 930-10AM that I will arrive at the office. So, I called and informed them that I'll be on half-day. See? Mabait pa ko. If were talking about Che, she would have told them that she'll be absent, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba pero aside from the fact na tinatamad ako di ko rin feel mag office wear today. You see were not allowed to wear jeans and blouse even on Fridays. Kainis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I feel like I'm rebelliously possessed, I decided to wear jeans and polo shirt. Pag pasok ko pa lang, pucha, asar talo na ko. Kung sinalubong ko daw si Pacquiao kaya ako half day at naka jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, balak ko sana kaso tinamad na ko kaya pumasok na lang ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also avoiding na may makasalubong na Boss. Lucky for me, nung kumuha ako ng tubig, ayun kasabay ko lang naman Boss ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Bat ka naka jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mam, kasi pumila po ako sa SSS. &lt;br /&gt;Boss: Ah. Yun ba sabi mong aasikasuhin mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Mam. (slowly walking away)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: You asked permission from me last November ah. You told me aasikasuhin mo replacement ng ID mo. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Mam. Binalikan ko po. Nag follow-up ako coz it's been months and wala pa din yung replacement ng ID ko. &lt;br /&gt;Boss: Ah ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113833764891620377?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113833764891620377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113833764891620377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113833764891620377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113833764891620377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/01/jeans-and-id.html' title='Jeans and ID'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113799548753074917</id><published>2006-01-22T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:51:27.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/Madugo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/Madugo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He,he,he....Hope you don't get tired of my postings. Most of which were about family problems, marital hang-ups for that matter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second is postins about my children which are my favorite topics of course...When you get married guys and have children, you'll understand me why I am like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this pic was taken during our lunch last sat. I often called Bien "patay-gutom" simply because he would go wild everytime he would see us holding a plate or a spoon or even just when he sees us chewing something even there isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Dale and I were having dinuguan for lunch then when Bien started banging the table. I was not sure if can be fed with dinuguan but pitiful baby craving for something to eat, I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this how he looked like after...it was so much fun. Naubo na si JD sa kakatawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113799548753074917?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113799548753074917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113799548753074917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113799548753074917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113799548753074917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113766713477537624</id><published>2006-01-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:38:54.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang laki ng mata ko no?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/1600/k_Y____b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5249/1855/320/k_Y____b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates lang on him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - lost pounds, ang payat na nya ngaun (yan ang latest pic nya)&lt;br /&gt; - we are all still waiting for his first tooth (he is drooling all over since his 4th month and yet no sign of tooth, tsk!)&lt;br /&gt; - he mumbles a lot of words now (as in maingay kapag nagagalit or nanonood ng tv; when he wanted to reach for something and was not able to touch it)&lt;br /&gt;- he loves music&lt;br /&gt;- and he knows me very well now (u should see his smile pag dumadating ako from work and how he frowns pag ndi ko sya pinansin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far un lang muna..have to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat mga frendship...love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113766713477537624?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113766713477537624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113766713477537624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113766713477537624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113766713477537624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/01/ang-laki-ng-mata-ko-no.html' title='ang laki ng mata ko no?!'/><author><name>Shattered Soul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/Sadako1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14949069.post-113764972649053000</id><published>2006-01-18T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:48:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>To you user-friendly acquaintance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you my good friend is broken hearted. You told him you are ready to commit and would love to be in a relationship. You told him these words when he professed how enthralled he was with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he spent most of his time with you. He was very happy. I think in fact he considers it one of the happiest moments in his life. He was indeed in love with you. I know. He told me. He just can’t help talking about you. You were his alphabet. Let me rephrase that. You were almost his life. Ok fine, I may be exaggerating. But I just don’t know how to put into words the way he was when he was still courting you. He has changed. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for him. He would tell me, “I can’t wait for that day na magiging kami na rin.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course as a friend I told him to take it easy. But because he’s in love and so into you, he told me, he’s fine and he’s happy just being with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that he would fetch you to your office almost everyday, spend weekends with you and fetch you even to your late night till morning gimmicks. I told my friend that you can have your own garden because of the flowers that he gave you. I also told him that there’s no way you’ll going to be stressed out because you have your twice a month spa courtesy of my friend again. Oh by the way, I also told him that he can be a school bus driver just in case he retires. Praktisado sayo kasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend teased me that I should have been an accountant because I keep on reminding him of his expenses. He would remind me also that this is nothing because he’s in love. That his efforts are nothing compared to that unexplainable feeling whenever he’s with you. Sweet no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after long months of courtship, my friend sort of asked you if you feel the same way for him too. You told him that suddenly you felt that you’re not yet ready for a romantic relationship right now and not ready to commit yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to your previous statement? Oh well, of course you have the right to change your mind. But can you please explain why my friend’s sister saw you massaging the back and lap of a friend in a party? What about that particular HHWW in Greenbelt with a friend also? Are you really that friendly? How come my friend was not entitled to that privilege? How come when he attempted to hold your hand, you drove him away? You told him he was taking advantage? Can you tell me what my friend should do so he too can hold your hand? Kulang pa ba efforts nya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you also explain to me that insulting laughter when I asked you to give my friend a chance because he’s really sincere with what he’s feeling for you? You laughed and laughed and told me “problema nya yun di ko naman sinabing ligawan ako ah.” Sabi mo pa, “I’m even being nice to him. I gave him the chance to spend time with me.” Tindi! Lumakas talaga aircon nun pare! I’m thinking maganda ka lang talaga at magaling mambola at magpasakay ng tao. Langya ka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I telling you this? Because you know I’m not gorgeous and irresistible as you are but I have been also in your situation. I also have that someone whose willing to exert that much effort. But since I know I don’t feel the same way, as early as possible, I tell the real score. I was honest even if it was tempting to let him in and take advantage. Aayaw ka pa ba nun? Imbes na mag commute at maglakad ka, susunduin ka na lang at de-kotse pa? You get to eat to fab restos and be showered with flowers and gifts, but heck, no way. Di ko ma-take talaga. It’s not that I don’t like them. I do. I’m even telling myself to feel the same way para wala ng problema. Pero di talaga. You can’t fake it. You just can’t. You can’t lead them into something they should believe when you know that it’s not gonna happen. Tao din kasi sila in case you forgot. They get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you hurt him, truly, madly and deeply, you should be called a legitimate user-friendly person. Oh wait, I’ll think first if you’re qualified to be called a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14949069-113764972649053000?l=deisonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/feeds/113764972649053000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14949069&amp;postID=113764972649053000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113764972649053000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14949069/posts/default/113764972649053000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deisonline.blogspot.com/2006/01/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673980616152608702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v72/dacsonline/anne_thumb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
